It bubbled in the pot, steaming and boiling as I stirred it together. I felt like a wizard mixing some sort of elixir of life or potion, but in truth, it was just my very first pot of homemade tomato sauce, and it was divine.
Bubbling and brewing, something is stewing. An elixir of love or of hate undenied? An old wicked hag is doubled over her pot cackling with glee. What does she have in mind for the one undefined, who’ll drink this dread potion and die?
drinking an elixir can be bad. It might be magic it might be poison. It could turn you into a frog even. Who knows? Have you ever wanted to be a frog? An elixir might be your best bet then. I wouldn’t trust it though. Could be a love potion. Or a truth serum. Do you want to fall in love or tell the truth?
The elixer of life. There it was on the table before me, and here I was, wondering whether or not to drink it. If I don’t, I miss an opportunity to live forever. If I do, there’s no going back, no dying, ever. It seems desirable, not wanting to die, and yet I’m hesitating.
just one drop and maybe everything will get better.
if only we lived in a magical world where there was some potion for every single problem….i mean broken heart? no problem dear take a sip and it’s all better…
but could we ever learn or move on without pain?
Your kiss is my elixir, reviving me in my darkest hours. I drink life from your lips and am young again, desired again. The Fountain of Youth waits in your strong, reassuring arms.
Ahmmmhmmmmm Ah-ah!! You have come for thee elixir, yes! I can seeeeeee it, yes seeee it in your eyes, ahhh! Ahmmmhmmmmm, yes, yes, come let’s see here. Yes! Ahh, here it is! You…. want thisssss, yes? Ahmmmmhmmmm! You shall have it, have thee elixir!
of life, otherwise known as whiskey, is a wonderful way to revitalize your body and mind. It makes your face go numb but you feel warm and happy and not tipsy or drunk like most other hard liquor does.
I created an elixir to steal my fear
and keep me from knowing what I truly seek.
And I felt happy for a moment,
But my happiness evaporated into the air like the steam brewing from my cauldron.
The pot in my stomach was no longer bubbling.
I had no ambition.
Without my fear, I was nothing.
Without my fear, I was no longer human.
I want to be. Regardless of how it may feel. Feeling something is better than feeling nothing at all.
I stripe of red
lined across your face
reveals the treadmarks
that ran you over.
You bloodied skull is nothing
but paper,
bones strewed every which way,
stuck to the pavement
like dough to a counter.
Gasping for one more drink,
the elixir,
falling into the bubbly liquid,
breathing out,
letting go…
drink to the last drop. it’s good for you and tastes good too. it may be magic, it may be science but it always works. I wish I had one right now. Could use it to stimulate my brain for this writing prompt. Maybe they make one that I could click on online and it would spread through my fingers.
It was magic, plain and simple. An elixir kept not in a bottle but in a stare, a touch, a whisper, a sweet little nothing at the beginning of the day. And he had no idea of the deadly poison he used against me, because I didn’t even register on his radar. A best friend to come to with problems, not fit for love, not fit for what he so desperately needed someone for.
It was skin and bones and dirt and fur, dead things, over things, things from that day in summer when the birds escaped and couldn´t make it on their own. Beautifl and fatal and an elexir for nothing.
I remember last summer when I was skyping with a few friends of mine, we got into the discussion of Groudhog Day. Which there is an actual official website for. http://www.groundhog.org/groundhog-day/about-groundhog-day.html
Hours of pure entertainment..
He held the elixir up to the light and examined its color.
“Hmm…,” he mumbled. “It looks like it needs a little more toad’s blood.” He swirled in the new ingredient and decided to give it one last stir before giving it to his client.
I grandmother used quite a bit of ingredients to create an elixir for my cough. She would say collard greens broth could cure everything. This elixir would be given whenever the season change and I would absolutely dread the taste. I know she was doing her best to take care of me, but the taste was aweful
He mixed the elixer with a tender twist of the wrist, thoughts of her over his head as a mist. To make her love him, to make her his, all he needed was a drop of this. The potion he made her, to make her make it with him, all he needed was a drop.
As my comrade died in my arms, the plutonium seeping through every pore in is listless body, I realized what lay in my knapsack. The elixir I had stolen from the grouchy wizard. Hooray! He’ll live.
Ah, the magical elixir that makes my nightmares not exist, even as it erases my life, day after day.
