She raised her finger expectantly. “Where?”
“Over there where I am pointing.”
She crooked her finger towards his and followed the line his eyes were making across the night sky.
“I don’t see it.”
“Cygnus… it’s right there.”
“It’s just a bunch of stuff, okay?”
He pointed to her, sitting in the front row. What is your answer? She hesitated, and felt the blush rising in her neck. It spread to her, then up to her forehead. Everyone was looking at her. What did they expect her to do?
His claws were sharp. They cut my hand. But they held on for dear life. I threw my hands up in the air and his great wings took flight. It was amazing.
she pointed toward me
what made me feel
like someone just cut me
into pieces
that can never
be put together
for i have been blamed
for breaking your heart…
Eric pointed towards the sea, it stretched so far no land could be seen beyond. Dolphins played about its surface; dancing on the waters like ballerinas. That’s where peace is, a quiet, endless ocean filled docile creatures who only wanted to play and enjoy your company. Eric wanted so much to swim out and join them, but his brother wouldn’t let him. “There’s sharks!, he said” Tim was so dim.
The pointed look she gave him, seared through to his very soul.
“Well” she said, “What’s your answer, What do you want?”
He looked backed into those deep vibrant green eyes and gulped
Oh God, he couldn’t decide, why was it so hard to decide . . .
Oranges or Mandarins, he really hated grocery shopping
He pointed my direction. I flinched. Hoping he that he didn’t see me, I oh-so-carefully jumped out of the window, and hid behind a plant. Pretty stupid now that I think about it but desperate times called for desperate measures. Especially, with dealing sentient turtles and somewhat reasonably law-bidding behavior.
Jagged glass rimmed my view of the forest; it’d been a long time since that window had broken, but still nobody had bothered to repair it. Then again, neither had I. The pine trees stabbed up into the grey sky, more akin to teeth than anything else. There wasn’t much else, except… was that smoke, in the distance?
“You look great,” his aunt said, in her usual sarcastic, pointed manner.
“Oh, not really. Just something I had to throw together.” He was wearing his bathrobe, not expecting that his wife had really invited all the relatives to their house for the weekend.
The girl gave a pointed stare to the man next to her on the Subway as he jammed his elbow into her side as he lifted his New York Times. He didn’t notice. She hugged
Pointed.
Ear are pointed.
Nipples are pointed.
Arrows are pointed
sharp things are pointed.
absence from work can get you pointed.
pointed is part of disappointed.
They stood straight and tall, these armored men in their conical caps; swords clutched in their fists as they stood atop the ridge. Every eye was hard, dark, as the enemy approached. They would not fall without a fight, that much I could read in their faces. It was a terrible, glorious sight.
“I don’t love you.” She said it pointedly and without any hesitation. There was no softness in her voice, no sympathetic eyes, but there was a clear displeasure about being approached by such a ridiculous notion as this
a direct and confrontational statement. Someone who is clear, but often times lacks tact. someone who is a jerk, but people appreciate cuz they tell it like it is like Kosmo Kramer. Pointy shoes, pointed ears. pointed nose.
Pointed toes. As a dancer in the making, pointed to me means pointed toe! It could also mean, pointed life.. dont live with just one point in mind. Live full!!
i was walking to the mall and i was i saw a kiosk that makes designs t-shirts and shirts. i ask the guy if can make a shirt design of stranger things that is my favorite show. it rocks and awesome.
i was walking to the mall and i pointed to this new kiosk that makes designs for shirts and t-shirts i wanted to go and check it out because i want one that has stranger things on it, i love that show.
Growing up everything I did wrong, or things were presumed wrong was pointed out by all the adults in my life. There were many times when I didn’t think I could do anything right. My grandmother was the worse. She always pointed out how I looked or acted.
Taking her eyes off her book, she looked down her long nose at me with a positively disgusted expression.
“Did you ever think of doing something besides…eating?”
I wiped the donut crumbs self-consciously off my mouth. “Like what?”
I gave her a pointed look. “That,” I said sharply, “is a terrible idea.”
She sank back in her chair, her eyebrows turning down in the corners, until she looked like a kicked puppy. “Well, you don’t have to be so mean about it,” she muttered, sullen. “Not like anyone else here has a better idea anyway.”
“That is no excuse for lack of forethought.”
i pointed my finger on him and said “you”. he was confused but accepted it very fast. I wanted him to take me out. And only i could point my finge like that because everybody loves me.
The witch from wizard of oz’s hat, of course. Passive aggressive comments. It’s over there, M, (as I have a lousy sense of direction. What dogs didn’t actually do.
