I stepped out of the shower, feeling clean and refreshed. It was a sunny day, for once, as it had been raining all week. The warmth of the sun rays infiltrating the room through the window made me feel a sense of calm. I felt good today. I decided I’d actually try to look nice, instead of the usual nonchalance I had about my appearance. “Today will be great” I whispered to myself.
“Don’t you be so fresh!”, she scolded me with a slap on my bum. Hard. It kind of hurt so I wasn’t thrilled to sit in the corner. But I did as I was told and thought about what I’d said. Thing is, though, I’d only told the truth. And sometimes she punishes me for not telling the truth. Maybe I’ll just stop talking entirely.
freshness is astate of being on top of your game, proper, being ata high standard. fresh people simply inspire others, i bvelieve freshness is what we should strive for. but fresh comes at a price, are we all prepared to pay it.
apples are fresh,ice is fresh ,that boy is fresh ,mint is fresh ,blue is fresh,tea is fresh,ice cream is fresh i love fresh colors i love fresh food fresh is a weird word coming to think about it
Fresh out of the dryer. How did he know? He’d been doing all the things on The List, the only thing left was putting a stickynote in my book asking to marry me. Had he hacked my computer? That’s possible. Instead of worrying about my possibly hacker boyfriend, I think about how nice it will be to get wrapped in those warm towels after my shower.
Mom’s bag swung side to side next to her leg as she walked merrily down the sidewalk, whistling as she went. It was a beautiful day in the town, made even better by the fact that it was market day, everyone’s favorite time of the week. The entire central square was bursting with people, to the point where i expected to look at the buildings and streets and find cracks in them. All kinds of people of all genders, colors, sizes, shapes, poor and rich, young and old. Every person different, yet every one of them here for the same reason, driven by the same primal urge. Food. At good prices.
I left my headphones on my desk, it emitted ominous beats just auditory to pick up. It was the evening, there was a cold wind coming in from the open window so I went to grab a sweater respecting my room-mate’s need for some fresh air. Sweater was quite worn, from two falls ago, but such was the history of most of my clothes, outdated and out of style…stupid trends. I dislike all reoccurring things like deja vu, like habits, like addictions, like routines, like rituals, the use of the word like and other cliché titles and gimmicks but that reminds me there’s a steak in my fridge!
Blue summer skies. Wisps of clouds. Strong blades of grass, so sharp they can cut you with the merest touch. The smell of air. A slight wind.
He dug his bare toes in the grass and pushed them against the earth. His hands fisted his jacket.
The cool, turquoise – smelling air whispered and chuckled through the green leaves. Alice stepped out onto the porch, her bare feet on the cold wood. She breathed in the breeze and it tickled her lungs and nose with its chilling fingers. She pushed off the ground with her toes and was gently lifted into the air. Her hair fluttered around her ears and she closed her eyes.
fresh prince of bel air. I guess I’m a 90’s kid. Funny that bad sitcoms from over a decade ago still come to my mind. Not willing to dwell upon things of the present. Like fresh air outside or problems that keep wanting my attention. No, I think Fresh Prince is something better to think about.
The door opened and I could feel the air blow in. All the vegetables in the garden called seductively to my nose, desiring to be eaten. My apron was smudged from the dough is was baking,
Fresh vegetables. The sign above reads “Produce.” She walks toward it, hesitant. Her mind is already counting calories. Carrots, thirty. Small apple, sixty. She must’ve picked up a dozen vegetables, but her cart remained empty. She tried again, walking around once more. Too many calories. Everything was full of calories.
I hate the word fresh. It reminds me of Coca Cola commercials. I don’t drink soda, so the idea of Coca Cola is gross to me. Fresh. Isn’t there a store called Joe Fresh or something? When I think of the word fresh, I also think about the time Chris came to Austin and I accidentally took him to a vegetarian restaurant. I miss Chris. He’s my best friend. I hope he doesn’t forget my birthday.
Fresh summer days. Fresh summer clothes. The freshness after a nice warm/cold shower. The freshness of food after its been cooked or the freshness of fruit. Fresh memories that have been soaked in the mind and are as vivid as we choose them to be. Fresh is not new, but refreshing, as water is on the face.
Crap. Nothing’s there. 30 seconds and I can’t think of anything. My brain has been blocked for over a week now and I can’t come up with anything fresh.
