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February 24th, 2012 | 189 Entries

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189 Entries for “blast”

  1. The wind blasted across the yard, rattling the wooden fence and threatening to knock it over. All the leaves are now gone from the oak tree. I’m not sure where they have gone, but I don’t have to rake them!

    By Susan on 02.24.2012

  2. take off rocket whoosh fast flame speed fire night moon too shooting

    By Lisa Weine on 02.24.2012

  3. no no no. its not real. its just. gone. a thousand particles of none existence. one blast was all it took to shatter the heart of our nation.

    By Hope URL on 02.24.2012

  4. Extravaganza. A pouring of colors out of the spark which created them. Hydro-blast. Blast-oise. Pokemon. They blast out of the balls, themselves.

    By Andrew Duback on 02.24.2012

  5. Life is a blast! It can provide untold moments of exhilaration; fulfilling, exciting and wonderful moments you’ll remember forever! It can also blast the security you’ve grown accustomed to right out from under you.

    By lk on 02.24.2012

  6. Past
    Space
    Moon
    Bomb
    War
    Gossip
    Email
    Colors
    Blind
    Heat
    Electric
    Math
    Game
    Computer
    Internet
    Google

    By Sandy on 02.24.2012

  7. the rocket took off knocking me to my feet. I looked up amidst the clouds of firey blast and the roar of the engines. Almost before I could take a breath, it was beyond my sight but not from the sound in my ears. Suddenly the little boy nest to me said “Look Mr

    By Lorraine on 02.24.2012

  8. I had a blast last night. He took me for ice cream and we walked to the park. We sat on a bench and talked for hours and hours. We could have stayed there longer, but at 11, his sister called and was looking for him. I don’t care, any amount of time with him is great. I love him. Now all I need to do is tell him.

    By NCISaddict on 02.24.2012

  9. sparkles fun explosion fizzy water along the bridge wind whipping along the loudness alerting the birds that change has begun then the blindness of the light that flashes inexplicably everywhere in space and the end is total black.

    By Lori King on 02.24.2012

  10. I left the agency, but not before leaving a note. It read… “Boom.” Written across the sky in only their finest technology. It was for my safety. For revenge. But mainly for fun. Red covered the sky the day I decided it was time to blaze my own trail.

    By Ruben URL on 02.24.2012

  11. Blast! The rocket went. Hop! The hopscotch shouted. Toss! The baseball pleaded. Sing! The music sheet sung. Eat! The sandwich smiled. Live! Life insisted.

    By Kate312 URL on 02.24.2012

  12. It wasn’t the life I once found exciting, yet the simplistic notion of coming home to a tub of soy ice cream and a steady internet connection now seemed exhilarating. The drugs were behind me, though I could still feel the mental scabs, that I must scratch every now and then to remind myself of how bad it hurts to be lost in a world of self indulgence.

    By Ruben URL on 02.25.2012

  13. having a blast. the good times we had over all the summers, music festivals, house parties we shared together as kids. 14 of us sat around doing nothing, talking about everything. we had a blast when we were young, now we have to remember how to recapture that.

    By Edward on 02.25.2012

  14. blast off!! to where? to who? to what? to what i will become to who i was to where i want to go and who is coming with and who will be picked up along the way or cast aside. let’s go

    By aly URL on 02.25.2012

  15. She still hears it; the blast, it rings in her ears like an eternal scream. She sees it in her dreams but nothing else. Her eyes are fused shut.

    By Laura URL on 02.25.2012

  16. The blast from the the explosion was tremendous indeed. All the houses that was in the village was destroyed. it was bad.
    ,.

    By victor URL on 02.25.2012

  17. In need of a thrill, I sought out a couple of rocks, a couple of shots, gotta run a couple of blocks. But in between the chase and the pills and the satisfying pitter patter of my heart, lay a dark jealousy for the couple at the grocery store, getting ready for a quiet night.

    By Ruben URL on 02.25.2012

  18. means terror & terrorismm this word exites & saden due to immagination about the consequences blood-dead bodies injured,police ATS politicians condemning,opposite parties critisizing one weekk forgetting.

    By mvb on 02.25.2012

  19. yesterday i heard a huge sound while sitting in my TV lounge and every thing after that stoped later i came to know that it was a blast ouutside the town. After police inquiry the report came that the cause of the blast was a scientest who was working in his lab.

