He walks with shoulders erect, daring the darkness to meet his gaze. It’s an icy stare, full of hate, hurt. His head is on a swivel, daring anyone, anything. Come into the his coldness. Make some trouble. He’ll finish it.
the road was icy and Lucy could feel herself losing control of the car. Her heart pounded as the tyres lost their grip, and she saw the back end of a posh, expensive car approaching.
her icy stare penetrated the smoky gloom of the tavern. travis immediately knew this was his last chance to escape without a confrontation and headed for the door.
They sat in the car together, in silence. The only sounds were the harsh rain on the windows, and the steady rhythm of the windscreen wipers.
She looked over at him, his face hidden in shadow. She didn’t know what to say to break the awful silence. They had been stranded for over twenty minutes; with a flat tire, they could only wait for help. She knew what he was like when he was kept waiting; he was icy.
Icy is a great word. It describes a colder, maybe slippery surface. It also can describe a drink. If a drink is icy, then it is a cold drink, usually had on a hot day. If a surface is icy it maybe cold and slippery and possibly hazardous to drive on.
His icy hands traced her delicate lips.She cringed within upon that touch.Many questions raced through her mind.Was she doing the right thing?To make such a sacrifice.
so it was and she was there looking under the ice and wondering what was that dark spot just out of view, and she leaned in closer and peered and a slight sense of dread filled her – and the thing moved slightly and the ice shifted and she fell through and that was all.
The icy cold wind brushed my cheeks. Not in a comforting way, but in a way that questioned why I was out here in the first place. This question repeatedly haunted me in the next two hours as I sat out here, pondering my decisions.
Icy. Like the heart of my three last girlfriends. All who started out as sweet hearts, all who’s love froze over, like a baby seal stuck in an ice flow after a failed clubbing.
Icy hot strips make my back feel great after a long day of working out. Who am I kidding I haven’t worked out in ages? I just love Ice in my water, you know in Germany they don’t put ice in their water? What the hell dude it’s ridiculous. I LOVE POPSICLES! Does that count as ice related?
The moon reflected on the frozen lake. She liked when it was icy cold outside. It made her feel something that the heat of the summer couldn’t. It matched her mood; she was often depressed, unfeeling, these days.
I like play on the ice. An icy path can be so much fun if you know that its ice. If not, then they suck. Totally suck. Nothing is worse then slipping and landing on your ass in front of bunch of people. That just blows.
the young girl wrapped her jacket closer around her body and looked at her feet with a sense of unease. The ground was covered in a sheet of thick ice and she was already uncomfortable enough in her surroundings without the added factor. Mary mentally repremanded herself again for chooosing today to be ballsy and take the shortcut through the alley home.
coicidentally falling upward towards the heavens of snow filled sugary confections that roll down from the mountains in balls of ice cream and frosted delight.
Icy!! What I wouldn’t give for a little iciness today. Frozen yogurt. Popsicles. Ice cream sundaes. Right now it is a pleasant 75 degrees but by 1 it will be well over 100… Ah, iciness.
icy icy icy i wish it was snowing, snow is the best weather but we don’t tendt o get much of it in England, I haven’t been ice skaing in a while, it would be a cuted date although I have invited Steven to come ice skating with me at some point so I’m not sure whether that classifies as a date, what if it does?
Cold, sterile, flirts with polar bears and penguins. I chipped my tooth on icy when skating and later in a mixed cocktail. Chills to the bone. And hard like my bones, too, but melts away when I need the warmth.
Icy tendrils of dread crept up her spine. Amy didn’t know exactly what was happening; she only knew that it was dark tonight, and that something had made a loud crash near her bedroom window.
Flashlight shaking in her hand, she quickly turned the corner and with sham boldness called out, “Who’s there?”
It was so icy and snowy and blowy in Washington DC in January, 1982. Freddy and I were in Washington for him to work at the Wall Street Journal and it came a blizzard.
Icy….Colorado can be icy, a snowy goddess cloaked in swirling snow and intriguing scarves of fog. But here in sunny Montana with my extended family, icy means how we treat each other.
