the magician conjured something, it was beautuful a small blue skink in a pretty purple vial, it was amazing that she could create such a thing with just the movement of her hands and a few hushed spoken words, this is the true beauty of magic, and she is proud to have inherited it. her father was the duke of edinburgh, but was also a powerful wizard
She mixed the elixir, dimmed the lights and tried with all her might to spend the next few hours making this man, her own. The magic potion was just a cocktail and the lights always dimmed this time of night because they were on a timer but the passion was her’s alone. She was using her feminine wiles to conjure up the heart throbbing passion they once shared between them. And it wasn’t like he didn’t love her, because she knew he was wild about her, it was because this was the way she kept him head over heels in love with her.
The magician was trying to teach his young ward the ways of the trade. He had conjured up many, many spells, the most significant being the reenactment of the broom scene in Fantasia–where the brooms come to life and do the bidding of the young apprentice–but to no avail.
He conjured up a scheme that would take each person down the hall and then lead them to a frightful scene in which he had left dirty socks laying all over the bedroom floor. The end of hall resulted in a group that twitched and scratched to go back to pick them up.
“Um…Miss Kor…” Barkelee looked more than a bit shaken. “Just what exactly have you conjured up?”
The four of them stood hazily out on the snow-drizzled slope, and the moon was blazing outward nearly as brightly as the sun would. Mistress Kor, the smile dripping off her lips, lifted her jacketed shoulders in a shrug.
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m not a magician.”
Conjured is like a conjurer right?
So they conjure stuff
Like the people on the street
They have so much confidence to be able to do that
I wish I had that much confidence
It seems like a bit of a cop out to blame it on society but that is what I will do
They are making us feel worthless
But did you ever stop to think that we are society
So when we are blaming society for something, you are blaming yourself
And your friends
And your parents
And your teachers
Interesting
She conjured up all these evil and devious ideas. Her beautiful eyes glittered and she smiled, her grin filled with malice and revenge. She laughed a small dark chuckle. She was evil, and her sweet china-doll appearence disguised that fact.
Magically brought forth into the world by the chosen one, the shimmering golden rod spun while hovering in mid-air just inches above his hand. Then, in a burst of light, the rod shot forth a glowing orb.
I conjured him in my mind to be only for me. I wanted a man who would do my bidding with only enough resistance to my suggestions to keep the taste of submission sweet. I wanted someone eager to please. Someone I wouldn’t have to beg for a moment of intimacy. A few moments under my command as I wish and forever mine to adore.
There was something in the air, something pungent, a smell that wafted into your nostrils slowly and then arrested your senses with divine force. It was sweet and spicy at the same time, and she knew immediately what it was.
When he conjured the flower from the pot I thought this was some sort of illusion, but when I saw him bring my dead mother from his pot in a wisp of smoke I felt tears stabbing at the back of my eyes like needles. I reached out to grasp her hand and she was gone a moment later. Just a tangle of dust.
That is, I conjured an image of an animal. This animal. Conjuring is a taxing thing to do, so the conjurer animal retired to his bedroom. Self-conjuring, being paradoxical, kept me up. Oh well.
oh my i yelled as at that moment when i wished my annoying aunt would just fly away and leave me alone she would away she lfited off. this happend the night befor. i was sitting in my room wishing my aunt and mother would stop fighting and wosh! they just lost ther voices. i dont know how i do it but its a great thing i can do.
I don’t know what this word means. This word sounds like it is a mix with something and injured. Maybe it’s one person, all alone, who’s trying to cover up the fact that they are really hurt on the inside. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows.
Conjured. Witchcraft. There is something special about Berk. The magic isn’t just any magic. There is a certain allure to the burst of red and gold as fascination stems out over the world like spilled milk.
I conjured a hat. I am a wizard and the only thing i wanted in the world was a baseball cap. My pop had once told me that in life all you need is a hat to shade you from the devils of the world; when you wear it, you can become invisible. so i conjured a hat.
Thinking hard, I chewed on the end of my pencil. I couldn’t concentrate on anything the test said; my mind was on him. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, and tried to conjure the answer from the back of my mind.
When I got to work that morning, I felt as ill as I had in days. I couldn’t even begin to think about serving my customers; I could barely keep my head up. Somehow, the day began
A young man appeared out of thin air. His dark hair shone in a streetlamp. He looked about him, and found he was in a village square, in the country. He quickly conjured a flask out of his pocket. Examining it’s label, he squints in the shallow, yellow light. He takes off briskly towards a small hut off to his left.
“Why would you try this on me? I thought we were friends,” she said. “It is an act; something you conjured up using smoke and mirrors, isn’t it? I have seen you manage people like this before.” She paused, there was no response.
He shrugged and looked to the ground. His body language read like guilt and shame, but she could only read it as part of the game, as a deception. Now she could not look at him without being critical, and it was his fault.
“Sometimes it is just the challenge,” he said finally. “I wanted to see if it would work with you. It was just practice.”
She sat down in the car went for the ignition and it sparked a memory from long ago. a time before she died the people that killed her and his face was conjured up in her mind. the deep eyes, the painful grin, and his scar the one no one could forget. but she knew him now. he should have been dead, it had been 40 year why was he here and un-aged.
