A utincel used to cut food and it is very sharp you can cut yourself with it never play with them and only use them for food and eat with them by cutting your own food. There are different kinds of them in the world. Never use it for eny thing but for food.
People use knives for cutting for food .My mom and dad use knives to cut food like my mom just cut a wartermellen the other day with a knife .Kid do not use knives because they are not safe to use.A kid can get heart if they cut there selfs with a knife .That is why I don’t use knives.I hope everyone is being safe with knives.
Knives is a very cool word like a lot of words that I hear I am not going to say them but yes there is a lot of thinks with that word u can make more thing with that word like more words and it can do a lot like one cool word is fight spinner that is also I very cool word so yes there is a lot of very cool words so that is what I am going to have to type more on the next word but that. Is the word the word is knives that’s a really fun word to say and it’s a really fun think it can make more words by just that word is is a cool the thing is that knives are not only a cool word that u only words that can make more words it is also I very fun word to say ou loud u can go look out your window and say thet word out is bye
People use knives for cutting for food .My mom and dad use knives to cut food like my mom just cut a wartermellen the other day with a knife .Kid do not use knives because they are not safe to use.A kid can get heart if they cut there selfs with a knife .That is why I don’t use knives.
Sharp object. You can cut yourself if you aren’t careful. Knives are used to cut many objects. They have all different brands. They are different sizes. Some are sharper than others and some can cut better. And some are more dangerous.
Today we talked about knives. We watched a movie and this man was in a kitchen and got stabbed. That is why you have to be careful around knives. Please don’t make it happen.
When I think of knives i think of people cooking with vagatables and are chopping them I also think of violent games that uses knives I don’t like the word knives because it makes me hungry for vegetable soup that’s why I don’t like the word knives.
I may not seem violent but I love knives. If I have to defend myself I would choose knives as my weapons. I like knives for self defense or training, but not to just hurt someone.
Knives are supposed to be used for cutting food but not for violence.When I here the word knives I imagine a set of knives.Most people think when they feel the need for violence they normally use knives.
We have a lot of knives at our house and the one time I was doing the dishes and I poked myself with it. It wasn’t a butter knife it was one of those sharp ones. So now any time I have to do the dishes I’m very cautious.
Like knives the feelings going through her heart stung and cut her…she was broken and didn’t know how to fix it but they just kept stabbing at her. She felt like she would never come out of it…She needed her own knife.
She pulled out her block of knives and carefully selected a long bread knife. She held the bread gently as she cut slices out of it, listening to the crunch each time she hit the serration against the crust.
I saw a blood clad knife on the ground and immediately my heart sipped a beat. I literally had to remind myself to breathe again before i could muster the courage to remind my legs to run into the bedroom and scream the name over and over again. A part of me almost thought that the blood was his, yes it was his! But there was still a part of me that wanted to deny everything and simply pull myself together and yell harder. I might have ran all over the house and i might have screamed using all the strength i had and when i saw his body limp over the poolside, my legs ran faster and gave way the moment they reached next to him.
Knives????? Violence for some reason is what comes to mind. Knives are crazy. Knives are for cooking, so knives are needed for life. But knives can also kill. Knives in the back – betrayal. Knives, knives, knives, what else to say? No idea! Knives sharp, dull, serrated. Knives.
When I was 10 my mom told me never to touch the Knives that were in the kitchen or any for that matter. But I wanted to cut up my own food at dinner, mom never let me. I always had to have her or dad do it. I use to get mad because Matthew could. After I turned like 12 my mom let me have my own knife at dinner. After that I was to lazy to cut my food and would ask her anyways to do it.
It was dark and he was scared and there were shadows. So many shadows. He knew it was stupid, that it wouldn’t work, but he was desperate. Oh so very desperate. He had to fight back. He didn’t want to die. So he grabbed the knife from the block and tossed it.
