Everything’s rubbing, rubbing, until there’s blisters on my heels. I wring my hands red and there are people all around and I can’t let them see and now every Saturday has something in it, and I am so tired and I just want to rest without a timer on it.
A skateboarders trucks grind hot against the steep handrail. He’s scared, but the cheering of a nearby kid, lips stained with red popsicle keeps him going.
The friction between them was impossible to avoid. She hated coming to work to see that he was there. Their personalities clashed at every moment, both strong willed and stubborn. But behind closed doors, the passion was unstoppable. Perhaps it was the friction that made it so exciting, perhaps it was just the fact that he was her boss.
As the spacecraft hurtled through the atmosphere, a fiery halo enveloped it. The intense friction heralded its triumphant return, a testament to the resilience of human ingenuity
The ballerina glided across the stage, her every movement a graceful testament to the delicate balance between friction and momentum, the essence of her artistry.
Everything’s rubbing, rubbing, until there’s blisters on my heels. I wring my hands red and there are people all around and I can’t let them see and now every Saturday has something in it, and I am so tired and I just want to rest without a timer on it.
A skateboarders trucks grind hot against the steep handrail. He’s scared, but the cheering of a nearby kid, lips stained with red popsicle keeps him going.
The friction between them was impossible to avoid. She hated coming to work to see that he was there. Their personalities clashed at every moment, both strong willed and stubborn. But behind closed doors, the passion was unstoppable. Perhaps it was the friction that made it so exciting, perhaps it was just the fact that he was her boss.
the bow danced across the strings…friction its silent partner, transforming the energy of movement into the beauty of music.
As the spacecraft hurtled through the atmosphere, a fiery halo enveloped it. The intense friction heralded its triumphant return, a testament to the resilience of human ingenuity
The ballerina glided across the stage, her every movement a graceful testament to the delicate balance between friction and momentum, the essence of her artistry.