    By kamran on 02.25.2012

  20. The volcano shuddered and a blast of lava flung into the air, raining down rocks and thick orange magma on the dry, charred ground. Then a UFO came and blasted the volcano with a green plasma gun, which vaporised it in less than a nanosecond. There was nothing left of the volcano, and that was the story of how the group of tourists got their money back.

    By lol on 02.25.2012

  21. go

    By Sanjib on 02.25.2012

  22. i haven’t witnessed any blast that would sweep things around me and hit me with an intense gust.

    By kaorita on 02.25.2012

  23. We were 10 miles away from the bomb and yet we still heard the blast and experienced intense heat. We were the lucky ones. The ones who didn’t yet blown up or burned by the acid rain.

    By Joy on 02.25.2012

  24. blast of course its the opposite of the past
    whats in store, have we really been getting what we wanted?
    mirages
    we built sturdy mirages
    lost

    By |" on 02.25.2012

  25. Yesterday I really had a blast at the party. There was a band playing lovely music and we danced to it all night long

    By veronica URL on 02.25.2012

  26. “So…” Darcy mumbled, her front teeth sinking into her lower lip faster with every second that passed.

    “Yeah?”

    “I’m marrying a literal blast from the past.”

    By Hannah on 02.25.2012

  27. We had a blast at the party. I could feel my mouth going up without even trying to. My cheeks burning and hurting from laughing. I spluttered intoughter again thinking of another moment that seemed too hilarious to be real. An old man stared at me weirdly. I grinned cheekily at him.

    By Zeyana on 02.25.2012

  28. A resounding bang echoed in my ears. Something blew out from behind me as I ran but I didn’t care to look behind me. Just me and the little girl I held in my arms, running from the fire that enveloped all. You see, it wasn’t always like this. Me and my daughter. We weren’t always running. But now we were, and we were running from a blast of certain death.

    By Val URL on 02.25.2012

  29. Mythbusters, There is always something they are blowing up on that show. One of my favorite ones was the show where they tried to loosen the hardened concrete inside a cement truck with increasing amounts of dynamite. By the end, they had blasted the truck to bits with so much C4

    By Fred on 02.25.2012

  30. I had a blast when I saw the snow covering the streets nd the houses, the trees and the bushes, the cars and themailboxes… it s a beauthiful view demonstrating and resembling the great creation and the great Creator of all. i am in awe every time I see a beautiful ntaural scene. It is a blast for me every time It snows. It is a blast for me eveytime I see a God made beatuful scene. I had a blast playing in the snow with my children. we had a great time and I love it. It is a blast!

    By Hania on 02.25.2012

  31. it was such fun
    i had a blast!
    then the noise made me jump
    what caused that blast?
    what did i just miss
    oh, blast it all anyway…

    By debi on 02.25.2012

  32. im blasting off. blasting to fucking pieces. explode i want to explode fragments of moments of memories of missing lost gone things. no more. nothing is left after the blast, the match is lit

    By meliora URL on 02.25.2012

  33. of a cannon, or now a days, fireworks. Celebrating is what I think of with this word.
    “It was a blast!”

    By Laura on 02.25.2012

  34. i had a blastat the new year party and i also when i see blast, i think of the bomb blasts

    By Arti Mishra on 02.25.2012

  35. I heard a loud sound, could it be a gun or the sound of dynamite breaking through the ground? My heart skips a beat when I hear a blast.

    By Bev Howard URL on 02.25.2012

  36. blast! said the evil man when he shot his gun at me. I fell to the floor with an almighty pow. it was one of the worst days of my life.
    I Later woke up and then died.
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    By matt on 02.25.2012

  37. It was a blast to see my family this week. We ate together, laughed together and cried together. My family is creative and fun to be with. They make me feel loved and special. I just love to spend time with them.

    By Diane on 02.25.2012

  38. bomb explosion having fun…it’s a blast
    a blast from the past
    blast you out of your seat

    By mary Peters on 02.25.2012

  39. Today, I power washed. There is nothing that makes you feel more in command of cleaning your yard then the BLAST of that water as it explodes from the nozzle. You feel empowered to erase all of the world’s grim in one quick sweep of the spray. You are in charge. You are the master of the machine….awe…today I power washed!

    By bhartman on 02.25.2012

  40. Today they told me to write about the past,
    How lonely i’d been ,a journey aghast,
    I have a question ‘will i have my freedom atlast?’
    I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.

    This rapid progression ,this life how fast,
    Heavenly voices upon me have been cast,
    I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.

    By zain Akram URL on 02.25.2012