The flashlight in the corner didn’t work, and hadn’t for years. Didn’t stop me from picking it up and fiddling with it, messing with the batteries like a few shakes and a couple of tricks half-remembered from when battery preservation on the school bus was paramound would revive the yellow tube to glowing life again. As my attempts were unscucessful, the basement remained shrouded in darkness.
the flashlight brings light to those of many in homes with no electricity and is useful when camping because then you can see and not fall over tree roots like i did at camp a couple years back. I also like playing with them and pretending to be an explorer when I’m being childish and exploring caves in my bedcovers. Oh no, time’s up.
spongebob flashlights… children love them. but my son took the little slide of spongebob and put it down the heat hole at grandma nutsy’s house. the next time we went there, he cried because it was gone. one time, my dog, dutch ran away… i had to go find him because i love him. <3 anyway, i had only one flashlight, and it was SOOOO small. so i went to the cemetary, and i looked for him. the flashlight barely lit anything up, and it was creepy. that cemetary is so old…
Bah!!!! seriously, stop saying flashlight, you’re stinging my eyes, you’re wasting energy. You’re like a child, just sit down and shut the hell up. They don’t have flashlights where you’re going.
wait, so is flashlight the only word on one word? Like i can’t do it again? I thought this would light the way to creative inspiration but instead, like a light with no batteries, I’m left disappointed and in the dark.
illuminates the darkness, dramatic lighting, contrast. I slowly panned across the depths of the cupboard in search the one thing that would bring me true happiness. Like a diamond shining in a heap of coal it struck me, the peanut butter. the light reflected of the plastic bottle like an aura of glorious salvation.
the lights went out. sleeping in the hallway i didn’t notice until someone had waved a bright light past my face. there were tons of people more than i realized were living or staying here. i stood up and followed them out of the building. and before you know it. i heard shots. gun shots. people crying, screaming. BANG! “sunnuva-” i’d been shot. taken out by nothing i could see. unruly.
we call it a torch here in england. damnit, america, you’re making this tough on me. why are you always runnin out of batteries? why can i never find the right size batteries when you run out? WHY?!
lept into the flashlight fog to find the lover the snow the rainy bottom of every eye and the windy armpit of excitement for one moment the first though then the second thought, ordered beauty
i had a flashlight once when i was small it needed batteries but i didnt have them so i cried and my grandpa saw that and he went to the store to buy some and bring them to me so i could play with my new flashligh. I love my grandpa and my other grandpa … they were amazing.
she held the flashlight under her chin, shining it upwards. ghost stories were her favorite during camp outs because she had a reason to hold his hands, but this time, this time he was no longer there to hold his hand. he was no longer part of her life. and having him their had been painful because he always had let her down, but not having him there, that was more painful.
You shined your light on me when I was opaque, harmless. You spilled it over everything I do, and left your stains on my life. You’ve known me in the dark, now I want to show you who I am in the light.
shine a flashlight on my heart. see if there is any blood left in it. shine a flashlight on my life. see if there is any desire. shine a flashlight on my soul because there truly is no light there today.
shine a flashlight on my heart. see if there is any blood left in it. shine a flashlight on my life. see if there is any desire. shine a flashlight on my soul because there truly is no light there today.
Stop. Don’t think. You are controlled by a slight motion of a finger. You do not will yourself to do anything, for you are controlled by a mere switch.
Turn your brights off. Turn the lights off.
You want to do these things, but you cannot. And at your misfortune, you help others gain what you simply cannot obtain.
Three flashlights in the drawer and not a single one with batteries! Where was the crank light? Her hands searched the back of the drawer. Nothing. The rattling was starting up again but this time on the window nearest…
the torch shone brightly through the smokey mist. It was a dark, hellish night full of the stuff of dreams. Jon thought that he could see something up ahead in the light of his flashlight, be it could only be a reflection in the murky lake water ahead.
flashlight is an important equipment while camping. its beam is narrow and goes long range ..
it comes in different colors .. famous ones being red, blue, green, white, yellow.
Fuck you, flashlight. I hate everything you stand for. I wish you were dead. Why is it that every time I need you, you are either not around or have no batteries. And, then when I take the time to give you what you need, you do nothing for me. Just go jump off a bridge, flashlight. And sick to the bottom of the pit!
a solar powered flashlight is the goofiest thing around, talk about an oxymoron. you crank it and it uses saved up power from when its in the sun. weird right ?
