Her hands caress my face and sends shivers and charges down my spine.
Her hands entwine in my hair and I take a deep breath and let go.
My mind floats away with the drops of acid burning my eyes, I blink furiously.
The more I fight the sting, the more it bites like a rabid animal.
Invisible tears fall from my face and the pit of my stomach dances wildly.
The wheel spun, sending sparks of hot white electricity along uncovered wires leading to the pond. It wasn’t a safe set-up, but it was the best way to revive his pet, Jerry – or so Joey had read. He gave the handle one more turn for good luck, and then opened his box and retrieved the golden fish from its surrounding ice cubes. He crossed his fingers, and then his toes for good measure, and tossed Jerry into the water.
She loved to laugh as she sat on his stomach and he looked up into her oceanly blue eyes when he said that she was in charge, that when it came to him she could have her way every time, that he didn’t mind if she used him for her pleasure, she loved to laugh at that moment, as often as it was. Maybe it was because she knew he meant it and she was shocked that love can do that to a person. Or perhaps it was just that she couldn’t believe that someone would be so willing to give themselves up for another. Whatever it was, she loved to laugh at that, and he, well, he loved her enough to let her keep her little secret just waiting for the moment she’d actually do something about it.
She tried to maneuver out of the way as the enemy ship charged at her tiny vessel. she veered to the side, but she was rammed head on. The other ship’s risky move had left both damaged, losing power, and with no escape. The enemy ship was preparing t board her.
Go out, explore the city and nature.
Listen to music, dance around in the house.
Have real talks with the people you love, hug and kiss them.
Pick up a book, immerse yourself in the world of fantasy.
Grab a recipe and start baking something sweet for yourself and your loved ones.
There are so many ways to charge your mental energy. It’s all in your head.
Life is short, be happy.
I want to be in charge…ladydadydo! My friend bosses me around all the time and it is getting really old! I am a boy scout! I can make my own deisions about what I do!
i see the poor fool of a prey, and im afraid, today is not their lucky day. namaste my brother hey, thats the way of life, you gotta eat, you gotta keep- moving. maybe tommorow your friends willl learn.
Don’t simply walk towards the goals you have set for yourself. You have to charge into them! Don’t put them off and say I will start completing my goals tomorrow. Attack your goals today, head on. The completion of goals makes us feel so much better about ourselves and the harder you go after the things you want to do in life, the better life will be!! Take hold of the things you have been given and CHARGE toward all the things you want to achieve!
CHARGE!! He yelled and we forced our way past the wooden barriers. As the walls splintered around us, knives and spears flew towards our chests. Our shields fought back and a carnage of blades and bodies ensued. Our battle cry was loud enough to topple cowardly men. We weren’t about to give up until we won.
I charge ahead into the dark. Nothing is out there. I am fighting to find something. Charge! Charge! I think of running faster and faster. I am trying to find the place that is away from pain. But I keep running into nothing. This long, long road leads nowhere, but I cannot stop. There is nowhere else to go.
In the coming weeks, Morris realised the genius behind the plan. Once the passengers and crew realised that they had to take charge of their own fate, they became more resolved, more independent, more professional. Within three weeks of the announcement that he thought would destroy morale, they were running like a well oiled machine, a well trained military unit, all focused on the same, simple mission: survival.
spelling it take charge of my life I see my trailer mistakes I’ve left behind and in Tucson defect tracking I had a man I let him take charge I figured I’m going to let this man be a man eventually he was in charge of my feelings and whether or not I smile all day.
Taking charge is a thing of people wanting to be authority. Charge was a war cry I think. I don’t like to cry. Charging I like. Recharging is what my phone likes.
The charge I felt from him was electrifying. I couldn’t control this impulse, I had to have him. What would happen to me if I could have him? I would suffer in silence, a dreadful silence. The charge he was giving off was beautiful, almost indulgent
She ran hastily and grabbed the only thing she could find- a torch. She knew it wouldn’t be of any use, but for her paranoid conscience it would do wonders. Scrambling and pushing everyone from the path, she headed to the city hall with the speed of lightning. meanwhile, the dimwitted policeman charged her with the speeding ticket. She groaned loudly, cursed with her fists in the air and promised to take revenge. But, would it be of any use?
