approach

March 22nd, 2011 | 264 Entries

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264 Entries for “approach”

  1. She approaches him in the hallway and she can’t remember the last time she was this nervous. She’s not sure that she ever has been this nervous before, actually. She needs to get the words out, though, before he leaves and it’s too late.

    She doesn’t want to be left with any regrets.

    by on 03.22.2011
  2. I approach and combat the fear
    inside my chest is a battle field.
    I long to be near
    to have the feeling
    of your hand against my arm.

    You are so far away.

  3. approaching diamonds. thats what I tell myself. I’m not sure I can face disapointment, so yeah im approaching the world. because diamonds have become the world. and you can do nothing but approach it.

  4. He approaches me as I sit alone, minding my own business and eating my morning breakfast. Approaching me only to pass by and take a different seat. Oh how intimidating college can be.

  5. She had to take just the right approach. Too tough and she would scare him away. Too light and he would walk all over her. But, Mrs. Tolliver knew that’s what a strong teacher would do. She would do what it took to get through to Jeffrey.

  6. carefully, i approached the stranger warily. i had head about the bad things people can do to a lone little girl who isn’t the protected, and can be tricked and fooled. i knew what risks i was taking when i walked straight up to him, hearing him call my name. but i answered his questions all the same, as he answered mine.
    we stood and talked, swaying back and forth, shifting the weight from our feet. we might have walked towards one another as strangers, but we walked away like old friends. i was lucky. i took a chance and he was nice. no tricks, no need for protection, and no more loneliness.
    so how many more times, i wondered, could i get that luck again?

    by lialia on 03.22.2011
  7. You walked up to me, empty handed. I didn’t know how to react, I thought you were going to fall again and I didn’t want to lose the chance to tell you the truth. I gasped, I choked but it just couldn’t get out. It was like razor blades were blocking my breaths.

  8. “Oh dear,” Mr. Morrisey sighed in concern. Perhaps, our visit to the Music Museum might be to dangerous after all. Listen to this,” he said to his wife. “When you encounter a band of Great Brass in the wild, approach it with extreme caution,” he read out of the the “Lonely Planet Guide to Symphonies and Orchestras.” “The trombones have vicious crooked hooks with which they will grab at you. The French Horns will try to use their horns to knock you down like rams might do, and the tubas, the largest of the brass species can literally swallow you whole.”

    by Izolda on 03.22.2011
  9. I approached the stand, ready to plead my clients case when all of a sudden someone burst through the court doors. “What is the meaning of this?” shouts the judge. A large cloud of dust was gathering around the jury.

  10. how was it that, even though he was so sure of his love and adoration, he still had no idea how to approach his best friend?

    he never knew the right thing to say. oh, he was mr. “do-it-all,” but he could never figure out how to express his feelings in words. it never seemed to work in his favor. this time, though, there was no room for his usual, awkward errors. he had to make his feelings perfectly clear. he just needed to find the right approach…

  11. What draco saw first was the bright green of his cloak. A bright forest green, like his eyes. So many people made a big deal about his eye color, but it never seemed to become a tired subject. He gulped. Now was the time. Crossing through the crowds of people, his boots clacking against the cobblestones, Draco stopped in front of him. “Harry,” he said, staring straight in his eyes, “we have to talk. It’s yours.”

  12. The window was open.
    The shear white lace framing the ivory wood pane swished back and forth and back and forth. It was silent for all anyone knew.

    Then she approached.

    by Hiu Hiu Bieber on 03.22.2011
  13. The window was open.
    The shear white lace framing the ivory wood pane swished back and forth and back and forth. It was silent for all anyone knew.

    Then she appraoched.

    by Hiu Hiu Bieber on 03.22.2011
  14. Sub-zero.
    Ice cold.
    Warmer.
    Warmer.
    Really cold.
    Even colder.
    Antarctic.
    Warmer.
    Warmer.
    Warmer.
    WARMER!
    Getting pretty hot now!
    Colder.
    HOT! HOT! HOT!
    Hotter than the sun.
    Almost there!
    It’s so hot, it burns.
    Yes! You found it! The remote!

  15. I don’t even know how to approach him. What would I do? What would I say? How do I look? Damnit, this is so nerve wrecking! Maybe today’s not the day. You know what, I’ll try tomorrow. Yea, tomorrow.

    by Lance on 03.22.2011
  16. approaching diamonds. thats what I tell myself. I’m not sure I can face dissapointment, so yeah im approaching the world. because diamonds have become the world. and you can do nothing but approach it.

    by Celia Muto on 03.22.2011
  17. Approach the world slowly, thoughtfully, giving all consideration, instead of throwing energy around. Peace be with each of us.

    by paulie aragon on 03.22.2011
  18. approach to writing. thats what im learning. you can tell so much about a person from what they write. i can tell whos in love, who lost love, and who is troubled. read through other entries. youll see my point. its amazing.

    by Lynn on 03.22.2011
  19. To approach, or not to approach. Too often is the time that we take the easy way out; allow our fear to swallow us whole and force us not to act. To approach is to act, to make something happen. But, it is the people whom we never approach that most shape the individual we eventually either become, or wish we could become.

    by Elizabeth on 03.22.2011
  20. i love the time that i have to think. i let my mind wander as i walk, and think. Through times square i let my body wander. then i duck into a small cafe. Awaitress approaches me. just in time, because the bomb is about the blow. not a physical one, though i wish my mind could understand this.

    by Rachel on 03.22.2011
  21. He approached me, and suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. He had his goofy smile on his face that made me weak at the knees. His beautiful brown hair was longer than i remembered. But here he was, walking towards me with open arms, like nothing had ever happened between us. We embraced and he told me how much he missed me.