ALLOWING YOU TO SEE.A HANDY LIGHT TO FLASH IN THE DARKNESS. A BEAM OF LIGHT. LIGHTENING IN THE SKY. A TOOL CREATED BY MAN TO ENHANCE DAYLIGHT. I HAVE ONE.
I crushed the flashlight to my chest, holding onto it as if it was my only means of survival. Alone, in the dark, I could hear my heart pounding a mile a minute.
we have this little flashlight that you shake… it doesn’t take batteries. I guess it’s for emergencies. My son dismantles that thing all of the time. The last time he took it apart, I couldn’t get it to work again. Guess it’s a good for nothing shakable flashlight now.
flashes lighting all the fear in the spears drifting across the star spaces racing the chasing spectacles reticulating metarappeingiadbvldsnavkm;dsavn chan
He fumbled in his backpack for the flashlight, the tiny Maglite. He needed a flashlight to find the flashlight under all the urban survival gear he thought he needed for a day trip into the city–cell phone, cell phone charger, ipod, ipod charger, extra laptop battery, laptop plugin, snacks, coins, pens, notecards, and aspirin.
the flashlight blinded me. i didn’t know how long i’d been lying here and i didn’t care. i soundlessly cursed whoever had found me , while hauling myself to my feet. i looked into the eyes of my ” rescuer”. they were all too familiar
The flashlight in the corner didn’t work, and hadn’t for years. Didn’t stop me from picking it up and fiddling with it, messing with the batteries like a few shakes and a couple of tricks half-remembered from when battery preservation on the school bus was paramound would revive the yellow tube to glowing life again. As my attempts were unscucessful, the basement remained shrouded in darkness.
Silly mike….
It’s one word a day, mate! Come back tomorrow
Another outage in the store. Managing folks isn’t always the easiest task. Add in the paranoia of mystery disappearance and it’s an utter mess
the flashlight brings light to those of many in homes with no electricity and is useful when camping because then you can see and not fall over tree roots like i did at camp a couple years back. I also like playing with them and pretending to be an explorer when I’m being childish and exploring caves in my bedcovers. Oh no, time’s up.
spongebob flashlights… children love them. but my son took the little slide of spongebob and put it down the heat hole at grandma nutsy’s house. the next time we went there, he cried because it was gone. one time, my dog, dutch ran away… i had to go find him because i love him. <3 anyway, i had only one flashlight, and it was SOOOO small. so i went to the cemetary, and i looked for him. the flashlight barely lit anything up, and it was creepy. that cemetary is so old…
Bah!!!! seriously, stop saying flashlight, you’re stinging my eyes, you’re wasting energy. You’re like a child, just sit down and shut the hell up. They don’t have flashlights where you’re going.
it lights up our way. it is battery powered. it’s predeccesor was the candle. then all forms of lamps. the flashlight is safer than all those.
wait, so is flashlight the only word on one word? Like i can’t do it again? I thought this would light the way to creative inspiration but instead, like a light with no batteries, I’m left disappointed and in the dark.
illuminates the darkness, dramatic lighting, contrast. I slowly panned across the depths of the cupboard in search the one thing that would bring me true happiness. Like a diamond shining in a heap of coal it struck me, the peanut butter. the light reflected of the plastic bottle like an aura of glorious salvation.
the lights went out. sleeping in the hallway i didn’t notice until someone had waved a bright light past my face. there were tons of people more than i realized were living or staying here. i stood up and followed them out of the building. and before you know it. i heard shots. gun shots. people crying, screaming. BANG! “sunnuva-” i’d been shot. taken out by nothing i could see. unruly.
we call it a torch here in england. damnit, america, you’re making this tough on me. why are you always runnin out of batteries? why can i never find the right size batteries when you run out? WHY?!
lept into the flashlight fog to find the lover the snow the rainy bottom of every eye and the windy armpit of excitement for one moment the first though then the second thought, ordered beauty
i had a flashlight once when i was small it needed batteries but i didnt have them so i cried and my grandpa saw that and he went to the store to buy some and bring them to me so i could play with my new flashligh. I love my grandpa and my other grandpa … they were amazing.
she held the flashlight under her chin, shining it upwards. ghost stories were her favorite during camp outs because she had a reason to hold his hands, but this time, this time he was no longer there to hold his hand. he was no longer part of her life. and having him their had been painful because he always had let her down, but not having him there, that was more painful.