I’m not sure what it was, but from the moment I swished that wand and chanted the spell, everything seemed to turn upside down, as if I conjured the last thing anyone would ever want to bash heads with in this particularly beautiful yet confusing existential platform. Was that supposed to happen? I don’t know. I feel dizzy. But I do as I’m told, and if Mistress Dinah says so, I would know better than to disobey.
witches and broomsticks and getting revenge but not just that, the sweetness of pllaning it out, of conjuring it up. maybe with loved ones and friends and in the end that makes you feel better than the actual revenge
Out of thin air you appear. Whispering so loudly it makes my head ache. The skin is withering, I can’t move, can hardly breathe. Oh so tempting to let the mind adrift, No more fighting, no more trying to yell away the growing darkness.
Just pour yourself into me, and eat away whatever is left of sanity.
Without music pouring from oversized headphones, his memories would still be just that. But when he felt the first chords of the song start to form, a blue-grey cloud conjured over what was, seconds earlier, a very good day.
I had conjured the image of just what it might be like…to be in his arms…to touch his lips with mine. Would the image come true? I believe so. Eagle had said it would be so
A conjurer of cheap tricks is what first comes to mind, the allegations of Mr. Baggins. But, as Gandalf told him, he is not one, nor does he wish to be. Conjured to the dreams of everyday men and women, of hopes, conjured up a potion for the sleepless.
She conjured up her magic potion…the potion that never failed her. The magic creature appeared in the doorway, sucking all light into her star filled wings and setting her topknot afire with a blue flame.
The spell didn’t work. I know I conjured it correctly but somehow, there he was, still dead on the floor. I couldn’t take this. Was he really dead? Am I just a fraud?
she cooked when she was upset,
cleared her mind by making soups and sauces and by feeding others.
it was a kind of therapy
almost as though she conjured her worries, chopped them up and threw them in boiling water.
one way to process i suppose
I can’t help but think that my life is crumbling down into nothing. I thought it was perfect, with my doting husband, my gorgeous mother, my angel kids. But who knew i conjured up this fantasy in my mind when the reality is so different…
the magician conjured something, it was beautuful a small blue skink in a pretty purple vial, it was amazing that she could create such a thing with just the movement of her hands and a few hushed spoken words, this is the true beauty of magic, and she is proud to have inherited it. her father was the duke of edinburgh, but was also a powerful wizard
She mixed the elixir, dimmed the lights and tried with all her might to spend the next few hours making this man, her own. The magic potion was just a cocktail and the lights always dimmed this time of night because they were on a timer but the passion was her’s alone. She was using her feminine wiles to conjure up the heart throbbing passion they once shared between them. And it wasn’t like he didn’t love her, because she knew he was wild about her, it was because this was the way she kept him head over heels in love with her.
The magician was trying to teach his young ward the ways of the trade. He had conjured up many, many spells, the most significant being the reenactment of the broom scene in Fantasia–where the brooms come to life and do the bidding of the young apprentice–but to no avail.
He conjured up a scheme that would take each person down the hall and then lead them to a frightful scene in which he had left dirty socks laying all over the bedroom floor. The end of hall resulted in a group that twitched and scratched to go back to pick them up.
“Um…Miss Kor…” Barkelee looked more than a bit shaken. “Just what exactly have you conjured up?”
The four of them stood hazily out on the snow-drizzled slope, and the moon was blazing outward nearly as brightly as the sun would. Mistress Kor, the smile dripping off her lips, lifted her jacketed shoulders in a shrug.
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m not a magician.”
are you a necromancer?
because you’ve conjured up
feelings in myself
I thought long gone.
Conjured is like a conjurer right?
So they conjure stuff
Like the people on the street
They have so much confidence to be able to do that
I wish I had that much confidence
It seems like a bit of a cop out to blame it on society but that is what I will do
They are making us feel worthless
But did you ever stop to think that we are society
So when we are blaming society for something, you are blaming yourself
And your friends
And your parents
And your teachers
Interesting
She conjured up all these evil and devious ideas. Her beautiful eyes glittered and she smiled, her grin filled with malice and revenge. She laughed a small dark chuckle. She was evil, and her sweet china-doll appearence disguised that fact.
Speaking is a slow whisper, he conjured up an image of the man she wanted in her head. It was a shame that was the only place he existed.
patronus. a spell that can drive a Dementor away. a representation of a persons happiness?? :| expecto patronum!!!!
Magically brought forth into the world by the chosen one, the shimmering golden rod spun while hovering in mid-air just inches above his hand. Then, in a burst of light, the rod shot forth a glowing orb.
Conjured
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She conjured feelings of fear every time I saw her. My stomach twisted and an unseen force strangled me.
I conjured him in my mind to be only for me. I wanted a man who would do my bidding with only enough resistance to my suggestions to keep the taste of submission sweet. I wanted someone eager to please. Someone I wouldn’t have to beg for a moment of intimacy. A few moments under my command as I wish and forever mine to adore.
