what in the world is an alarmist? I dont understand… hows about an alarmist is someone who goes around town and alrams people, like sybile luddington or whoever.. alarm alarm! ahh! get ready for this! alarm alarm!
Alarming. I look outside the window and see a dark shadow, pacing back and forth across my yard. I wake my husband up and I ask do you see this? Who is that in our back yard? He simply sat up and replied, your just being an alarmist now come back to bed.
I have no idea what this word means. But I don’t like the sound of it. You see, I prefer words which have more ‘fun’ to them, some Y’s and G’s popped in there… Oh I do love a word which involves a good few Y’s and G’s.!
Walking down a alley. It’s 9pm. The streets are emptying quickly as passerby’s rush home from work. What’s that? A sudden sound. A flash of shadow. You try to rationalize but jump to the worst conclusion anyway.
Something was after me. I could tell, a gentle brush of air grasping at my neck, gripping and tugging at me until I couldn’t move; couldn’t breath. His fingers ran down my arm, teasing me, almost as if he was a harmless threat that meant no harm. Lies.
It moves up, from my neck to my cheek, a gentle caress before moving back. I felt the air escape me, my body flying, tempting me to let go.
we were just finishing the drive to the cliffs when Sarah began shouting about all the deaths she had heard surrounding the climbs. We told her she was just being dramatic, if anything serious were to happen they would have closed the trails long ago. “Seriously, we could die,” she sighed. What an alarmist.
“I saw it on the TV!” she screamed, while throwing whatever items her hands touched into the duffel bag. “They said we have to evacuate immediately!”
I watched her operate from panic and tried to think of what to say that might call her down.
“Let’s be rational. You know the government is alarmist at times. If it were that bad, they would have taken the president to a secret location. Right?”
She stopped tugging at the zipper on the overstuffed bag and looked at me.
“They did that two hours ago.”
I shoved her out of the way and bolted to the closet to grab another bag. Shit just got real.
and everything simply stopped. It was an amazing yet alarming thing. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Everything felt right but wrong all at the same time.
“WON’T SOMEONE HELP ME?” She cried out in a loud voice. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”
Something was out of order. I heard a noise; a sound, a gentle creek. Something was here, something was following me. I wasn’t sure what, but I was sure it was the end of me.
It was around my throat, grasping and pulling until all the air escaped me. I was gone.
I am an alarmist.
I am alarmed.
You will become alarmed.
I will startle you.
You will be frightened.
But do not fear.
I am only an alarmist.
I am not the true alarm.
Alarm! OH. GO. Run, or pull the covers over your sleepy head and close your eyes. Sleep through the smoke and the flames. Imagine what it feels like to burn alive then dream about it. Imagine the orange and yellow licking at your toes and…scream. Fall asleep. Wake up dreaming.
he is such an alarmist.. always making a fuzz out of notting at all. If he’d stay at easy he could probably enjor the best simple pleasures life has yet to offer. instead he holds on to what a possible worst case scenario could be, missing what is, or what could be done
Alarmist. My best friend is an alarmist. The simplest situation amazes her. Well-known drama is something to shout about. She exaggerates everything. This is why she is my best friend. My bestfriend, the alarmist.
I hated her so much. She was like the boy who cried wolf. Always worried the sky was gonna fall down.
So when she told me to be careful, I didn’t pay attention.
The scene was silent that december afternoon. That is, until Micah came out and yelled something about the latest apocalypse. “There’s going to be a destruction to us all!” he exclaimed stumbling into the street.
Once there was an alarmist who alarmed the people in the village of dangers. One day a brush fire was coming and he alamed the people and became known as the hero
my alarm sparks a whole new realization every day, the worry caused that just cant be taken any more. the alarmist tries to stop. doesn’t. but i am not. you are for saying i am.
it was about the way he walked away, his judgmental nature and the selfishness that was all too obvious. In the end, he was an alarmist whom i had never known before, a different person altogether and oh, i saw the signs.
Alarmist? Like the boy who cried wolf, I realized, after quickly looking up the word in the dictionary. Making mountains out of mole hills, the person we all become after a long day, long week, long month, long year. This is one of my worst writing blurbs on this site… I have to go eat lunch.
That is a scary word. Alarmist. It shows someone who fears, who is alarmed or who alarms people. I actually have no idea what the word actually means, but I am assuming. That scares me. Alarms me even.
There was nothing right about what he was doing, he was well aware. He couldn’t help it though. Couldn’t help the urge to preach. He also knew the difference between that and teaching. He was not a teacher. He was a teller. It was all he wanted to do so it was all he intendended to try.
Is a person that goes crazy about the smallest things. A things that can realy make a small deal seam like a big deal. That’s my view of the word / personality sign called an alarmist.