He charged the line with his shield drawn high. He drew his sword and readied himself for an onslaught of steel. He felt the strike of his first opponent on the middle of his shield like a strike of lightning, deflected the blow, and shoved his sword through the middle of the enemy’s torso.
Chargeeeeeeeeeeee! Charge the goal? Charge ahead? Stay in charge? What am I to do with this life that has been so graciously given to me? I have this responsibility of making the most of my gifts but I have no idea where to start. (Says the teenager trying to figure out the 10 year… or lifetime plan)
He wasn’t sure what had happened. All he knew was he didn’t rob the old woman but the police were still going to charge him with the crime. One little mistake had cost him big.
the battle was over quick, but the cost was high. god, she had never seen so much blood in her life. she didn’t know a person could have that much blood, thought it impossible that so much could fill such a frail vessel. but today she had seen a man felled by his very own blade, seen all the blood in his body emptied before them in a great pool. now she knew for certain
I charged ahead and, without a second thought, ripped the remnants of my shirt off of my torso, letting it fall behind on the gravel. I had been in many situations like this, without these exact circumstances; there are no thoughts except “I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared.” Red alert, run.
It’s so easy to charge things. My mother used to have a charge card, that’s what they called it in the old days. My Dad hated it because he hated credit. Boy, how things have changed. We use so much credit, we’re drowning in it.
Today I felt recharged and refreshed. Previous days had not been so good, as I was down in the dumps and didnt feel so good. But today when I woke up, The world was different, everything has changed, and this was all because one little wish last night…..
Today was a good day. I felt like my whole body was charged, and everything was refreshed. previously I have been down in the dumps, and not excited about anything. But today was a whole new day, and my world was about to change.
He always knew how to take charge. It was one of the things I have come to love about him, but there was so much more about him than is ability to take control. Killian was more than just a brute, he was a caring man who helped me find love again.
Charging my phone because the battery is dead. Having to borrow a cord from a friend as I stay at their place too late because i don’t want to go home, just to be alone. My phone is dying not because I get so many calls and texts, it’s because I check Instagram constantly for human interaction. I deleted Facebook months ago.
electricity buzzes in her eyes, white like lightning. “what are you doing?” i say faintly, but she does not – cannot – hear me. the storm around us blooms, dangerous blossoms of cloud and charge.
it’s the cost that gets me. my life, just to get rid of him. but i know it’s worth it – it has to be. because after all, he’ll ruin me if he gets the chance. So i shake Mr Pearl’s hand, and he grins with a mouth full of shark teeth.
The room was filled with tension, like lightning charging before its strike. The counsel stared in shock as this girl- no this woman stood before them in defiance. She dared speak to them despite her role among the unworthies. This daughter of demons had the audacity to stand even in the presence of these powerful men, and not a single one of them dared to rise against her.
The blow came out of darkness, but it sent multicolored stars across her vision. She didn’t even try to catch herself–she toppled, her wrist bending beneath her body. Footsteps hammered past. Then, across the room, she heard it growl and knew it was preparing to charge again.
“I led the charge that day,” Grampa always said. “It was a hot, sticky July day, and we fixed our bayonets and began to march – not run – across that field where Pickett’s gray-coated traitors were coming toward us, like a storm cloud…”
The charge forward caused such an adrenaline rush that the men thought all they wanted to do for the rest of their lives was fight. The wind in their hair, the pounding of feet- and then the bombs landed. Never could they have been more wrong than they were in that moment.
She charged to the door. she couldn’t believe that she had walked into the wrong class again. Being new really sucked. She headed around the halls aimlessly trying to find her class before giving up completely.
charge, attack, attract. those seem to be the rules when you go out. find someone that interests you, and hope they find interest in you.
Her hands caress my face and sends shivers and charges down my spine.
Her hands entwine in my hair and I take a deep breath and let go.
My mind floats away with the drops of acid burning my eyes, I blink furiously.
The more I fight the sting, the more it bites like a rabid animal.
Invisible tears fall from my face and the pit of my stomach dances wildly.