She gave me that infamous icy look of hers that I used to loathe. How I wish I could unravel the mystery behind her cold treatment towards me. Then I discovered that she’s dying. Soon. Really soon.
ice is icy :) I like ice. :) ice cream and frozen coke is good. I think that icy people suck. :) :) :) smiley face. I rule the ice kingdom! ice ice ice icy. ice ice icy. spesh. coolio!
icy means it’s cold and slippery, it’s smooth and white although it could be black, transparent and hard. things slide on it and children fall over and hurt their knees when they bang on it
her icy breath hovers over me like the cold breeze in winter. It stings to an extend, but I’ve come to welcome her and her icy, cold, deep breath. She is however, the Ice Queen.
whenever we went to the old lake by all those trees that had sunk into the water, I remember looking at the icy surface of the lake and thinking about just pushing right through it to the other side.
icy cold drink I see on the counter I see I could sip an icy cold drink, oh cool refreshment. don’t want to slip on the icy sidewalk but oh that icy cold drink. I want it. Now.
isy ice. the icy top of my icecream reminded me of the icy-caps of himalyas where nature is wild and untamed where human beings are helpless and force of nature takes over but i took great relish in eating that icytop /
It was a bright sunny afternoon. Me and my friends decided to take a jump in the lake. As soon as we dived in its icy nature seemed to liberate us from the worries and stresses of our lives.
He walks with shoulders erect, daring the darkness to meet his gaze. It’s an icy stare, full of hate, hurt. His head is on a swivel, daring anyone, anything. Come into the his coldness. Make some trouble. He’ll finish it.
the road was icy and Lucy could feel herself losing control of the car. Her heart pounded as the tyres lost their grip, and she saw the back end of a posh, expensive car approaching.
her icy stare penetrated the smoky gloom of the tavern. travis immediately knew this was his last chance to escape without a confrontation and headed for the door.
They sat in the car together, in silence. The only sounds were the harsh rain on the windows, and the steady rhythm of the windscreen wipers.
She looked over at him, his face hidden in shadow. She didn’t know what to say to break the awful silence. They had been stranded for over twenty minutes; with a flat tire, they could only wait for help. She knew what he was like when he was kept waiting; he was icy.
Icy is a great word. It describes a colder, maybe slippery surface. It also can describe a drink. If a drink is icy, then it is a cold drink, usually had on a hot day. If a surface is icy it maybe cold and slippery and possibly hazardous to drive on.
the gravel crunched,
the ice freezing,
on this solitary road.
His icy hands traced her delicate lips.She cringed within upon that touch.Many questions raced through her mind.Was she doing the right thing?To make such a sacrifice.
“it’s cold.”
“wear something other than a t-shirt.”
“no.”
“ok.”
cold, wet, slippery, blue, white dripping, frosty, chucks, slushy, willowy, watery, blueish in color, smokey wet, dreary, mirrored images, rude, chilly, chilled, chilly personality, arrogant
so it was and she was there looking under the ice and wondering what was that dark spot just out of view, and she leaned in closer and peered and a slight sense of dread filled her – and the thing moved slightly and the ice shifted and she fell through and that was all.
Icy freezing climate that takes you in and leaves you cold. Strange shards of glass that stand frozen on ceilings and seated into the ground.
The icy cold wind brushed my cheeks. Not in a comforting way, but in a way that questioned why I was out here in the first place. This question repeatedly haunted me in the next two hours as I sat out here, pondering my decisions.
Icy. Like the heart of my three last girlfriends. All who started out as sweet hearts, all who’s love froze over, like a baby seal stuck in an ice flow after a failed clubbing.
a stare not longed for.
Icy hot strips make my back feel great after a long day of working out. Who am I kidding I haven’t worked out in ages? I just love Ice in my water, you know in Germany they don’t put ice in their water? What the hell dude it’s ridiculous. I LOVE POPSICLES! Does that count as ice related?
The moon reflected on the frozen lake. She liked when it was icy cold outside. It made her feel something that the heat of the summer couldn’t. It matched her mood; she was often depressed, unfeeling, these days.