My mother is an alarmist – worrying about things that she knows nothing about. Like when my cousin was born with a hairlip – she explained that it was a growth of hair coming off his chin – Imagine a little baby with all that hair…
An alarmist is someone who is to preoccupied with fears of the future to focus on the here and the now; someone who is terrified of losing the ones they love, of losing life. Someone who can’t be happy or calm no matter how hard they try without medication. Someone like me.
thealarmist alarmed all of the mall, and the alarmist caused chaos to everyone especially because the alarmist did not take into consideration all of the Mothers with chil
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved to pull pranks. One day, when she went to the movies with her friends, she yelled out “Fire!”
People thought it was real and so they left the movie theather, freaking out. She had a kick out of it until there actually was a fire. Everyone who left survived but being in the room, she ended up dying instead.
And so, after her death, there was a funeral, but nobody came because of her dreaded prank that became real.
the alarm went off
he was fasinated by it
it spun clockwise
ran when it had reached its destination
the alarm marvaled him
he went crazy for it
decided he wanted a carrier in it
He was an alarmist. A man who overreacted to every problem that came his way. He would alert everyone and anyone about anything, anytime, anywhere. When he caught a cold, half the town thought a quarantine was coming.
he was quit the alarmist. my favorite way to wake up was anything he did to my body. he always sneaked up on me, woke up before I could beat him to it, and thought of the most creative, sexy, lovely ways to bring me to opening my eyes each morning. it’s like he could sit there watching me sleep, and read my dreams. he just always knew what I wanted him to do to me, even if he’d never done it before, even if I never told him.
Alarmist, are we talking like, someone who creates alarms, or someone who causes people to be alarmed? Perhaps a member of the public who is permanently alarmed, like, WOAH NELLY, THAT GUY IS WEARING A GREEN T-SHIRT! I’m not quite sure though… alarmist..
I’m an alarmist on a sunny day. I stay indoors because I’m afraid of skin cancer. I warn my friends incessantly about the statistical dangers of riding in a car. I’m afraid to live my life because I’m afraid to lose my life.
what in the world is an alarmist? I dont understand… hows about an alarmist is someone who goes around town and alrams people, like sybile luddington or whoever.. alarm alarm! ahh! get ready for this! alarm alarm!
Alarming. I look outside the window and see a dark shadow, pacing back and forth across my yard. I wake my husband up and I ask do you see this? Who is that in our back yard? He simply sat up and replied, your just being an alarmist now come back to bed.
I have no idea what this word means. But I don’t like the sound of it. You see, I prefer words which have more ‘fun’ to them, some Y’s and G’s popped in there… Oh I do love a word which involves a good few Y’s and G’s.!
Walking down a alley. It’s 9pm. The streets are emptying quickly as passerby’s rush home from work. What’s that? A sudden sound. A flash of shadow. You try to rationalize but jump to the worst conclusion anyway.
Something was after me. I could tell, a gentle brush of air grasping at my neck, gripping and tugging at me until I couldn’t move; couldn’t breath. His fingers ran down my arm, teasing me, almost as if he was a harmless threat that meant no harm. Lies.
It moves up, from my neck to my cheek, a gentle caress before moving back. I felt the air escape me, my body flying, tempting me to let go.
I flew.
we were just finishing the drive to the cliffs when Sarah began shouting about all the deaths she had heard surrounding the climbs. We told her she was just being dramatic, if anything serious were to happen they would have closed the trails long ago. “Seriously, we could die,” she sighed. What an alarmist.
“I saw it on the TV!” she screamed, while throwing whatever items her hands touched into the duffel bag. “They said we have to evacuate immediately!”
I watched her operate from panic and tried to think of what to say that might call her down.
“Let’s be rational. You know the government is alarmist at times. If it were that bad, they would have taken the president to a secret location. Right?”
She stopped tugging at the zipper on the overstuffed bag and looked at me.
“They did that two hours ago.”
I shoved her out of the way and bolted to the closet to grab another bag. Shit just got real.
and everything simply stopped. It was an amazing yet alarming thing. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Everything felt right but wrong all at the same time.
“WON’T SOMEONE HELP ME?” She cried out in a loud voice. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”
i hate you
you’re a terrorist
an alarmist of my heart
my brain
my soul
my love
Something was out of order. I heard a noise; a sound, a gentle creek. Something was here, something was following me. I wasn’t sure what, but I was sure it was the end of me.
It was around my throat, grasping and pulling until all the air escaped me. I was gone.
I am an alarmist.
I am alarmed.
You will become alarmed.
I will startle you.
You will be frightened.
But do not fear.
I am only an alarmist.
I am not the true alarm.
This is a drill.
Alarm! OH. GO. Run, or pull the covers over your sleepy head and close your eyes. Sleep through the smoke and the flames. Imagine what it feels like to burn alive then dream about it. Imagine the orange and yellow licking at your toes and…scream. Fall asleep. Wake up dreaming.
he is such an alarmist.. always making a fuzz out of notting at all. If he’d stay at easy he could probably enjor the best simple pleasures life has yet to offer. instead he holds on to what a possible worst case scenario could be, missing what is, or what could be done
Alarmist. My best friend is an alarmist. The simplest situation amazes her. Well-known drama is something to shout about. She exaggerates everything. This is why she is my best friend. My bestfriend, the alarmist.