I read a long thesis today – words no one should ever have to start their morning with – about how the different radicals that make up kanji provide huge phonetic clues to how that kanji is pronounced. Instead, native speakers actually tend to rely on the reverse to garner meaning from a mysterious character: they listen to its assigned sound to determine the meaning, instead of looking at the radical to assign sound. I know my audience is slim here, but bare with me. Let’s take a look at 包, a radical compound made from 已 and 勹, which is pronounced “hou,” as in, “don’t smack that hoe.” Don’t believe me? 包丁 (houchou) means kitchen knife, 泡 (awa, hou) means bubbles, 砲 means bullet, it goes on.
Wait…one of these things is not like the other.
What is kitchen knife, 包丁, doing in there? Yeah, fooled you. This one is a rare exception, and more over, it makes no sense, phonetically or pictographically. You might think “Oh! MistyFizz! It shares a the 已 radical with other words that might vaguely be related, like 危 (ki, danger)!”
You’re wrong.
There is no connection. You just have to memorize it as is. “Oh, but MistyFizz, you mentioned that this is a new type of pedogogy, and that speakers rely on knowing the sound, not the radical, for discerning meaning from an unknown character!”
…nope! you’re still wrong. If that were the case, this “hou” might as well be…放, to release, or 法 method, or 報 report. “But Mistyfizz, the word 包丁 and 放鳥 might be related through the fairy tale The Tongue-Cut Sparrow, where a jealous old lady uses a knife to cut out the tongue of a sparrow her husband has mended back to health and then released it into the wi-” Listen, I get it. I know you’re depserate for a reason, but there is no reason, and if you go looking for one, you’ll just get stabbed in the back.
The knives were in her hand, and ready to throw at his head. She paused. Is this really what I want to be remembered for? I could have mercy. I could let him go. But then he’d never learn his lesson, and he’d probably be back to steal again. She aimed, and fired. She hit him square at center mass.
I hate the way he looks at me. Those dark hateful eyes – like daggers staring into my soul. I still feel guilty over hurting him. I remember that night; staring into the sky together, our backs against the woven blanket and the stars painted above us. It was beautiful. Beautiful, until I asked him if he had farted.
Their words cut worse than the blades they held. Was so useless, why couldn’t I do anything? Why couldn’t I stop them? Why did I let them walk away with my heart in their bloody hands? How could I let so many people down at once, why couldn’t I move on?
Voice dripping like stains on the pages with all the words you tried to learn. If only you could learn enough; if only there were enough words. Hours poured over paper, get the intonation right, the feel, but it’s always been the meaning you could ever get right. A pause to look over your shoulder to see your shadow right where it’s always been. Keeping in pace. Never get closer. Fingers tied in knots behind its back, fingers crossed, fingers held in place. You reach, it reaches, breaths in time, breaths tied, breaths crossed, life from one to another. An open book read aloud; you use them to conjure flowers and warm blankets, but you conjure blades behind your back. You reach, it reaches, blades rush forth; trying to hold and you strangle, trying to present a bouquet but you cut away, bit by bit, not even met with a flinch, sharp words that beg to rust in saliva, just breathing in, in, this borrowed air, the sun is higher, shadows shrink into open wounds, restaining mistakes in the pages, echo voice dripping red into the bleeding sidewalk.
A utincel used to cut food and it is very sharp you can cut yourself with it never play with them and only use them for food and eat with them by cutting your own food. There are different kinds of them in the world. Never use it for eny thing but for food.
Knives are what you use to cut your food. I tried cutting my food and cut myself. It really hurt.
People use knives for cutting for food .My mom and dad use knives to cut food like my mom just cut a wartermellen the other day with a knife .Kid do not use knives because they are not safe to use.A kid can get heart if they cut there selfs with a knife .That is why I don’t use knives.I hope everyone is being safe with knives.
Knives are sharp if you are a child you shouldn’t go near one.
Knives is a very cool word like a lot of words that I hear I am not going to say them but yes there is a lot of thinks with that word u can make more thing with that word like more words and it can do a lot like one cool word is fight spinner that is also I very cool word so yes there is a lot of very cool words so that is what I am going to have to type more on the next word but that. Is the word the word is knives that’s a really fun word to say and it’s a really fun think it can make more words by just that word is is a cool the thing is that knives are not only a cool word that u only words that can make more words it is also I very fun word to say ou loud u can go look out your window and say thet word out is bye
When I see a knife I think about being careful because I have played with a knife and I cut myself..