From where I sat at the bar, I could easily notice the pointed glances that the girl in the cowboy hat and leather jacket was shooting me. I wasn’t quite sure what she was drinking – rum and coke? Whiskey bourbon? – but I knew it must have been strong, maybe even giving her a right kick in the teeth, because she seemed on edge and ready to fight someone. I looked over at my cousin, who was busy flirting with the bartender, and itched for another beer.
“But back to the story,” she shook her head for a second, clearing her thoughts, before starting back up again.
“It would stay away from women and children, but even the men, though they’d be hard-pressed to admit it, because these men were not socialized to admit such things, found it strange.”
One of her listeners coughed, the scratched sound breaking her from the rhythm of the story.
“Oh yes you’re right, I’m extending this bit of background for too long. Well, needless to say, the beast was a wolf. I jumped the gun a bit, but in this kind of tale, the beasts are always wolves.”
Her second watcher yawned rather loudly, face ruddy and red after being glared at both by his companion and by the girl.
“Fine, I’ll speed this up a bit. What’s important is that the beasts are wolves, because now we have tamed them into dogs, and humans always like to be the masters of their own stories.”
He pointed at the 17-year-old girl accusingly. “It was you! It was you who murdered Mr. Black and his wife! It was you playing the tuba as Mr. Yellow was shot!”
I pointed at the ski and realized i was an infinite part of the universe, but my mother yelled at me and said it was impolite to point. So i pointed at myself realizing I was also an important part of the universe too
Pointed remarks give out a lot of saliva and it can be poisonous. Step away from anyone speaking too loudly, especially after everyone gets a little moist and discomfort sets in; people will scatter so the loud standing one will be a target to topple; a tower of Babel.
Neilson pointed at you and said “Ha Ha”
I pointed at that big bug on your head. You said you had no bug on your head.
She raised her finger expectantly. “Where?”
“Over there where I am pointing.”
She crooked her finger towards his and followed the line his eyes were making across the night sky.
“I don’t see it.”
“Cygnus… it’s right there.”
“It’s just a bunch of stuff, okay?”
He pointed to her, sitting in the front row. What is your answer? She hesitated, and felt the blush rising in her neck. It spread to her, then up to her forehead. Everyone was looking at her. What did they expect her to do?
His claws were sharp. They cut my hand. But they held on for dear life. I threw my hands up in the air and his great wings took flight. It was amazing.
she pointed toward me
what made me feel
like someone just cut me
into pieces
that can never
be put together
for i have been blamed
for breaking your heart…
A pointed nose. I don’t have a pointed nose. It’s round and small :P
Anyway, I’m trying to think of “pointed” in another sentence. Uh, a pointed arrow that’s directed to the west?
Eric pointed towards the sea, it stretched so far no land could be seen beyond. Dolphins played about its surface; dancing on the waters like ballerinas. That’s where peace is, a quiet, endless ocean filled docile creatures who only wanted to play and enjoy your company. Eric wanted so much to swim out and join them, but his brother wouldn’t let him. “There’s sharks!, he said” Tim was so dim.
The pointed look she gave him, seared through to his very soul.
“Well” she said, “What’s your answer, What do you want?”
He looked backed into those deep vibrant green eyes and gulped
Oh God, he couldn’t decide, why was it so hard to decide . . .
Oranges or Mandarins, he really hated grocery shopping
He pointed my direction. I flinched. Hoping he that he didn’t see me, I oh-so-carefully jumped out of the window, and hid behind a plant. Pretty stupid now that I think about it but desperate times called for desperate measures. Especially, with dealing sentient turtles and somewhat reasonably law-bidding behavior.
Jagged glass rimmed my view of the forest; it’d been a long time since that window had broken, but still nobody had bothered to repair it. Then again, neither had I. The pine trees stabbed up into the grey sky, more akin to teeth than anything else. There wasn’t much else, except… was that smoke, in the distance?
“Time’s Up!”. She pointed to the clock. Be creative, they said. Here’s hoping… Creayivity seems so subjective at times.
The vulture pointed its outstretched claw across the cracked plains, toward the horizon. Dancing in the heat, almost too far to see, was a black dot.
“There.”
“You look great,” his aunt said, in her usual sarcastic, pointed manner.
“Oh, not really. Just something I had to throw together.” He was wearing his bathrobe, not expecting that his wife had really invited all the relatives to their house for the weekend.
The girl gave a pointed stare to the man next to her on the Subway as he jammed his elbow into her side as he lifted his New York Times. He didn’t notice. She hugged
Pointed.
Ear are pointed.
Nipples are pointed.
Arrows are pointed
sharp things are pointed.
absence from work can get you pointed.
pointed is part of disappointed.