I hated her so much. She was like the boy who cried wolf. Always worried the sky was gonna fall down.
So when she told me to be careful, I didn’t pay attention.
“An alarmist is not the little man in your clock.”
“Yes, he is!”
“George, an alarmist is someone who – ”
“Lives in my block.”
“No, if you let me finish…”
“He’s the one who rings the bells when I have to wake up!”
“Okay, and I assume that the roosterist is the guy who gets the rooster to crow at sunrise?”
“Yeah! You know that, too?”
“Just eat your cereal, George.”
The scene was silent that december afternoon. That is, until Micah came out and yelled something about the latest apocalypse. “There’s going to be a destruction to us all!” he exclaimed stumbling into the street.
Once there was an alarmist who alarmed the people in the village of dangers. One day a brush fire was coming and he alamed the people and became known as the hero
This is a person who is easily upset by new situations always thinking that something bad is about to happen.
my alarm sparks a whole new realization every day, the worry caused that just cant be taken any more. the alarmist tries to stop. doesn’t. but i am not. you are for saying i am.
it was about the way he walked away, his judgmental nature and the selfishness that was all too obvious. In the end, he was an alarmist whom i had never known before, a different person altogether and oh, i saw the signs.
Alarmist? Like the boy who cried wolf, I realized, after quickly looking up the word in the dictionary. Making mountains out of mole hills, the person we all become after a long day, long week, long month, long year. This is one of my worst writing blurbs on this site… I have to go eat lunch.
That is a scary word. Alarmist. It shows someone who fears, who is alarmed or who alarms people. I actually have no idea what the word actually means, but I am assuming. That scares me. Alarms me even.
There was nothing right about what he was doing, he was well aware. He couldn’t help it though. Couldn’t help the urge to preach. He also knew the difference between that and teaching. He was not a teacher. He was a teller. It was all he wanted to do so it was all he intendended to try.
Is a person that goes crazy about the smallest things. A things that can realy make a small deal seam like a big deal. That’s my view of the word / personality sign called an alarmist.
Armed and unharmed, we unarmed the alarmist.
My mother is an alarmist – worrying about things that she knows nothing about. Like when my cousin was born with a hairlip – she explained that it was a growth of hair coming off his chin – Imagine a little baby with all that hair…
wakes me up in the morning
someone who scares you
someone who tells you when something bad is going to happen – like when your village is under attack
An alarmist is someone who is to preoccupied with fears of the future to focus on the here and the now; someone who is terrified of losing the ones they love, of losing life. Someone who can’t be happy or calm no matter how hard they try without medication. Someone like me.
thealarmist alarmed all of the mall, and the alarmist caused chaos to everyone especially because the alarmist did not take into consideration all of the Mothers with chil
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved to pull pranks. One day, when she went to the movies with her friends, she yelled out “Fire!”
People thought it was real and so they left the movie theather, freaking out. She had a kick out of it until there actually was a fire. Everyone who left survived but being in the room, she ended up dying instead.
And so, after her death, there was a funeral, but nobody came because of her dreaded prank that became real.
THE END
the clang of swords buzzes in your ears
as you wake from a seemingly peaceful rest
the night is silent and stale
yet your heart beats a mile a minute.
the alarm went off
he was fasinated by it
it spun clockwise
ran when it had reached its destination
the alarm marvaled him
he went crazy for it
decided he wanted a carrier in it
an alarmist is someone who sets of alarms der!! or they could pull the alarm as a fraud and get into jail. YIPPEEEEEE lol
I hate to be an alarmist, but, somebody is watching you right now.
He was an alarmist. A man who overreacted to every problem that came his way. He would alert everyone and anyone about anything, anytime, anywhere. When he caught a cold, half the town thought a quarantine was coming.
he was quit the alarmist. my favorite way to wake up was anything he did to my body. he always sneaked up on me, woke up before I could beat him to it, and thought of the most creative, sexy, lovely ways to bring me to opening my eyes each morning. it’s like he could sit there watching me sleep, and read my dreams. he just always knew what I wanted him to do to me, even if he’d never done it before, even if I never told him.
I hate to be an alarmist, but the ell in the basest leaves much to be desired. Who could stand that!
Alarmist, are we talking like, someone who creates alarms, or someone who causes people to be alarmed? Perhaps a member of the public who is permanently alarmed, like, WOAH NELLY, THAT GUY IS WEARING A GREEN T-SHIRT! I’m not quite sure though… alarmist..
I’m an alarmist on a sunny day. I stay indoors because I’m afraid of skin cancer. I warn my friends incessantly about the statistical dangers of riding in a car. I’m afraid to live my life because I’m afraid to lose my life.