People use knives for cutting for food .My mom and dad use knives to cut food like my mom just cut a wartermellen the other day with a knife .Kid do not use knives because they are not safe to use.A kid can get heart if they cut there selfs with a knife .That is why I don’t use knives.
Sharp object. You can cut yourself if you aren’t careful. Knives are used to cut many objects. They have all different brands. They are different sizes. Some are sharper than others and some can cut better. And some are more dangerous.
There was sharp knives sitting on the counter to cut the steak for dinner.
Knives are something you kat with meat and they are sharp when you kat the meat.knives are in your kitchen some war.
Today we talked about knives. We watched a movie and this man was in a kitchen and got stabbed. That is why you have to be careful around knives. Please don’t make it happen.
Be careful with knives kids you could cut your self or die if you get the right spot
When I think of knives i think of people cooking with vagatables and are chopping them I also think of violent games that uses knives I don’t like the word knives because it makes me hungry for vegetable soup that’s why I don’t like the word knives.
Knives are sarp and some people you’s it at a mrter wepin and some people you’s it to cut open the stumick of a deer to take out the gus.
I may not seem violent but I love knives. If I have to defend myself I would choose knives as my weapons. I like knives for self defense or training, but not to just hurt someone.
Knives are supposed to be used for cutting food but not for violence.When I here the word knives I imagine a set of knives.Most people think when they feel the need for violence they normally use knives.
We have a lot of knives at our house and the one time I was doing the dishes and I poked myself with it. It wasn’t a butter knife it was one of those sharp ones. So now any time I have to do the dishes I’m very cautious.
I have knives at my house.you can find knives at stores, and almost everywhere.
There was a sharp knives sitting on the counter to cut the steak for dinner.
Today we played knives. Knives are very dangerous. Also cool but be careful around them. The
Knives are deadly as I think because that can hurt someone really bad .
Knives hurt when you get cut.They slice into your skin when you cut yourself.
I picture knives in the kitchen.
Knives are sharp tools used for chopping food.
They have sharp ends and bottoms to them to be able to chop.
Like knives the feelings going through her heart stung and cut her…she was broken and didn’t know how to fix it but they just kept stabbing at her. She felt like she would never come out of it…She needed her own knife.
Sharpest ones are best. You need various kinds; like a serrated knife for cutting bread, steak knives, butter knives, choppers….
sharp, cut. food, making memories, birthday wishes, steak, butter
She pulled out her block of knives and carefully selected a long bread knife. She held the bread gently as she cut slices out of it, listening to the crunch each time she hit the serration against the crust.
Knives… the sharpest tool at your disposal… Based on the usage, it can be a tool for self-defense or ruin someone’s life.
I saw a blood clad knife on the ground and immediately my heart sipped a beat. I literally had to remind myself to breathe again before i could muster the courage to remind my legs to run into the bedroom and scream the name over and over again. A part of me almost thought that the blood was his, yes it was his! But there was still a part of me that wanted to deny everything and simply pull myself together and yell harder. I might have ran all over the house and i might have screamed using all the strength i had and when i saw his body limp over the poolside, my legs ran faster and gave way the moment they reached next to him.
Knives????? Violence for some reason is what comes to mind. Knives are crazy. Knives are for cooking, so knives are needed for life. But knives can also kill. Knives in the back – betrayal. Knives, knives, knives, what else to say? No idea! Knives sharp, dull, serrated. Knives.
When I was 10 my mom told me never to touch the Knives that were in the kitchen or any for that matter. But I wanted to cut up my own food at dinner, mom never let me. I always had to have her or dad do it. I use to get mad because Matthew could. After I turned like 12 my mom let me have my own knife at dinner. After that I was to lazy to cut my food and would ask her anyways to do it.