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i like my day and i dont know what to write to change
The wheel spun, sending sparks of hot white electricity along uncovered wires leading to the pond. It wasn’t a safe set-up, but it was the best way to revive his pet, Jerry – or so Joey had read. He gave the handle one more turn for good luck, and then opened his box and retrieved the golden fish from its surrounding ice cubes. He crossed his fingers, and then his toes for good measure, and tossed Jerry into the water.
She loved to laugh as she sat on his stomach and he looked up into her oceanly blue eyes when he said that she was in charge, that when it came to him she could have her way every time, that he didn’t mind if she used him for her pleasure, she loved to laugh at that moment, as often as it was. Maybe it was because she knew he meant it and she was shocked that love can do that to a person. Or perhaps it was just that she couldn’t believe that someone would be so willing to give themselves up for another. Whatever it was, she loved to laugh at that, and he, well, he loved her enough to let her keep her little secret just waiting for the moment she’d actually do something about it.
She tried to maneuver out of the way as the enemy ship charged at her tiny vessel. she veered to the side, but she was rammed head on. The other ship’s risky move had left both damaged, losing power, and with no escape. The enemy ship was preparing t board her.
Go out, explore the city and nature.
Listen to music, dance around in the house.
Have real talks with the people you love, hug and kiss them.
Pick up a book, immerse yourself in the world of fantasy.
Grab a recipe and start baking something sweet for yourself and your loved ones.
There are so many ways to charge your mental energy. It’s all in your head.
Life is short, be happy.
I want to be in charge…ladydadydo! My friend bosses me around all the time and it is getting really old! I am a boy scout! I can make my own deisions about what I do!
i see the poor fool of a prey, and im afraid, today is not their lucky day. namaste my brother hey, thats the way of life, you gotta eat, you gotta keep- moving. maybe tommorow your friends willl learn.
Don’t simply walk towards the goals you have set for yourself. You have to charge into them! Don’t put them off and say I will start completing my goals tomorrow. Attack your goals today, head on. The completion of goals makes us feel so much better about ourselves and the harder you go after the things you want to do in life, the better life will be!! Take hold of the things you have been given and CHARGE toward all the things you want to achieve!
electrons searching for an orbit, a cloud, a p-shell, a bond, an ion, a heart.
CHARGE!! He yelled and we forced our way past the wooden barriers. As the walls splintered around us, knives and spears flew towards our chests. Our shields fought back and a carnage of blades and bodies ensued. Our battle cry was loud enough to topple cowardly men. We weren’t about to give up until we won.
I charge ahead into the dark. Nothing is out there. I am fighting to find something. Charge! Charge! I think of running faster and faster. I am trying to find the place that is away from pain. But I keep running into nothing. This long, long road leads nowhere, but I cannot stop. There is nowhere else to go.
In the coming weeks, Morris realised the genius behind the plan. Once the passengers and crew realised that they had to take charge of their own fate, they became more resolved, more independent, more professional. Within three weeks of the announcement that he thought would destroy morale, they were running like a well oiled machine, a well trained military unit, all focused on the same, simple mission: survival.
spelling it take charge of my life I see my trailer mistakes I’ve left behind and in Tucson defect tracking I had a man I let him take charge I figured I’m going to let this man be a man eventually he was in charge of my feelings and whether or not I smile all day.
Taking charge is a thing of people wanting to be authority. Charge was a war cry I think. I don’t like to cry. Charging I like. Recharging is what my phone likes.
The charge I felt from him was electrifying. I couldn’t control this impulse, I had to have him. What would happen to me if I could have him? I would suffer in silence, a dreadful silence. The charge he was giving off was beautiful, almost indulgent
I move forward into the crowd with a single focus in mind. To find the one I am meant to meet. I charge. It is my charge.
money, you can charge money, charge your bank card
She ran hastily and grabbed the only thing she could find- a torch. She knew it wouldn’t be of any use, but for her paranoid conscience it would do wonders. Scrambling and pushing everyone from the path, she headed to the city hall with the speed of lightning. meanwhile, the dimwitted policeman charged her with the speeding ticket. She groaned loudly, cursed with her fists in the air and promised to take revenge. But, would it be of any use?
