the duck was a decoy for the shooters. it sat quietly on the water and did nothing. after four hours it became tired of this and decided to fly away. it was so interesting to see the faces of the men as they watched the fake duck f
She didn’t believe him. She thought she was the decoy, the distraction, a part of the “slight of hand” taking place in front of the rest. He was precise in his movements and his words. He convinced her she was more, but she tried to resist the dream. She felt it was an illusion, but she couldn’t find the strings and fell in love with the magic and the magician despite herself. Then he changed the routine, the script, the carrot he dangled at the end of the invisible wire. He adored the applause but didn’t want a partner in anything but the show. The rest of the time he kept to his dressing room, fussing with things hidden in his trunk, writing notes in his journal. She thought she was a special part of the show, but he made it clear. As part of the program she was always welcome, but off stage there was no sparkle except for the costume sequins falling helplessly to the floor to be stepped on.
i am a decoy for the others to make it across safely …i am willing to sacrifice my life so that the others can make it to the bridge in time to blow it to keep them from getting through…I Hope this wasnt for nothing!! i hope there will be a place to call home if we make it through!
i am a decoy for the others to make it across safely …i am willing to sacrifice my life so that the others can make it to the bridge in time to blow it to keep them from getting through…I Hope this wasnt for nothing
The way he lived was much like most of the world and his generation lived. He life was a decoy for what was actually happening around him. He never really once looked around and experienced anything. He just passed through aimlessly. Constantly distracted by any and every little thing.
Grrr, it was a decoy I thought. I was trailing a dangerous criminal but he had brought me against a dead end. I kicked the wall in anger. now to start all over.
things in life that distract you from your soul purpose like men that aren’t sincere, TV, work or the busyness of work not the soul of work, food, other addictions, anything that causes you really to leave yourself and leave the present moment
The man she had called “Father” was not her real father. He was a trick, a decoy, to distract her from her real identity. She had so much she wanted to ask her mother now that she had found her, but her first question had to be; “Why?”
I can’t believe it. i fell for it. i actually fell for it. how could i be so naive? i thought i was in controll when it all went down. i thought i was following the main group. picking them off one by one; slowly diminishing their numbers. but really, i had followed the decoy. i actually did what they want. just as i had taken aim for the last man and steadied my bow, i felt something hard hit the back of my head. now im here. great….
I thought that that person was the one planting the bomb, that’s why I was followong him. I was about to arrest him untill I heard an explosion. Turns out that person was just a decoy. I’m still arresting him and I’m going to find some answers.
Ana glared at him. “I refuse to be used as a decoy for bandits.” she said, “Why don’t you be the decoy?”
“BEcause,” he said, agonizingly cocky and sure of himself, “I am the man. You are the woman. No one will be expecting you to be able to whip out a knife and defend yourself.”
Ana snorted. “I am Nato. Anyone can tell just by looking at me. All the bandits will be expecting me to whip out a knife.”
well at times I have known people to use a decoy to test a dogs ability to hunt, that is to find the bird or what ever had just been shot by the hunter.
Grappling with the rope and fighting for dear life I could hear the screams of blood lust at my back. I noticed a flare in the distance and watched as the entire northern wing was lit ablaze. My pursuers watched in awe as their castle began to burn and then turned their eyes on me. I couldn’t help it- I grinned as wide as the sea before me. And now that I’d fulfilled my purpose and diverted their attention so the deed could be done, I completed my mission just as it was always meant to be. I relinquished my grip and fell into the masses, knowing that either way, we’d all end up in ashes by daybreak.
I set up a decoy for my eldest brother. He thought he was so slick, but I was going to have him cornered in this trap. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he spotted the huge zoo animal in the middle of his bedroom.
i’m using you my little decoy, abusing you, my little decoy. Woah, I’m not sorry at all. Not sorry, no, I’d do it over again. You’ve never been so used, as I’m using you, abusing you, my little decoy. Don’t look so blue, you could’ve seen right through. I’m using you, my little decoy.
The decoy had failed. Elizabeth had seen right through it – Mary was behind this all along. That was the problem with Europe: all anyone ever wanted was the throne. Once you had it, thousands of people just wanted you off of it. Fortunately, Elizabeth understood this fully.
Sometimes I feel like a decoy by those whom I love. I feel like they use me to get to places in their life. I know this is true with people whom I’m not friends with. But, I don’t know how to feel about this. I can’t talk to people about it. I can’t just say “Hey! I feel used by you!”