I feel fresh. the feeling when you just walk out of a long, warm shower, after you drink cold water on a hot day, after you change into new clothes, after you wash your hands, after you forget about all the crap.
The air smelled fresh, like right after a spring shower, which was unusual since it was summer and there was not rain. I had to wonder what kind of emissions would cause this seemingly nice, but ultimately dangerous, phenomenon. Amazing, I thought, as I watch people mill around like nothing was a awry.
Still fresh in my mind is the lessons I’ve learned today. That to actually achieve what I intended and desired I have to play and make funny noises else it won’t be fun. Letting loose and just being silly is the way to go!
I opened the door and smelled the fresh, sweet smell of spring. The flowers had just started booming and knowing that made my heart happy. The dead of winter is officially gone, and now everything will be bright and cheerful once again.
I remember when I had first started at this school; I was a fresh face, a new spirit added to this jumbled collection of souls, and I disrupted the social order. i was friends with the superficial populars, and the quiet outcasts as well. through me, they learned to get along.
I stepped out of the shower, feeling clean and refreshed. It was a sunny day, for once, as it had been raining all week. The warmth of the sun rays infiltrating the room through the window made me feel a sense of calm. I felt good today. I decided I’d actually try to look nice, instead of the usual nonchalance I had about my appearance. “Today will be great” I whispered to myself.
“Don’t you be so fresh!”, she scolded me with a slap on my bum. Hard. It kind of hurt so I wasn’t thrilled to sit in the corner. But I did as I was told and thought about what I’d said. Thing is, though, I’d only told the truth. And sometimes she punishes me for not telling the truth. Maybe I’ll just stop talking entirely.
Crumpled and curled into sweet flavour, I take it in and know that all I need to do now it breath it. Nothing more.
Fresh?
You being fresh now?
Huh?
Who do you think you are?
I ain’t being fresh! You bein’ fresh?
Oh?
Well, fresh seems to be an odd slang word that has been going around lately.
Can the tongue taste beauty? If it did, surely the most beautiful scents would be those of fresh fruit and the subtle fragrances of spring flowers
fresh fruit sitting at the window shelf. ready to be eating by some one who is very hungry. but the fresh fruit does not want to be eating.
Flimsy, fancy, freshly fought
Effs are fun to frolic thought
Flora, fauna, fancy free,
Dancing through the sky’s starred sea.
freshness is astate of being on top of your game, proper, being ata high standard. fresh people simply inspire others, i bvelieve freshness is what we should strive for. but fresh comes at a price, are we all prepared to pay it.
apples are fresh,ice is fresh ,that boy is fresh ,mint is fresh ,blue is fresh,tea is fresh,ice cream is fresh i love fresh colors i love fresh food fresh is a weird word coming to think about it
Fresh out of the dryer. How did he know? He’d been doing all the things on The List, the only thing left was putting a stickynote in my book asking to marry me. Had he hacked my computer? That’s possible. Instead of worrying about my possibly hacker boyfriend, I think about how nice it will be to get wrapped in those warm towels after my shower.
Mom’s bag swung side to side next to her leg as she walked merrily down the sidewalk, whistling as she went. It was a beautiful day in the town, made even better by the fact that it was market day, everyone’s favorite time of the week. The entire central square was bursting with people, to the point where i expected to look at the buildings and streets and find cracks in them. All kinds of people of all genders, colors, sizes, shapes, poor and rich, young and old. Every person different, yet every one of them here for the same reason, driven by the same primal urge. Food. At good prices.
I left my headphones on my desk, it emitted ominous beats just auditory to pick up. It was the evening, there was a cold wind coming in from the open window so I went to grab a sweater respecting my room-mate’s need for some fresh air. Sweater was quite worn, from two falls ago, but such was the history of most of my clothes, outdated and out of style…stupid trends. I dislike all reoccurring things like deja vu, like habits, like addictions, like routines, like rituals, the use of the word like and other cliché titles and gimmicks but that reminds me there’s a steak in my fridge!
What a lovely word. Fresh fruit, fresh fish, fresh start. Who wouldn’t want a fresh start? A clean slate. A new beginning.
Blue summer skies. Wisps of clouds. Strong blades of grass, so sharp they can cut you with the merest touch. The smell of air. A slight wind.
He dug his bare toes in the grass and pushed them against the earth. His hands fisted his jacket.
