There was a strangely welcoming feeling that seemed to be enveloping me in the kind of wamth i hadn’t felt in years. “I think I’ve just found my new home” I said to myself.
Seeing the place for the first time wasn’t like she’d expected; it felt foreign and cold, like she’d knocked on an enemy’s door wearing a mask and thought she’d find a welcoming face behind it. The halls were filled with plumes of light billowing in through the monstrous windows, but there was a permanent stiffness in the air. The mantra of “Open Minds, Open Doors” rang through the atrium as the sleek chrome panels slid shut behind her.
you are in my house the warmest part of my heart don’t wander beyond the living room and kitchen because in the bedroom things become a little colder and in that space where sleep overtakes and darkness is sleep it’s a restless journey before my eyes shut. and i don’t know if you can handle such darkness. so sleep. sleep now.
i want to see a plot-driven theory answering the mechanics of the world
why did you move
to move
(stepping over grass, you’ve made the soil too dense for worms to crawl to the surface — every tiny bit of life is given to you from another’s)
Home is the place I like to go. Where friends and family are. Welcome in they say with a smile and we laugh and talk all evening. Welcome home is a wonderful phrase after one has been travelling afar. Love is expressed and laughter emits. And cozy fires light up the room. Hugs and handshakes.
It was unusual for the captain to be welcoming of interruptions, especially from Ushio, but the woman took an exception to it this time.
“Details, Ushio, now!” She tossed away the cold coffee she had been nursing as she poured over case files. Ushio strode up to her desk and explained what he had learned from Yusei on an unrelated case.
Being welcoming is a good thing in a person. Welcoming people appear kind and easy going. They are easy to get along with. Even with homes, if a home is welcoming, it is fun to go in.
Think it through. They are welcoming you inside. They seem very inviting. Eager. Anxious maybe? Food smells good. People are moving about, laughing, drinking wine and you can already scope out the back patio and the smokers. You could light one up. It all sounds good. You should step inside. The host is standing in the corner by the African masks and behind the 2000 year old statue, his smile turning towards you as you start to take off your coat, extremely welcoming smile, overly so. They want you here not out there but in here. Why?
welcoming committee shaking hands, bland smile. right this way sir. balloons twirling in strands of helium DNA. eyeballs plastered. Enter through here.
The feeling of home is interesting. It is the combination of incense, the food, soft furniture, smiling faces, listening ears, lifetime of memories and the inevitable feeling of dislike and dread of staying more than a few days.
It’s the moment
you
cross the threshold.
There, into open arms.
A warm embrace.
A smile
that signals
this is a safe place.
Where you can
lay your head,
breathe
and forget the war of worlds
out your window.
You’ve never been such of me. It’s hard trying to break into something. A group, a friendship, a school. When people aren’t welcoming. Some even think they’re so friendly, but really, they’re the worst! Maybe we’re all a little the same, no?
Welcome to utopia!
This is what aliens would greet us when Earth dies.
But Earth cannot die for we are her own dear children.
We’d definitely not want our step-siblings to be aliens!!
SAVE MOTHER EARTH!
there was nothing welcoming about the place. the house looked dilapidated. grayed paint chipping, wood cracking, windows broken, yellowed curtains, facade crooked. the thing was falling to pieces. yet i found myself standing at the door; placing a shaking hand on the cold tarnished knob.
hard to be sometimes, when you’re used to having your guard up because you never know people’s intentions. should be simple, easy. but somehow it isn’t. is it a reality or just the way we choose to perceive?
Grace Mwanza stood in her field and looked west towards the setting sun, which was sinking steadily into the blue haze of the Ruwengeri Mountains. Soon those mountains would be welcoming the great rains and there would once again be water for her crops and for her children.
There was a welcoming committee of about eight people standing at the entrance when he arrived. It was a nice gesture, but slightly marred by the fact that they had spelled his name wrongly on the welcome banner they held.
There was nothing welcoming about the house anymore.
One time, it had held memories of Christmas mornings and Thanksgiving nights. Hot cocoa before bed and sleepy story times, fires blazing with grandmother half-asleep on the couch beside it.
Now, it was empty and forlorn, little more than a blackened shell of all it once was.
After I settled in, I wasn’t sure what sort of welcoming I’d expected after two years over scattered emails and phone calls…but I knew this hadn’t been it.
welcoming change is something that’s always been hard for most people to be comfortable with. I dont see the reasoning behind it…change is good.change means something new. change doesnt always have to be considering a bad thing. welcome change. welcome the new and undiscovered
It’s not just a welcome mat that brings you home. It’s the smell of coffee and waffles…but mostly the syrup. God I love syrup.
It’s better than hugs sometimes. I mean I like hugs and they’re sweet but nothing’s beats good old maple syrup. Welcome home.
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There was a strangely welcoming feeling that seemed to be enveloping me in the kind of wamth i hadn’t felt in years. “I think I’ve just found my new home” I said to myself.