That’s all she was. A decoy, employed for her less beautiful sister’s gain. Of course, it was hard to say that one was more beautiful than the other. But Hallie certainly thought she was the prettier one. Annie wanted the guy, but she never got them.
I feel like a decoy sometimes. Like, someone is trying to use me for something other than being a friend or girlfriend. It’s really hard sometimes. I don’t know how to feel about it. It makes me sad. And how do you even talk about something like that to some one.
The answer is B. Probably. I mean, A, C, and D I can actually get with calculations … how B appears as a possible solution to this equation is beyond my comprehension, which means it’s probably the right one.
This is my method. There is little madness to it. Given my scores on the last three tests, I’d say it works out quite well.
I stood there looking at him blankly. How could she put me in this situation? I had no idea what to do or say. I blinked twice then managed to stutter out, “Uh, I heard you’re working in the library now. That’s nice, books and stuff.” He stared at me silently for a moment, and muttered, “Yeah, I suppose.” He pushed past me while he spoke. Distraction was not my forte. So, what else could I do, but punch him in the face?
the amount of decoys james had to get past in his mind was staggering. his mother told him it was just his lack of practice and his dad said ‘it takes time, son, let it happen when it happens’ but james couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone else had part of their brain that he would never be able to access. in school his teachers would leave his comments or questions until the end of the discussion and say ‘sorry, we’re out of time, but maybe next class?’ and he hated, just plain hated it. he was smart, he felt it, but he couldn’t never get past the superficial amount of decoy and dumb information clouding his mind when the chance arrived.
There have been a lot of decoys in my life. Lies and distractions and anything to deviate me from the truth. Sometimes i created them myself, a lot of the time they were the creations of others. I want them to go away. I just want the truth. Decoys are silly. We have no time for them.
a decoy for hiding from who you are
made you lose yourself
in a mason jar
you closed it tightly
but forgot where you hid it
and then you threw it in the washer
with the rest of your dishes
so where did you go
you’re not sure anymore
because you’ve been washed and dryed
and you’re not a whore
you’re a sad little girl
with a big heart of pain
and for the last time
you’re words are in vain
The silhouette of Bernie was nothing but a decoy, constructed of the finest materials. Those items used for said conglomeration of a six-foot-tall individual were including but not limited to feathers, velcro, duct tape, denim, flannel, fallen tree branches, and some very coarse wire meant to look like his steely gray hair.
After finding the dummy, the authorities looked everywhere for the real incarnation. But all they could find were scarecrows.
I think Evan isthe cutest guy I’ve ever seen. he’s in 9th grade and is taller than I am and every time I hear his name I swoon and secretly wish I’m dating him. I hope he notices me soon and ask me out. is that possible for me?
“Jacks, you’ll be the decoy. Just fire a few shots, enough to get their attention and then high-tail it outta there. If you hit even ONE man, they’ll follow.” Tamren said.
“Sounds easy enough. Philip never was able to resist a challenge.” I agreed, looking over the map.
“Just remember who you’re aiming at. You can kill anyone else but we need Philip ALIVE.”
I waved him off. “I know you don’t much care for me, Boreas, but we both know I won’t miss my target.”
“That’s my point, darlin’. I know you’ve got a lil bit of…history with our dear prince.”
My eyes flashed dangerously, fingering twitching towards my dagger. “My past is no concern of yours.”
The people acted as decoys for the criminals. No one knew they were there, and no one needed to know. Working undercover was a serious job and we did everything we could to stay undetected.
When I go outside. You may think its impossible for one to hide so much. Why would you if you had the whole world at your disposal? She may have hired a decoy, to let them think she was still at home, helping women do their deeds. But I am really here, teach me how to live free of the present.
The decoy failed to divert the missile. The resulting explosion destroyed three of the ships in the armada. Violet was lucky to have stowed away on a ship in the outer ring.
I was trying to not be seen by them. So i stuff my old clothes with cotton that I picked from the fields in the summer before. I put this stuffed version of me on the stairs. So when they tried to kill me they would attack a pillowy white me instead.
the duck was a decoy for the shooters. it sat quietly on the water and did nothing. after four hours it became tired of this and decided to fly away. it was so interesting to see the faces of the men as they watched the fake duck f
She didn’t believe him. She thought she was the decoy, the distraction, a part of the “slight of hand” taking place in front of the rest. He was precise in his movements and his words. He convinced her she was more, but she tried to resist the dream. She felt it was an illusion, but she couldn’t find the strings and fell in love with the magic and the magician despite herself. Then he changed the routine, the script, the carrot he dangled at the end of the invisible wire. He adored the applause but didn’t want a partner in anything but the show. The rest of the time he kept to his dressing room, fussing with things hidden in his trunk, writing notes in his journal. She thought she was a special part of the show, but he made it clear. As part of the program she was always welcome, but off stage there was no sparkle except for the costume sequins falling helplessly to the floor to be stepped on.