He charged the line with his shield drawn high. He drew his sword and readied himself for an onslaught of steel. He felt the strike of his first opponent on the middle of his shield like a strike of lightning, deflected the blow, and shoved his sword through the middle of the enemy’s torso.
Chargeeeeeeeeeeee! Charge the goal? Charge ahead? Stay in charge? What am I to do with this life that has been so graciously given to me? I have this responsibility of making the most of my gifts but I have no idea where to start. (Says the teenager trying to figure out the 10 year… or lifetime plan)
He wasn’t sure what had happened. All he knew was he didn’t rob the old woman but the police were still going to charge him with the crime. One little mistake had cost him big.
the battle was over quick, but the cost was high. god, she had never seen so much blood in her life. she didn’t know a person could have that much blood, thought it impossible that so much could fill such a frail vessel. but today she had seen a man felled by his very own blade, seen all the blood in his body emptied before them in a great pool. now she knew for certain
I charged ahead and, without a second thought, ripped the remnants of my shirt off of my torso, letting it fall behind on the gravel. I had been in many situations like this, without these exact circumstances; there are no thoughts except “I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared.” Red alert, run.
It’s so easy to charge things. My mother used to have a charge card, that’s what they called it in the old days. My Dad hated it because he hated credit. Boy, how things have changed. We use so much credit, we’re drowning in it.
Today I felt recharged and refreshed. Previous days had not been so good, as I was down in the dumps and didnt feel so good. But today when I woke up, The world was different, everything has changed, and this was all because one little wish last night…..
Today was a good day. I felt like my whole body was charged, and everything was refreshed. previously I have been down in the dumps, and not excited about anything. But today was a whole new day, and my world was about to change.
“All right! Who’s in charge here?”
“Willoughby, sir!” the soldiers chorused.
“Willoughby’s been dead since Tuesday, you fools!” snarled the sergeant. “Who’s in charge now?”
“Um…that’d be you, then, I suppose.”
He always knew how to take charge. It was one of the things I have come to love about him, but there was so much more about him than is ability to take control. Killian was more than just a brute, he was a caring man who helped me find love again.
‘CHARGE’ he cried! and they did. and that Jimmy, is how they all died.
Charging my phone because the battery is dead. Having to borrow a cord from a friend as I stay at their place too late because i don’t want to go home, just to be alone. My phone is dying not because I get so many calls and texts, it’s because I check Instagram constantly for human interaction. I deleted Facebook months ago.
electricity buzzes in her eyes, white like lightning. “what are you doing?” i say faintly, but she does not – cannot – hear me. the storm around us blooms, dangerous blossoms of cloud and charge.
it’s the cost that gets me. my life, just to get rid of him. but i know it’s worth it – it has to be. because after all, he’ll ruin me if he gets the chance. So i shake Mr Pearl’s hand, and he grins with a mouth full of shark teeth.
The room was filled with tension, like lightning charging before its strike. The counsel stared in shock as this girl- no this woman stood before them in defiance. She dared speak to them despite her role among the unworthies. This daughter of demons had the audacity to stand even in the presence of these powerful men, and not a single one of them dared to rise against her.
The blow came out of darkness, but it sent multicolored stars across her vision. She didn’t even try to catch herself–she toppled, her wrist bending beneath her body. Footsteps hammered past. Then, across the room, she heard it growl and knew it was preparing to charge again.
“I led the charge that day,” Grampa always said. “It was a hot, sticky July day, and we fixed our bayonets and began to march – not run – across that field where Pickett’s gray-coated traitors were coming toward us, like a storm cloud…”
The charge forward caused such an adrenaline rush that the men thought all they wanted to do for the rest of their lives was fight. The wind in their hair, the pounding of feet- and then the bombs landed. Never could they have been more wrong than they were in that moment.
He charged straight in, not even thinking it through, because that idiot had gotten himself into trouble again.
Goddammit, he thought to himself just before he landed. You are the absolute dumbest piece of shit I’ve ever fallen in love with.
Steve grinned at him over his shield as he made his way to the blond, hacking through Doom’s newest shitty robots.
She charged to the door. she couldn’t believe that she had walked into the wrong class again. Being new really sucked. She headed around the halls aimlessly trying to find her class before giving up completely.