Seeing the place for the first time wasn’t like she’d expected; it felt foreign and cold, like she’d knocked on an enemy’s door wearing a mask and thought she’d find a welcoming face behind it. The halls were filled with plumes of light billowing in through the monstrous windows, but there was a permanent stiffness in the air. The mantra of “Open Minds, Open Doors” rang through the atrium as the sleek chrome panels slid shut behind her.
welcoming night as darkness is a friend
oftentimes haunted by jasmine scent
no one coming to comprehend
till the breath tightened at the end
YEah
I just had this, hugging, a Christmas party, rich people parties, “the blind side” situation, getting adopted by rich people
you are in my house the warmest part of my heart don’t wander beyond the living room and kitchen because in the bedroom things become a little colder and in that space where sleep overtakes and darkness is sleep it’s a restless journey before my eyes shut. and i don’t know if you can handle such darkness. so sleep. sleep now.
i want to see a plot-driven theory answering the mechanics of the world
why did you move
to move
(stepping over grass, you’ve made the soil too dense for worms to crawl to the surface — every tiny bit of life is given to you from another’s)
Home is the place I like to go. Where friends and family are. Welcome in they say with a smile and we laugh and talk all evening. Welcome home is a wonderful phrase after one has been travelling afar. Love is expressed and laughter emits. And cozy fires light up the room. Hugs and handshakes.
It was unusual for the captain to be welcoming of interruptions, especially from Ushio, but the woman took an exception to it this time.
“Details, Ushio, now!” She tossed away the cold coffee she had been nursing as she poured over case files. Ushio strode up to her desk and explained what he had learned from Yusei on an unrelated case.
Being welcoming is a good thing in a person. Welcoming people appear kind and easy going. They are easy to get along with. Even with homes, if a home is welcoming, it is fun to go in.
Think it through. They are welcoming you inside. They seem very inviting. Eager. Anxious maybe? Food smells good. People are moving about, laughing, drinking wine and you can already scope out the back patio and the smokers. You could light one up. It all sounds good. You should step inside. The host is standing in the corner by the African masks and behind the 2000 year old statue, his smile turning towards you as you start to take off your coat, extremely welcoming smile, overly so. They want you here not out there but in here. Why?
welcoming committee shaking hands, bland smile. right this way sir. balloons twirling in strands of helium DNA. eyeballs plastered. Enter through here.
The feeling of home is interesting. It is the combination of incense, the food, soft furniture, smiling faces, listening ears, lifetime of memories and the inevitable feeling of dislike and dread of staying more than a few days.
I am so welcoming when family is over.
It’s the moment
you
cross the threshold.
There, into open arms.
A warm embrace.
A smile
that signals
this is a safe place.
Where you can
lay your head,
breathe
and forget the war of worlds
out your window.
a place of peace, and tranquility, an open invitation, excited , a sense of love, and acceptance, a place for excelling.
She was a welcoming sight. When he opened his eyes, after being knocked to the ground, she wasstanding over him with a smile. Man is she gorgeous.
The Rays were not as welcoming as everybody made me believe. Yes I was dating their son and yes they had the right to be wary but not outright rude.
He opened his arms, eyes meeting her tear streaked face. The hug enveloped her, and she knew she was home.
The sound and the music beckoned my closer. I crept closer and closer until… BAM!!! My head slammed into the wall and instantly I was out.
You’ve never been such of me. It’s hard trying to break into something. A group, a friendship, a school. When people aren’t welcoming. Some even think they’re so friendly, but really, they’re the worst! Maybe we’re all a little the same, no?
Yeah.
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We visited some friends that we hadn’t seen for quite some time but there were as welcoming as ever and we had a thoroughly good day.
To: Emma-Lee
Your passage was really beautiful and had a rich sense of personal experience and poignancy. Keep up your good job!
Welcome to utopia!
This is what aliens would greet us when Earth dies.
But Earth cannot die for we are her own dear children.
We’d definitely not want our step-siblings to be aliens!!
SAVE MOTHER EARTH!
there was nothing welcoming about the place. the house looked dilapidated. grayed paint chipping, wood cracking, windows broken, yellowed curtains, facade crooked. the thing was falling to pieces. yet i found myself standing at the door; placing a shaking hand on the cold tarnished knob.
His words of welcoming died on his tongue, collecting there like a layer of dust.
A person willing to clarify doubt is called
we should always welcoming everyone who came for getting help, it is sign of love and respect
hard to be sometimes, when you’re used to having your guard up because you never know people’s intentions. should be simple, easy. but somehow it isn’t. is it a reality or just the way we choose to perceive?
Grace Mwanza stood in her field and looked west towards the setting sun, which was sinking steadily into the blue haze of the Ruwengeri Mountains. Soon those mountains would be welcoming the great rains and there would once again be water for her crops and for her children.
There was a welcoming committee of about eight people standing at the entrance when he arrived. It was a nice gesture, but slightly marred by the fact that they had spelled his name wrongly on the welcome banner they held.
Her arms were a welcoming embrace, filled with the smells of home, the warmth of love.
There was nothing welcoming about the house anymore.
One time, it had held memories of Christmas mornings and Thanksgiving nights. Hot cocoa before bed and sleepy story times, fires blazing with grandmother half-asleep on the couch beside it.
Now, it was empty and forlorn, little more than a blackened shell of all it once was.
After I settled in, I wasn’t sure what sort of welcoming I’d expected after two years over scattered emails and phone calls…but I knew this hadn’t been it.
welcoming change is something that’s always been hard for most people to be comfortable with. I dont see the reasoning behind it…change is good.change means something new. change doesnt always have to be considering a bad thing. welcome change. welcome the new and undiscovered
It’s not just a welcome mat that brings you home. It’s the smell of coffee and waffles…but mostly the syrup. God I love syrup.
It’s better than hugs sometimes. I mean I like hugs and they’re sweet but nothing’s beats good old maple syrup. Welcome home.