  22. i approached the tree, its vines wrapping around my ankles and legs quickly capturing me and flipping me upsidown, turning me into a cocoon. i

  23. i approached the shining counter. clearly it had been polished. by a careful hand. one experienced in doing so. i amdired the marble beneath the wax coat. then laid my money on it as the suspicious caracter behing the counter smiled a broken grin and handed me an, aslo well polished, handgun.

    by Rachel on 03.22.2011
  24. Approach Roach was a insect of a dastardly nature. He used his disgusting figure to drive people away from him and take their things. Of course this was only how the people saw it. In actuality he was trying to introduce himself and took their items because he wanted to give them back. Approach Roach lived a terrible life, after all, what kind of life can someone live if they constantly drive others away?

    by Napoleon on 03.22.2011
  25. I’m approaching a time of change, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it. I mean, I want to move up in life, have my own house, work and be happy… I just have so far to go before I get there. I feel rushed. I don’t know where all the time went when I could go out and have fun, not caring about paying bills and doing dishes and laundry. I’m barely 20, single, working 4 jobs so that I can pay my bills and hopefully move out. I think I’m approaching failure.

  26. approach is what you do when you get near something. like you approach a stop sign in your car when you’re driving… you approach people when you’re going to talk to them. an approach is your own personal method of going about a task. i don’t really know what i’m typing right now. approach is an 8 letter word.

    by Allie on 03.22.2011
  27. I approached him with caution
    as I floated away
    I looked down before him
    and saw all the days
    the days that we wasted
    the ones we never had
    I need to burst
    and land back on the ground

    by roya on 03.22.2011
  28. I had noticed him watching me all day. Once our eyes met and I turned away, quickly and awkwardly. He finally approached me. As he did this I threw my arms around my girlfriend and planted one on her face. The realization poured onto his face. I smirked as he walked away, disheartened.

    by Jadeeee on 03.22.2011
  29. She approached me slowly, her eyes on the ground and her shoulders drooping pathetically. Not knowing what to say, I opened my arms wide and embraced her. There we stood amidst the crowd of children and parents, joggers and talkers, birds and bees, alone in the park, our silence saying all that needed to be said as the tears drew tracks on her dirt stained face.

    by Emily on 03.22.2011
  30. It’s so hard to approach a guy! I’m being naive and a scared little girl, but it’s so difficult to approach a random cute guy on the streets or in class or whatever. They’re too complicated anyway; why bother? Right?

  31. As I approached her, in all her shimmering, shining glory, my legs started to trembles. My mouth went as dry as cotton and a lump blocked my throat, making it hard to breathe.

    by Emily (((: on 03.22.2011
  32. Approach.

    Cautiously she approached. She could hear him crying, and could see him at the end of the tube. He shuffled further back when he saw her, afraid.

    “It’s ok” said the kid. “She’s cool. She can help. She can hear them too.”

    by Noisy Quiet on 03.22.2011
  33. One last breath before I sink like a stone in the sea. My approach to life has always been this forward- let what’s going to happen happen, for life’s not in your control. And when your stone has sunk to the bottom of the riverbed think back on how grateful you are for even being there. Always, always, always be grateful for being here.

  34. I was never one to approach
    And I will probably never be
    But I can talk to you for some reason
    I’m not as afraid
    It’s kinda weird, because I’ll still step on toes
    without meaning to, of course, but I’m still human
    I need your help.

    by on 03.22.2011
  35. She watched him as he picked out the perfect wine. He checked all the labels carefully. He was looking for something specific. She brushed her hair out of her eyes then walked over to him.
    “I always get red.” She said to him with a smile.
    He looked at her and smiled back.
    “Me too.” he replyed.
    “What’s the occasion?” She asked, hoping it wasn’t for a girlfriend.
    “Just sold one of my paintings for some big bucks. Thought I would get some wine to celebrate, though I must say, I’m celebrating alone tonight.”
    She fingered her necklace, trying to hide the nerves in her voice.
    “Would you like some company?”

  36. Every moment brings me closer to The End. It approaches me, its nostrils flaring, eyebrows raised. Each second it challenges me: What am I doing with my life? Who do I think I am?

    If I died right this second, what difference would I have made?

    Every moment brings me closer to The End. I approach it, my nostrils flaring and eyebrow raised. Defiantly, I hold my ground, though inside I shake with insecurity.

    What difference have I made?

    by on 03.22.2011
  37. When you see somone you don’t know approching you, you should always be polite. If they look scary you should walk away quickly. If it is someone you know, smile and wave. If it is someone you love, run in for a hug. If it is a child or a friendly animal, be gentle and kind.

    by Kenzie on 03.22.2011
  38. I approched the door like there was an audience feeling the suspense. The scary music playing in the back of my head. What could be on the other side? I wasn’t sure what to believe. Maybe it was true, maybe all of it was lies. All I knew what that I was interested in which of the two was correct.

  39. With a sigh, I stepped away from the comfort of the shadows and approached him. I knew it would be hard to confront him after the incident, but I did not expect to feel the urge to flee.

    by AvaAva on 03.22.2011
  40. As I approached the barn, I stopped. Something in the air smelled like lilacs. That same lilac smell that wafted through my nostrils as I ran past my mom’s carefully tended lilac bush towards my carefully tended mud pile. I didn’t notice the lilacs at the time. Only now do I think about those lilacs.