The flare shot up from their eyes and as if there souls were being taken, riding on a stream of lightning. Their limp bodies jostled from the energy as the demon tried to cross from one plane to the next.
flare is a word that reminds me of fireworks, also toddler pageants. As in a flare that has fire, or flare that is supposed to be “special” or whatever even though it’s actually quite disturbing. But I still watch it because let’s be honest that show is HILARIOUS because the girls are like….they’re the girls that used to make fun of me in elementary school so it’s kind of like a backwards revenge seeing how stupid the girls that terrified me as a 5 year old are. Yeah.
She yelled and yelled at him, after he broke her favorite doll. Her nastruls flared as she breathed heavily. Her face was red and sweaty. He was terrified by her face.
The flare shot straight into the air from the ship as a signal for help. I someone doesn’t see this flare everyone on the ship will drown. A flare is something you shoot straight into the sky.
Flares are very pretty in the night. Sparks shooting out and a burst of color telling you what you want to know. So enchanting that you don’t know what to do next.
a night with yelow stars appeard befor us. we were lonly that night. it was cold and we were holdiong hands, and felt our skin tremble. i hoped to ease her mind, to make her feel like i was a good man for her
I looked at the flare of the candles. I loved the light they spread, so soft and warm. It didn’t take me long to become completely hypnotised by the little flame, dancing away from me every time I let my breath slip between my lips. I partly closed my eyes and let the flare enchant me.
a firework flares. A temper flares . A sudden hot spark leaps into the air. Flaring with anger can be negative, thoughtless, like the spark that sets off a house fire.
Flares can also be jeans, popular in the 1970s, flaring out from mid-calf. They looked pretty cool then. They look a bit bizarre these days, although just about anything goes in the 21st century.
My nostrils flared up as she told me the news. “You WHAT?”
“I–I’m sorry…” She stammered. “I just…I didn’t know they were yours…”
“Well, that’s great.” I sighed, leaning my weight down over the sofa. “I guess we just won’t have any tickets to go to the concert this weekend…”
I need to send out a flare. I wish I had one. I need help. I need to send a flare to myself. I don’t want anyone to help me because, dammit, I need to learn how to do this on my own.
the fire flared up in the mountains when the wind whipped through
the drying underbrush was an instant firebox desolating the land and scattering frantic animals from ground and sky
It rose lazily into the sky, streaking its fiery tail out and exploding in a dazzling burst. It called out to the world that attention was needed; help, maybe. Maybe simple attention. Maybe children, playing with things that they shouldn’t. There was no way of knowing for certain. All that could be known was the brightness of the message.
He is like fire, and she knew this. He was everything she shouldn’t be interested in, but she was so curious. He looked so warm, and heat radiated off of him. She could never get too close, for fear of melting. Melting would mean her death, but sometimes she though she could sacrifice her own life, just to be with him for a few seconds.
If there was no one with flare, what would be the point of waking up? Boring people, in their drab, dark clothes everyday-totally turns me off. I’d have no reason to watch through your windows every night. Stay classy, you stylish lady, you.
It was so bright. The colors shifted and rose up to the sky, illuminating everything below it. Stars fell about, leaving shiny streaks. The explosion was deafening, and nothing remained but the dim shadow of what it once was.
The flare rose into the air, shooting out of my hand like none other. It seared my hand from the friction but at this point I didn’t care. It was now or never, it was all or nothing. If no one saw this, we were done for. Lost. Kaput. But if that boat caught a glimpse of it, we might have a chance. And that’s all you need in life, just one chance. One chance to make a difference. One chance to change the course of your life forever; and this was mine.
She had a flare of her own though so,e called it a peculiarity instead. But I found it appealing. She had a quirky little walk and held her head high as if
With a flare of anger she turned to face the beast. Sword in hand, she held her ground. The beast snarled, inhaled and blew out a fiery breath. Nettle swung her sword sideways in front of her body; the flames hit the silver metal and deflected back at the dragon. With a wild look in its eyes, it spread it wings and began to circle her.
interesting, fire, flames, pretty, i don’t know wat this word means so i have to guess. I hate not knowing, fire bursting up in the sky,
Fire shot from the top of my flare. I threw it in the water. It sputtered out, and with a flash, it was gone.
Flare gun. light. signal. Help us.
A thing you can shoot up which lights up for a short period of time sometimes to show your in distress. It can also be a source of light.
something that lights up, usually looks like a stick of dynamite. helps when your stranded somewhere, or in a cave and you need light.
A thing you can shoot up which lights up
fire, burning, fallen building, burnt person, save me, fire works, boom, bright light.
A fast flash of fire. Flare guns.
The flare shot up from their eyes and as if there souls were being taken, riding on a stream of lightning. Their limp bodies jostled from the energy as the demon tried to cross from one plane to the next.
Flare. A little flame flickering in the wind. Mystery. That’s what it looks like. I like to feel of the flame. It’s beautiful.
flare is a word that reminds me of fireworks, also toddler pageants. As in a flare that has fire, or flare that is supposed to be “special” or whatever even though it’s actually quite disturbing. But I still watch it because let’s be honest that show is HILARIOUS because the girls are like….they’re the girls that used to make fun of me in elementary school so it’s kind of like a backwards revenge seeing how stupid the girls that terrified me as a 5 year old are. Yeah.