It was dark and he was scared and there were shadows. So many shadows. He knew it was stupid, that it wouldn’t work, but he was desperate. Oh so very desperate. He had to fight back. He didn’t want to die. So he grabbed the knife from the block and tossed it.
I read a long thesis today – words no one should ever have to start their morning with – about how the different radicals that make up kanji provide huge phonetic clues to how that kanji is pronounced. Instead, native speakers actually tend to rely on the reverse to garner meaning from a mysterious character: they listen to its assigned sound to determine the meaning, instead of looking at the radical to assign sound. I know my audience is slim here, but bare with me. Let’s take a look at 包, a radical compound made from 已 and 勹, which is pronounced “hou,” as in, “don’t smack that hoe.” Don’t believe me? 包丁 (houchou) means kitchen knife, 泡 (awa, hou) means bubbles, 砲 means bullet, it goes on.
Wait…one of these things is not like the other.
What is kitchen knife, 包丁, doing in there? Yeah, fooled you. This one is a rare exception, and more over, it makes no sense, phonetically or pictographically. You might think “Oh! MistyFizz! It shares a the 已 radical with other words that might vaguely be related, like 危 (ki, danger)!”
You’re wrong.
There is no connection. You just have to memorize it as is. “Oh, but MistyFizz, you mentioned that this is a new type of pedogogy, and that speakers rely on knowing the sound, not the radical, for discerning meaning from an unknown character!”
…nope! you’re still wrong. If that were the case, this “hou” might as well be…放, to release, or 法 method, or 報 report. “But Mistyfizz, the word 包丁 and 放鳥 might be related through the fairy tale The Tongue-Cut Sparrow, where a jealous old lady uses a knife to cut out the tongue of a sparrow her husband has mended back to health and then released it into the wi-” Listen, I get it. I know you’re depserate for a reason, but there is no reason, and if you go looking for one, you’ll just get stabbed in the back.
The knives were in her hand, and ready to throw at his head. She paused. Is this really what I want to be remembered for? I could have mercy. I could let him go. But then he’d never learn his lesson, and he’d probably be back to steal again. She aimed, and fired. She hit him square at center mass.
I hate the way he looks at me. Those dark hateful eyes – like daggers staring into my soul. I still feel guilty over hurting him. I remember that night; staring into the sky together, our backs against the woven blanket and the stars painted above us. It was beautiful. Beautiful, until I asked him if he had farted.
How many knives does Horace have? One, two, three – AGH! How many wounds on me now bleed? One, two, three – ugggggh.
How many stitches do I need? One, two – I’m a goner. How many years does Horace get? Ten? Twenty? Life? DEATH!
Watch as he goes to the guillotine. Hey, it kind of looks like a knife! How many knives does Horace dream of before he dies? Thousands. Hurk.
Their words cut worse than the blades they held. Was so useless, why couldn’t I do anything? Why couldn’t I stop them? Why did I let them walk away with my heart in their bloody hands? How could I let so many people down at once, why couldn’t I move on?
knifey wifey
full of strifey
clubby hubby
so blow uppy
sharpened edges, the future tenses
they beat each other senseless
behind white picket fences
Voice dripping like stains on the pages with all the words you tried to learn. If only you could learn enough; if only there were enough words. Hours poured over paper, get the intonation right, the feel, but it’s always been the meaning you could ever get right. A pause to look over your shoulder to see your shadow right where it’s always been. Keeping in pace. Never get closer. Fingers tied in knots behind its back, fingers crossed, fingers held in place. You reach, it reaches, breaths in time, breaths tied, breaths crossed, life from one to another. An open book read aloud; you use them to conjure flowers and warm blankets, but you conjure blades behind your back. You reach, it reaches, blades rush forth; trying to hold and you strangle, trying to present a bouquet but you cut away, bit by bit, not even met with a flinch, sharp words that beg to rust in saliva, just breathing in, in, this borrowed air, the sun is higher, shadows shrink into open wounds, restaining mistakes in the pages, echo voice dripping red into the bleeding sidewalk.