You shined your light on me when I was opaque, harmless. You spilled it over everything I do, and left your stains on my life. You’ve known me in the dark, now I want to show you who I am in the light.
He tripped over the tree-root and his flashlight flew from his hands, leaving him in utter darkness.
I love walking through the woods in the dark with no light but that from a flashlight. It’s mysterious and just on the verge of terrifing
i saw you like that . you were behind my car. wearing a nice red hat. at first i smile. but then i saw you were carrying a head of a dead cat
shine a flashlight on my heart. see if there is any blood left in it. shine a flashlight on my life. see if there is any desire. shine a flashlight on my soul because there truly is no light there today.
shine a flashlight on my heart. see if there is any blood left in it. shine a flashlight on my life. see if there is any desire. shine a flashlight on my soul because there truly is no light there today.
Stop. Don’t think. You are controlled by a slight motion of a finger. You do not will yourself to do anything, for you are controlled by a mere switch.
Turn your brights off. Turn the lights off.
You want to do these things, but you cannot. And at your misfortune, you help others gain what you simply cannot obtain.
makes me think of scary games and how a flashlight can create tension only by having else everything dark. the only thing that can save you.
Three flashlights in the drawer and not a single one with batteries! Where was the crank light? Her hands searched the back of the drawer. Nothing. The rattling was starting up again but this time on the window nearest…
attitude
the torch shone brightly through the smokey mist. It was a dark, hellish night full of the stuff of dreams. Jon thought that he could see something up ahead in the light of his flashlight, be it could only be a reflection in the murky lake water ahead.
Shines in my eyes. Officer? No it wasn’t me, it must the other homicidal maniac. Sorry, you want what? Oh, ehhh. It’s 22:11. Have a nice evening.
Flashlights are very important things to own. However, you can never find them when you actually need them. The self-winding ones are great.
flashlight is an important equipment while camping. its beam is narrow and goes long range ..
it comes in different colors .. famous ones being red, blue, green, white, yellow.
Fuck you, flashlight. I hate everything you stand for. I wish you were dead. Why is it that every time I need you, you are either not around or have no batteries. And, then when I take the time to give you what you need, you do nothing for me. Just go jump off a bridge, flashlight. And sick to the bottom of the pit!
a solar powered flashlight is the goofiest thing around, talk about an oxymoron. you crank it and it uses saved up power from when its in the sun. weird right ?
beam of intangible gold hovering between us, connecting us in the silent dark. have you ever thought about what it would be like if light had mass?
ALLOWING YOU TO SEE.A HANDY LIGHT TO FLASH IN THE DARKNESS. A BEAM OF LIGHT. LIGHTENING IN THE SKY. A TOOL CREATED BY MAN TO ENHANCE DAYLIGHT. I HAVE ONE.
I crushed the flashlight to my chest, holding onto it as if it was my only means of survival. Alone, in the dark, I could hear my heart pounding a mile a minute.
we have this little flashlight that you shake… it doesn’t take batteries. I guess it’s for emergencies. My son dismantles that thing all of the time. The last time he took it apart, I couldn’t get it to work again. Guess it’s a good for nothing shakable flashlight now.
flashes lighting all the fear in the spears drifting across the star spaces racing the chasing spectacles reticulating metarappeingiadbvldsnavkm;dsavn chan
He fumbled in his backpack for the flashlight, the tiny Maglite. He needed a flashlight to find the flashlight under all the urban survival gear he thought he needed for a day trip into the city–cell phone, cell phone charger, ipod, ipod charger, extra laptop battery, laptop plugin, snacks, coins, pens, notecards, and aspirin.
the flashlight blinded me. i didn’t know how long i’d been lying here and i didn’t care. i soundlessly cursed whoever had found me , while hauling myself to my feet. i looked into the eyes of my ” rescuer”. they were all too familiar
light in a bundle, over the floor, over the wall, over your body to your face. Brown eyes twinkle. It is time.
God comes out in my flashlight, with all the little dusts and the soupy clouds. (I opened my mouth wide)
Oh non! La panne de courant!!
Je ne trouve pa la lamp de posch!!!!
Is the only thing I can say in french. It means “Oh no, blackout. I can’t find the flashlight”
A very useful sentance.