Pour it down, feel the burn, and oblivion comes, hopefully forevermore, ever hoping, but it never works.
Waking to shame and nightmares that get worse and worse each moment, like one would never believe could really happen in the world…. ever.
Bruises and battlescars and leftovers of unremembered issues…. the elixir of death during life. Elixir of death bringing the worst of life. Period.
Enthusiasm is the elixir of life. Without it we merely drift through our day, looking for a better tomorrow. So throw yourself into what ever it is you are doing and make the most of the moment. Now is all we have, live in the moment.
I sit beneath the oak, the grass tickling my feet and your breath tickling my neck. The pond water is like an elixir as my fingertips graze the surface of the glassy pool. Your fingertips graze my chin. I look up into your sunshine eyes and I am young again
Rebekkah popped the top of the vial and discreetly poured it into her companion’s drink. She just needed to make him agreeable to what was coming later.
When i see this word i think of a movie on sci fi of some weird animal from another planet.. or a type of drug or liquid medicine that makes you feeel good or like a pain kliller.. or a type of name like greek or itailian. Or maybe an alcoholic drinik from a different country.
When i see this word i think of a movie on sci fi of some weird animal from another planet.. or a type of drug that makes you feeel good or like a pain kliller.. or a type of name like greek or itailian.
i have no idea wat thiz word means. i dont care to learn bout it neathier. i wish i didnt have to waste my time to do thiz. i really wanna go home and chill wit my friends.
It bubbled in the pot, steaming and boiling as I stirred it together. I felt like a wizard mixing some sort of elixir of life or potion, but in truth, it was just my very first pot of homemade tomato sauce, and it was divine.
Bubbling and brewing, something is stewing. An elixir of love or of hate undenied? An old wicked hag is doubled over her pot cackling with glee. What does she have in mind for the one undefined, who’ll drink this dread potion and die?
Polyjuice potion tastes like butt. SNAPE’S butt.
Love is what will keep me here when I’m gone.
drinking an elixir can be bad. It might be magic it might be poison. It could turn you into a frog even. Who knows? Have you ever wanted to be a frog? An elixir might be your best bet then. I wouldn’t trust it though. Could be a love potion. Or a truth serum. Do you want to fall in love or tell the truth?
The elixer of life. There it was on the table before me, and here I was, wondering whether or not to drink it. If I don’t, I miss an opportunity to live forever. If I do, there’s no going back, no dying, ever. It seems desirable, not wanting to die, and yet I’m hesitating.
The bar maid sent me a brew, I spat it out shouting what find of elixir did you poison me with this time.
The elixir of life is happiness. Everyone should enjoy this elixir.
just one drop and maybe everything will get better.
if only we lived in a magical world where there was some potion for every single problem….i mean broken heart? no problem dear take a sip and it’s all better…
but could we ever learn or move on without pain?
Your kiss is my elixir, reviving me in my darkest hours. I drink life from your lips and am young again, desired again. The Fountain of Youth waits in your strong, reassuring arms.
Ahmmmhmmmmm Ah-ah!! You have come for thee elixir, yes! I can seeeeeee it, yes seeee it in your eyes, ahhh! Ahmmmhmmmmm, yes, yes, come let’s see here. Yes! Ahh, here it is! You…. want thisssss, yes? Ahmmmmhmmmm! You shall have it, have thee elixir!
But first… a kisssssss……..
of life, otherwise known as whiskey, is a wonderful way to revitalize your body and mind. It makes your face go numb but you feel warm and happy and not tipsy or drunk like most other hard liquor does.
One word was all i could say. “go” i didnt want to see you i didnt want to hear it. Just “go” i couldnt look in to your eyes any more
I created an elixir to steal my fear
and keep me from knowing what I truly seek.
And I felt happy for a moment,
But my happiness evaporated into the air like the steam brewing from my cauldron.
The pot in my stomach was no longer bubbling.
I had no ambition.
Without my fear, I was nothing.
Without my fear, I was no longer human.
I want to be. Regardless of how it may feel. Feeling something is better than feeling nothing at all.
I stripe of red
lined across your face
reveals the treadmarks
that ran you over.
You bloodied skull is nothing
but paper,
bones strewed every which way,
stuck to the pavement
like dough to a counter.