As much as the weather appears pleasant, it is in fact icy cold.
I like play on the ice. An icy path can be so much fun if you know that its ice. If not, then they suck. Totally suck. Nothing is worse then slipping and landing on your ass in front of bunch of people. That just blows.
the young girl wrapped her jacket closer around her body and looked at her feet with a sense of unease. The ground was covered in a sheet of thick ice and she was already uncomfortable enough in her surroundings without the added factor. Mary mentally repremanded herself again for chooosing today to be ballsy and take the shortcut through the alley home.
coicidentally falling upward towards the heavens of snow filled sugary confections that roll down from the mountains in balls of ice cream and frosted delight.
winterly night with a cloud of rain soft skin in the icy wind she gave stare from far within an icy shriek sown within
Icy!! What I wouldn’t give for a little iciness today. Frozen yogurt. Popsicles. Ice cream sundaes. Right now it is a pleasant 75 degrees but by 1 it will be well over 100… Ah, iciness.
icy icy icy i wish it was snowing, snow is the best weather but we don’t tendt o get much of it in England, I haven’t been ice skaing in a while, it would be a cuted date although I have invited Steven to come ice skating with me at some point so I’m not sure whether that classifies as a date, what if it does?
Cold, sterile, flirts with polar bears and penguins. I chipped my tooth on icy when skating and later in a mixed cocktail. Chills to the bone. And hard like my bones, too, but melts away when I need the warmth.
icy fingers, the reynauds always gets me, makes me stumble over the keyboard, thick clunkers lacking grace. icy words, numb thoughts, no warm delights
nothin’ icy about this town except the people in it. they could use some thawin’ out. too hot in here. melt a little and relax.
Icy tendrils of dread crept up her spine. Amy didn’t know exactly what was happening; she only knew that it was dark tonight, and that something had made a loud crash near her bedroom window.
Flashlight shaking in her hand, she quickly turned the corner and with sham boldness called out, “Who’s there?”
It was so icy and snowy and blowy in Washington DC in January, 1982. Freddy and I were in Washington for him to work at the Wall Street Journal and it came a blizzard.
Icy….Colorado can be icy, a snowy goddess cloaked in swirling snow and intriguing scarves of fog. But here in sunny Montana with my extended family, icy means how we treat each other.
It’s not intriguing.
She gave me that infamous icy look of hers that I used to loathe. How I wish I could unravel the mystery behind her cold treatment towards me. Then I discovered that she’s dying. Soon. Really soon.
ice is icy :) I like ice. :) ice cream and frozen coke is good. I think that icy people suck. :) :) :) smiley face. I rule the ice kingdom! ice ice ice icy. ice ice icy. spesh. coolio!
icy means it’s cold and slippery, it’s smooth and white although it could be black, transparent and hard. things slide on it and children fall over and hurt their knees when they bang on it
the trees shiver under the brisk air, constricted by veins of ice twisting around the trunk.
her icy breath hovers over me like the cold breeze in winter. It stings to an extend, but I’ve come to welcome her and her icy, cold, deep breath. She is however, the Ice Queen.
whenever we went to the old lake by all those trees that had sunk into the water, I remember looking at the icy surface of the lake and thinking about just pushing right through it to the other side.
icy cold drink I see on the counter I see I could sip an icy cold drink, oh cool refreshment. don’t want to slip on the icy sidewalk but oh that icy cold drink. I want it. Now.
your eyes, clear blue.
somehow violent. icy.
seeing right through my
pretenses. seeing my
every intention.
isy ice. the icy top of my icecream reminded me of the icy-caps of himalyas where nature is wild and untamed where human beings are helpless and force of nature takes over but i took great relish in eating that icytop /
Icy. Coldness. My bling so fresh. What else could it mean besides ice, cold condensed water? Let’s write a 30 second story:
I mean poem:
The icy lake seemed oh so cold
but oh I jumped and felt oh so bold
It was a bright sunny afternoon. Me and my friends decided to take a jump in the lake. As soon as we dived in its icy nature seemed to liberate us from the worries and stresses of our lives.