There was something in the air, something pungent, a smell that wafted into your nostrils slowly and then arrested your senses with divine force. It was sweet and spicy at the same time, and she knew immediately what it was.
When he conjured the flower from the pot I thought this was some sort of illusion, but when I saw him bring my dead mother from his pot in a wisp of smoke I felt tears stabbing at the back of my eyes like needles. I reached out to grasp her hand and she was gone a moment later. Just a tangle of dust.
idk what this words means, honestly.
That is, I conjured an image of an animal. This animal. Conjuring is a taxing thing to do, so the conjurer animal retired to his bedroom. Self-conjuring, being paradoxical, kept me up. Oh well.
oh my i yelled as at that moment when i wished my annoying aunt would just fly away and leave me alone she would away she lfited off. this happend the night befor. i was sitting in my room wishing my aunt and mother would stop fighting and wosh! they just lost ther voices. i dont know how i do it but its a great thing i can do.
I don’t know what this word means. This word sounds like it is a mix with something and injured. Maybe it’s one person, all alone, who’s trying to cover up the fact that they are really hurt on the inside. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows.
Conjured. Witchcraft. There is something special about Berk. The magic isn’t just any magic. There is a certain allure to the burst of red and gold as fascination stems out over the world like spilled milk.
I conjured a hat. I am a wizard and the only thing i wanted in the world was a baseball cap. My pop had once told me that in life all you need is a hat to shade you from the devils of the world; when you wear it, you can become invisible. so i conjured a hat.
Thinking hard, I chewed on the end of my pencil. I couldn’t concentrate on anything the test said; my mind was on him. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, and tried to conjure the answer from the back of my mind.
When I got to work that morning, I felt as ill as I had in days. I couldn’t even begin to think about serving my customers; I could barely keep my head up. Somehow, the day began
A young man appeared out of thin air. His dark hair shone in a streetlamp. He looked about him, and found he was in a village square, in the country. He quickly conjured a flask out of his pocket. Examining it’s label, he squints in the shallow, yellow light. He takes off briskly towards a small hut off to his left.
“Why would you try this on me? I thought we were friends,” she said. “It is an act; something you conjured up using smoke and mirrors, isn’t it? I have seen you manage people like this before.” She paused, there was no response.
He shrugged and looked to the ground. His body language read like guilt and shame, but she could only read it as part of the game, as a deception. Now she could not look at him without being critical, and it was his fault.
“Sometimes it is just the challenge,” he said finally. “I wanted to see if it would work with you. It was just practice.”
I cant conjure up anything to write about. I just worked 10 hours. my next day off is at the end of march. my brain is blank.
She sat down in the car went for the ignition and it sparked a memory from long ago. a time before she died the people that killed her and his face was conjured up in her mind. the deep eyes, the painful grin, and his scar the one no one could forget. but she knew him now. he should have been dead, it had been 40 year why was he here and un-aged.
I’m not sure what it was, but from the moment I swished that wand and chanted the spell, everything seemed to turn upside down, as if I conjured the last thing anyone would ever want to bash heads with in this particularly beautiful yet confusing existential platform. Was that supposed to happen? I don’t know. I feel dizzy. But I do as I’m told, and if Mistress Dinah says so, I would know better than to disobey.
witches and broomsticks and getting revenge but not just that, the sweetness of pllaning it out, of conjuring it up. maybe with loved ones and friends and in the end that makes you feel better than the actual revenge
Out of thin air you appear. Whispering so loudly it makes my head ache. The skin is withering, I can’t move, can hardly breathe. Oh so tempting to let the mind adrift, No more fighting, no more trying to yell away the growing darkness.
Just pour yourself into me, and eat away whatever is left of sanity.
Without music pouring from oversized headphones, his memories would still be just that. But when he felt the first chords of the song start to form, a blue-grey cloud conjured over what was, seconds earlier, a very good day.
I had conjured the image of just what it might be like…to be in his arms…to touch his lips with mine. Would the image come true? I believe so. Eagle had said it would be so
A conjurer of cheap tricks is what first comes to mind, the allegations of Mr. Baggins. But, as Gandalf told him, he is not one, nor does he wish to be. Conjured to the dreams of everyday men and women, of hopes, conjured up a potion for the sleepless.
She conjured up her magic potion…the potion that never failed her. The magic creature appeared in the doorway, sucking all light into her star filled wings and setting her topknot afire with a blue flame.
The magician conjured his very last trick for the audition. What did he have to lose anyway?
The judges wore a cynical look, the TV audience were the same.
Here goes….
The spell didn’t work. I know I conjured it correctly but somehow, there he was, still dead on the floor. I couldn’t take this. Was he really dead? Am I just a fraud?
i don’t know what that means people!
she cooked when she was upset,
cleared her mind by making soups and sauces and by feeding others.
it was a kind of therapy
almost as though she conjured her worries, chopped them up and threw them in boiling water.
one way to process i suppose
I can’t help but think that my life is crumbling down into nothing. I thought it was perfect, with my doting husband, my gorgeous mother, my angel kids. But who knew i conjured up this fantasy in my mind when the reality is so different…