They stood straight and tall, these armored men in their conical caps; swords clutched in their fists as they stood atop the ridge. Every eye was hard, dark, as the enemy approached. They would not fall without a fight, that much I could read in their faces. It was a terrible, glorious sight.
he pointed me but i misunderstood him thougt he may pointed others in the class. for this reason, he got angry with me and beat me heavily.
he pointed me but i misunderstood him thoud he may pointed others in the class. for this reason, he got angry with me and beat me heavily.
“I don’t love you.” She said it pointedly and without any hesitation. There was no softness in her voice, no sympathetic eyes, but there was a clear displeasure about being approached by such a ridiculous notion as this
a direct and confrontational statement. Someone who is clear, but often times lacks tact. someone who is a jerk, but people appreciate cuz they tell it like it is like Kosmo Kramer. Pointy shoes, pointed ears. pointed nose.
Pointed toes. As a dancer in the making, pointed to me means pointed toe! It could also mean, pointed life.. dont live with just one point in mind. Live full!!
I have pointed out a thing about the recent trend of livelihood especially who’re teenage
i was walking to the mall and i was i saw a kiosk that makes designs t-shirts and shirts. i ask the guy if can make a shirt design of stranger things that is my favorite show. it rocks and awesome.
i was walking to the mall and i pointed to this new kiosk that makes designs for shirts and t-shirts i wanted to go and check it out because i want one that has stranger things on it, i love that show.
Growing up everything I did wrong, or things were presumed wrong was pointed out by all the adults in my life. There were many times when I didn’t think I could do anything right. My grandmother was the worse. She always pointed out how I looked or acted.
Taking her eyes off her book, she looked down her long nose at me with a positively disgusted expression.
“Did you ever think of doing something besides…eating?”
I wiped the donut crumbs self-consciously off my mouth. “Like what?”
I gave her a pointed look. “That,” I said sharply, “is a terrible idea.”
She sank back in her chair, her eyebrows turning down in the corners, until she looked like a kicked puppy. “Well, you don’t have to be so mean about it,” she muttered, sullen. “Not like anyone else here has a better idea anyway.”
“That is no excuse for lack of forethought.”
The little girl pointed at the new puppy that she wanted.
The teacher pointed to the student that cheated on the test.
i pointed my finger on him and said “you”. he was confused but accepted it very fast. I wanted him to take me out. And only i could point my finge like that because everybody loves me.
a sharp tap. Black eyes as dark as charcoal. I crumble until I am a black smudge on the ground. I understand the message. The lead scratche
Toes pointed. I am relaxed and feeling content. You kiss me. My pointed toes curl so sweetly.
I pointed at her as nonchalantly as I could. “Get the gun,” I mouthed.
The witch from wizard of oz’s hat, of course. Passive aggressive comments. It’s over there, M, (as I have a lousy sense of direction. What dogs didn’t actually do.
From where I sat at the bar, I could easily notice the pointed glances that the girl in the cowboy hat and leather jacket was shooting me. I wasn’t quite sure what she was drinking – rum and coke? Whiskey bourbon? – but I knew it must have been strong, maybe even giving her a right kick in the teeth, because she seemed on edge and ready to fight someone. I looked over at my cousin, who was busy flirting with the bartender, and itched for another beer.
“But back to the story,” she shook her head for a second, clearing her thoughts, before starting back up again.
“It would stay away from women and children, but even the men, though they’d be hard-pressed to admit it, because these men were not socialized to admit such things, found it strange.”
One of her listeners coughed, the scratched sound breaking her from the rhythm of the story.
“Oh yes you’re right, I’m extending this bit of background for too long. Well, needless to say, the beast was a wolf. I jumped the gun a bit, but in this kind of tale, the beasts are always wolves.”
Her second watcher yawned rather loudly, face ruddy and red after being glared at both by his companion and by the girl.
“Fine, I’ll speed this up a bit. What’s important is that the beasts are wolves, because now we have tamed them into dogs, and humans always like to be the masters of their own stories.”
I pointed at you.
He pointed at the 17-year-old girl accusingly. “It was you! It was you who murdered Mr. Black and his wife! It was you playing the tuba as Mr. Yellow was shot!”
I pointed at the ski and realized i was an infinite part of the universe, but my mother yelled at me and said it was impolite to point. So i pointed at myself realizing I was also an important part of the universe too
Pointed remarks give out a lot of saliva and it can be poisonous. Step away from anyone speaking too loudly, especially after everyone gets a little moist and discomfort sets in; people will scatter so the loud standing one will be a target to topple; a tower of Babel.