You were my decoy heart. A distraction from it all.
i am a decoy for the others to make it across safely …i am willing to sacrifice my life so that the others can make it to the bridge in time to blow it to keep them from getting through…I Hope this wasnt for nothing!! i hope there will be a place to call home if we make it through!
i am a decoy for the others to make it across safely …i am willing to sacrifice my life so that the others can make it to the bridge in time to blow it to keep them from getting through…I Hope this wasnt for nothing
The way he lived was much like most of the world and his generation lived. He life was a decoy for what was actually happening around him. He never really once looked around and experienced anything. He just passed through aimlessly. Constantly distracted by any and every little thing.
Grrr, it was a decoy I thought. I was trailing a dangerous criminal but he had brought me against a dead end. I kicked the wall in anger. now to start all over.
things in life that distract you from your soul purpose like men that aren’t sincere, TV, work or the busyness of work not the soul of work, food, other addictions, anything that causes you really to leave yourself and leave the present moment
The man she had called “Father” was not her real father. He was a trick, a decoy, to distract her from her real identity. She had so much she wanted to ask her mother now that she had found her, but her first question had to be; “Why?”
I can’t believe it. i fell for it. i actually fell for it. how could i be so naive? i thought i was in controll when it all went down. i thought i was following the main group. picking them off one by one; slowly diminishing their numbers. but really, i had followed the decoy. i actually did what they want. just as i had taken aim for the last man and steadied my bow, i felt something hard hit the back of my head. now im here. great….
Many people hide the most vulnerable parts of themselves and use their wit or sense of humor as a decoy blocking the real true person.
I thought that that person was the one planting the bomb, that’s why I was followong him. I was about to arrest him untill I heard an explosion. Turns out that person was just a decoy. I’m still arresting him and I’m going to find some answers.
“So we’ll use you as a decoy.” said he.
Ana glared at him. “I refuse to be used as a decoy for bandits.” she said, “Why don’t you be the decoy?”
“BEcause,” he said, agonizingly cocky and sure of himself, “I am the man. You are the woman. No one will be expecting you to be able to whip out a knife and defend yourself.”
Ana snorted. “I am Nato. Anyone can tell just by looking at me. All the bandits will be expecting me to whip out a knife.”
Huzzah!!!! Run, go go go go, why aren’t you going, he’s right over there, come on go go go, what what’s wrong, what you can see me , wait how, what??
well at times I have known people to use a decoy to test a dogs ability to hunt, that is to find the bird or what ever had just been shot by the hunter.
Grappling with the rope and fighting for dear life I could hear the screams of blood lust at my back. I noticed a flare in the distance and watched as the entire northern wing was lit ablaze. My pursuers watched in awe as their castle began to burn and then turned their eyes on me. I couldn’t help it- I grinned as wide as the sea before me. And now that I’d fulfilled my purpose and diverted their attention so the deed could be done, I completed my mission just as it was always meant to be. I relinquished my grip and fell into the masses, knowing that either way, we’d all end up in ashes by daybreak.
Decoy roger standing tall
At the ivied garden wall
By the little gate, they think
That i am praying, so they think
I set up a decoy for my eldest brother. He thought he was so slick, but I was going to have him cornered in this trap. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he spotted the huge zoo animal in the middle of his bedroom.
i’m using you my little decoy, abusing you, my little decoy. Woah, I’m not sorry at all. Not sorry, no, I’d do it over again. You’ve never been so used, as I’m using you, abusing you, my little decoy. Don’t look so blue, you could’ve seen right through. I’m using you, my little decoy.
I was the decoy, whatever happened after that is beyond me.
The decoy had failed. Elizabeth had seen right through it – Mary was behind this all along. That was the problem with Europe: all anyone ever wanted was the throne. Once you had it, thousands of people just wanted you off of it. Fortunately, Elizabeth understood this fully.
Sometimes I feel like a decoy by those whom I love. I feel like they use me to get to places in their life. I know this is true with people whom I’m not friends with. But, I don’t know how to feel about this. I can’t talk to people about it. I can’t just say “Hey! I feel used by you!”