A flare kind of sounds like it has to do with fire. Im not sure what it is so Im just winging it.
As the rocket plunged into the heart of the sun, I felt the flare of the golden star match the beat of my dying heart.
A flare is something that gloss in the darkness.
A flare is a signal to let people know where you are. I
t can also be a bike trick.
She yelled and yelled at him, after he broke her favorite doll. Her nastruls flared as she breathed heavily. Her face was red and sweaty. He was terrified by her face.
The flare shot straight into the air from the ship as a signal for help. I someone doesn’t see this flare everyone on the ship will drown. A flare is something you shoot straight into the sky.
A flare is something you use to blow something up, i think. I don’t really know what dangerous things are used for. They use them in a lot of movies.
you use flares if your in trouble it helps people find u.
Flares are very pretty in the night. Sparks shooting out and a burst of color telling you what you want to know. So enchanting that you don’t know what to do next.
a night with yelow stars appeard befor us. we were lonly that night. it was cold and we were holdiong hands, and felt our skin tremble. i hoped to ease her mind, to make her feel like i was a good man for her
smells, rose, perfume, love, tenderness, care, smiles, touch, devotion, emotions, sens, precious,
There is a flare in my new sweater
I bought it for you, but kept it for me
You left before I could give it to you
The fabric doesn’t like to admit its faulty strength
To hold together two arm lengths of wool is a big job
I suppose its buttons are tired as well
I hate the flare in your sweater
You only wear it because I gave it to you
Because you loved me that much
A light over a dark ocean. A call for help. A desperate spark.
I looked at the flare of the candles. I loved the light they spread, so soft and warm. It didn’t take me long to become completely hypnotised by the little flame, dancing away from me every time I let my breath slip between my lips. I partly closed my eyes and let the flare enchant me.
a firework flares. A temper flares . A sudden hot spark leaps into the air. Flaring with anger can be negative, thoughtless, like the spark that sets off a house fire.
Flares can also be jeans, popular in the 1970s, flaring out from mid-calf. They looked pretty cool then. They look a bit bizarre these days, although just about anything goes in the 21st century.
Her nostrils flared. Her eyes widened in rage and she began to breathe more rapidly. She could feel her chest pound harder by the second.
My nostrils flared up as she told me the news. “You WHAT?”
“I–I’m sorry…” She stammered. “I just…I didn’t know they were yours…”
“Well, that’s great.” I sighed, leaning my weight down over the sofa. “I guess we just won’t have any tickets to go to the concert this weekend…”
I need to send out a flare. I wish I had one. I need help. I need to send a flare to myself. I don’t want anyone to help me because, dammit, I need to learn how to do this on my own.
the fire flared up in the mountains when the wind whipped through
the drying underbrush was an instant firebox desolating the land and scattering frantic animals from ground and sky
It rose lazily into the sky, streaking its fiery tail out and exploding in a dazzling burst. It called out to the world that attention was needed; help, maybe. Maybe simple attention. Maybe children, playing with things that they shouldn’t. There was no way of knowing for certain. All that could be known was the brightness of the message.
He is like fire, and she knew this. He was everything she shouldn’t be interested in, but she was so curious. He looked so warm, and heat radiated off of him. She could never get too close, for fear of melting. Melting would mean her death, but sometimes she though she could sacrifice her own life, just to be with him for a few seconds.
If there was no one with flare, what would be the point of waking up? Boring people, in their drab, dark clothes everyday-totally turns me off. I’d have no reason to watch through your windows every night. Stay classy, you stylish lady, you.
It was so bright. The colors shifted and rose up to the sky, illuminating everything below it. Stars fell about, leaving shiny streaks. The explosion was deafening, and nothing remained but the dim shadow of what it once was.
I think these are outdated.
Try it anyway. I think they’re flying away.
I am! I am! The cap came off but I can’t pull the string, my fingers are too cold.
The flare rose into the air, shooting out of my hand like none other. It seared my hand from the friction but at this point I didn’t care. It was now or never, it was all or nothing. If no one saw this, we were done for. Lost. Kaput. But if that boat caught a glimpse of it, we might have a chance. And that’s all you need in life, just one chance. One chance to make a difference. One chance to change the course of your life forever; and this was mine.
The spark and rise of flame
is the one hot truth
in all cold February.
Men blowing steam:
warm bodies, chill air.
She had a flare of her own though so,e called it a peculiarity instead. But I found it appealing. She had a quirky little walk and held her head high as if
With a flare of anger she turned to face the beast. Sword in hand, she held her ground. The beast snarled, inhaled and blew out a fiery breath. Nettle swung her sword sideways in front of her body; the flames hit the silver metal and deflected back at the dragon. With a wild look in its eyes, it spread it wings and began to circle her.
“Courage girl,” Nettle whispered to herself.
our revolution was a flare of all the beautiful things things we thought were privilges when infact they were simply our right