The cool, turquoise – smelling air whispered and chuckled through the green leaves. Alice stepped out onto the porch, her bare feet on the cold wood. She breathed in the breeze and it tickled her lungs and nose with its chilling fingers. She pushed off the ground with her toes and was gently lifted into the air. Her hair fluttered around her ears and she closed her eyes.
fresh prince of bel air. I guess I’m a 90’s kid. Funny that bad sitcoms from over a decade ago still come to my mind. Not willing to dwell upon things of the present. Like fresh air outside or problems that keep wanting my attention. No, I think Fresh Prince is something better to think about.
The door opened and I could feel the air blow in. All the vegetables in the garden called seductively to my nose, desiring to be eaten. My apron was smudged from the dough is was baking,
Silver glistens
Damp and shiny
The fluff of winter and new
Falling, falling
Whisps of water
Clouds of cold
Fresh vegetables. The sign above reads “Produce.” She walks toward it, hesitant. Her mind is already counting calories. Carrots, thirty. Small apple, sixty. She must’ve picked up a dozen vegetables, but her cart remained empty. She tried again, walking around once more. Too many calories. Everything was full of calories.
“Fresh out of the oven,” she exclaimed, pulling a char-encrusted lump of dough out of the oven. “Eat it up before its all gone, kids!”
The unsettled children groped their grumbling stomachs with pained expressions plastered to their faces.
I hate the word fresh. It reminds me of Coca Cola commercials. I don’t drink soda, so the idea of Coca Cola is gross to me. Fresh. Isn’t there a store called Joe Fresh or something? When I think of the word fresh, I also think about the time Chris came to Austin and I accidentally took him to a vegetarian restaurant. I miss Chris. He’s my best friend. I hope he doesn’t forget my birthday.
Fresh summer days. Fresh summer clothes. The freshness after a nice warm/cold shower. The freshness of food after its been cooked or the freshness of fruit. Fresh memories that have been soaked in the mind and are as vivid as we choose them to be. Fresh is not new, but refreshing, as water is on the face.
new, tasty, young, something that is not reused, natural, just produced
Grass. Green. Earth. The smell of rain. And something musky and earthy and good. The smell of the wind and the trees. And the leaves.
Fresh,, I’m your everything. I’m so fresh I’m so clean
Yeah this is my freshness, you can’t achieve but at the end of the day it is my love
salad. green. air. love. family. wind. flowers. scent. hair. truth.
Crap. Nothing’s there. 30 seconds and I can’t think of anything. My brain has been blocked for over a week now and I can’t come up with anything fresh.
Skin peels. Like lemons and limes. Giving a new shape to the days we once saw as ours. now they are just mine.
What are your days now?
Are they fresh or sour with memoris
the air was crisp and fresh in the orange glow of that october morning and i felt so alive, winter was coming again, i could smell it…
I feel fresh. the feeling when you just walk out of a long, warm shower, after you drink cold water on a hot day, after you change into new clothes, after you wash your hands, after you forget about all the crap.
The air smelled fresh, like right after a spring shower, which was unusual since it was summer and there was not rain. I had to wonder what kind of emissions would cause this seemingly nice, but ultimately dangerous, phenomenon. Amazing, I thought, as I watch people mill around like nothing was a awry.
Fish. Veg. Food. Feet. Air. Knickers.
Still fresh in my mind is the lessons I’ve learned today. That to actually achieve what I intended and desired I have to play and make funny noises else it won’t be fun. Letting loose and just being silly is the way to go!
Sitting here at my desk. The cat uses the litter box. How very fresh. Not a good kind of fresh.
the apples produce a fresh taste whereas the bananas have gone to the dark side.
Fresh. First cut. Crystal red blood. Shiny bead. Sitting there. Glaring. Fresh pain. Fresh flesh. Drip drip drip. Feel good. Always good.
I opened the door and smelled the fresh, sweet smell of spring. The flowers had just started booming and knowing that made my heart happy. The dead of winter is officially gone, and now everything will be bright and cheerful once again.
Quantum entanglement gives us a fresh perspective on reality. It can expand your mind to the point reality hurts and no longer seems fresh.
Fish. I’m already hungry so I do need something fresh. Fresh fish.
I remember when I had first started at this school; I was a fresh face, a new spirit added to this jumbled collection of souls, and I disrupted the social order. i was friends with the superficial populars, and the quiet outcasts as well. through me, they learned to get along.