Gasping for one more drink,
the elixir,
falling into the bubbly liquid,
breathing out,
letting go…
Oh bourbon, how thee are the elixir of the gods. Warming, blissful loss of inhibition. Golden amber apologies.
drink to the last drop. it’s good for you and tastes good too. it may be magic, it may be science but it always works. I wish I had one right now. Could use it to stimulate my brain for this writing prompt. Maybe they make one that I could click on online and it would spread through my fingers.
It was magic, plain and simple. An elixir kept not in a bottle but in a stare, a touch, a whisper, a sweet little nothing at the beginning of the day. And he had no idea of the deadly poison he used against me, because I didn’t even register on his radar. A best friend to come to with problems, not fit for love, not fit for what he so desperately needed someone for.
when I hear the word elixir i think of a big caldron with a bubbly, muddy, liquid inside.
Doesn’t elixir remind you of a swirl of colours? :)
elixir make problems go away.
elixir makes stuff better.
Elixir of life, she thought as she pondered the bottle. What could be the significance of that? Why here? Why her to be more specific….
Doubts claimed her mind. Sweat seemed to come from every pore.
Sigh.
Silence.
Clink.
Gulp.
Gone.
Elixir makes my nightmares go away.
To tell you the truth i have no clue what elixir means.
And i don’t know what to write about elixir.
It was skin and bones and dirt and fur, dead things, over things, things from that day in summer when the birds escaped and couldn´t make it on their own. Beautifl and fatal and an elexir for nothing.
I remember last summer when I was skyping with a few friends of mine, we got into the discussion of Groudhog Day. Which there is an actual official website for.
http://www.groundhog.org/groundhog-day/about-groundhog-day.html
Hours of pure entertainment..
When I am asleep elixer makes my nightmares not exist.
When I read under a juniper I am elixir.
meds pian killers drugs medicaldrugs
He held the elixir up to the light and examined its color.
“Hmm…,” he mumbled. “It looks like it needs a little more toad’s blood.” He swirled in the new ingredient and decided to give it one last stir before giving it to his client.
Take a sip of elixir
To wish you could fix her
If only happiness was buyable in a mixer.
I’d buy it and shake it
Dono if I’ll make it,
Because without her truth and strength behind me, I’ll have to fake it.
He hesitantly brought the vile to his lips. the first drop sent a twinge withing his fleshy insides and he new the transformation was beginning.
elixir
I grandmother used quite a bit of ingredients to create an elixir for my cough. She would say collard greens broth could cure everything. This elixir would be given whenever the season change and I would absolutely dread the taste. I know she was doing her best to take care of me, but the taste was aweful
He mixed the elixer with a tender twist of the wrist, thoughts of her over his head as a mist. To make her love him, to make her his, all he needed was a drop of this. The potion he made her, to make her make it with him, all he needed was a drop.
As my comrade died in my arms, the plutonium seeping through every pore in is listless body, I realized what lay in my knapsack. The elixir I had stolen from the grouchy wizard. Hooray! He’ll live.
Ah, the magical elixir that makes my nightmares not exist, even as it erases my life, day after day.
Pour it down, feel the burn, and oblivion comes, hopefully forevermore, ever hoping, but it never works.
Waking to shame and nightmares that get worse and worse each moment, like one would never believe could really happen in the world…. ever.
Bruises and battlescars and leftovers of unremembered issues…. the elixir of death during life. Elixir of death bringing the worst of life. Period.
Enthusiasm is the elixir of life. Without it we merely drift through our day, looking for a better tomorrow. So throw yourself into what ever it is you are doing and make the most of the moment. Now is all we have, live in the moment.
I sit beneath the oak, the grass tickling my feet and your breath tickling my neck. The pond water is like an elixir as my fingertips graze the surface of the glassy pool. Your fingertips graze my chin. I look up into your sunshine eyes and I am young again
Rebekkah popped the top of the vial and discreetly poured it into her companion’s drink. She just needed to make him agreeable to what was coming later.
When i see this word i think of a movie on sci fi of some weird animal from another planet.. or a type of drug or liquid medicine that makes you feeel good or like a pain kliller.. or a type of name like greek or itailian. Or maybe an alcoholic drinik from a different country.
When i see this word i think of a movie on sci fi of some weird animal from another planet.. or a type of drug that makes you feeel good or like a pain kliller.. or a type of name like greek or itailian.
i have no idea wat thiz word means. i dont care to learn bout it neathier. i wish i didnt have to waste my time to do thiz. i really wanna go home and chill wit my friends.