That’s all she was. A decoy, employed for her less beautiful sister’s gain. Of course, it was hard to say that one was more beautiful than the other. But Hallie certainly thought she was the prettier one. Annie wanted the guy, but she never got them.
This is the word another blogger posted about! I know I shouldn’t have ended my sentence with “about.” So little time – so much to think “about.”
I feel like a decoy sometimes. Like, someone is trying to use me for something other than being a friend or girlfriend. It’s really hard sometimes. I don’t know how to feel about it. It makes me sad. And how do you even talk about something like that to some one.
The answer is B. Probably. I mean, A, C, and D I can actually get with calculations … how B appears as a possible solution to this equation is beyond my comprehension, which means it’s probably the right one.
This is my method. There is little madness to it. Given my scores on the last three tests, I’d say it works out quite well.
I stood there looking at him blankly. How could she put me in this situation? I had no idea what to do or say. I blinked twice then managed to stutter out, “Uh, I heard you’re working in the library now. That’s nice, books and stuff.” He stared at me silently for a moment, and muttered, “Yeah, I suppose.” He pushed past me while he spoke. Distraction was not my forte. So, what else could I do, but punch him in the face?
the amount of decoys james had to get past in his mind was staggering. his mother told him it was just his lack of practice and his dad said ‘it takes time, son, let it happen when it happens’ but james couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone else had part of their brain that he would never be able to access. in school his teachers would leave his comments or questions until the end of the discussion and say ‘sorry, we’re out of time, but maybe next class?’ and he hated, just plain hated it. he was smart, he felt it, but he couldn’t never get past the superficial amount of decoy and dumb information clouding his mind when the chance arrived.
There have been a lot of decoys in my life. Lies and distractions and anything to deviate me from the truth. Sometimes i created them myself, a lot of the time they were the creations of others. I want them to go away. I just want the truth. Decoys are silly. We have no time for them.
a decoy for hiding from who you are
made you lose yourself
in a mason jar
you closed it tightly
but forgot where you hid it
and then you threw it in the washer
with the rest of your dishes
so where did you go
you’re not sure anymore
because you’ve been washed and dryed
and you’re not a whore
you’re a sad little girl
with a big heart of pain
and for the last time
you’re words are in vain
The silhouette of Bernie was nothing but a decoy, constructed of the finest materials. Those items used for said conglomeration of a six-foot-tall individual were including but not limited to feathers, velcro, duct tape, denim, flannel, fallen tree branches, and some very coarse wire meant to look like his steely gray hair.
After finding the dummy, the authorities looked everywhere for the real incarnation. But all they could find were scarecrows.
I think Evan isthe cutest guy I’ve ever seen. he’s in 9th grade and is taller than I am and every time I hear his name I swoon and secretly wish I’m dating him. I hope he notices me soon and ask me out. is that possible for me?
took me by the hand
led me astray-
not what i wanted.
destroy me with a decoy
of what i thought
she might be.
“Jacks, you’ll be the decoy. Just fire a few shots, enough to get their attention and then high-tail it outta there. If you hit even ONE man, they’ll follow.” Tamren said.
“Sounds easy enough. Philip never was able to resist a challenge.” I agreed, looking over the map.
“Just remember who you’re aiming at. You can kill anyone else but we need Philip ALIVE.”
I waved him off. “I know you don’t much care for me, Boreas, but we both know I won’t miss my target.”
“That’s my point, darlin’. I know you’ve got a lil bit of…history with our dear prince.”
My eyes flashed dangerously, fingering twitching towards my dagger. “My past is no concern of yours.”
The people acted as decoys for the criminals. No one knew they were there, and no one needed to know. Working undercover was a serious job and we did everything we could to stay undetected.
you look into my eyes and said you were my friend
instead you were a decoy, for an end
you lie and toyed with my heart
you were a enemy from the start
When I go outside. You may think its impossible for one to hide so much. Why would you if you had the whole world at your disposal? She may have hired a decoy, to let them think she was still at home, helping women do their deeds. But I am really here, teach me how to live free of the present.
The decoy failed to divert the missile. The resulting explosion destroyed three of the ships in the armada. Violet was lucky to have stowed away on a ship in the outer ring.
I was trying to not be seen by them. So i stuff my old clothes with cotton that I picked from the fields in the summer before. I put this stuffed version of me on the stairs. So when they tried to kill me they would attack a pillowy white me instead.
It was early morning.I was in the duck blind.Come on little duckies.