She set it aside for later, her brow sweating from the heat emanating off the stove-top. There was conversation in the other room that she wasn’t partaking in. She never did.
“Stop wasting water you hav to reserve it it myt just be the last bit off water eneywer on earth !” mihno said to tomise ho was splash ing water on him.
they are holding us in reserve, said bobby, more like they dont want us getting hurt,snorted james. the reserve sniper was finally called in to serve he country.
the indian reserve of regina was the one place they hadn’t looked yet. it had too many complications, administrative ones and social delicacies that would kick them ass in the end if they were wrong. not that they believed they could be wrong, at this point. but who could hunt a monster all the way into the indian’s dent and not be called up on it?
I saved the seat next to me, placed it on reserve. Others tried to sit, but alas I never let them stay for long.The sign became crumpled; almost fell to the floor, but I refused to move its fraying edges. I patiently waited on a date whom may never come. I believed in the idea of “something higher” and stubbornly anticpated the moment to return.
I’m not exactly sure what reserve means. I guess like when you reserve a table at a restaurant. Reserve is a verb. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what else to write.
“He’s in the bathroom, sorry.” With a polite cringe and wan smile, Kim shooed away yet another moviegoer from the seat to her left. She hated going to movies alone. She thought it made her look pathetic. But her companion wasn’t in the bathroom, let alone the theater. The seat was, in fact, just reserved for her sweater.
The unnecessary movements and the reserved display of finesse on her steps made her more beautiful as she gracefully strides and glides on the stage. The music and her dancing are perfectly in-sync. It is his first time witnessing such an elegant performance.
The water is almost gone he thought. I need to reserve a spot. This line is too long. The soldiers handed out the water one by one as the people patiently waited. This was going to be a long day but hopefully not a thirsty one.
“May have another?” a small voice whispered somewhere near her feet. Her arthritic wrinkled brown hands continued to knead the dough as she stared at boarded window of their cabin turned fort. Two pieces of bread left, and only enough yeast to make one more loaf. The stilted shuffle sounds of the undead surrounding them grew louder. She chuckled, looking down to give the little boy a wry smile. “Sure.”
These are the things I hold close: the ugly things in my heart that I’m not sure you could understand; the beautiful things that seem nonsensical to everyone else; the odd wisps of memories that I’m never quite sure ever happened, the thoughts that I’m a little embarassed and a little ashamed of.
These are the things that make up the heart of the real me. The things I’m hesitant to share with anyone. These are the things I want to show you.
I walked into the dark, dusty reserve. Old revolvers and broken muskets lined the walls. I hadn’t been down here in…200 years. There’s no reason I should be alive now but I have to pick up where I left off. I have to fight for the side I pledged to fight for long, long ago.
She had a reservation. 8 pm, front window seat, by the bar. A reserved card sat on the table. 8.15. 8.30, 9 pm. The table remained empty. The card got stood up.
it’s a green place near my house. i take my dog there. we spend quality time together. i pretend just him and i are the only ones who exist. people look at me and i look back but i don’t say anything because i am practicing mindfulness. that’s what my psych tells me to do. Scrat will run towards them, jump, bark. his bubbly excirted personality is the antithesis of mine. that’s why we’re the perfect match as pet and owner. i hug him when he comes back over to me.
Reserving a table at a restaurant I haunted when I was a kid is a trip i used to go in through the back into the kitchen and hang out with Arnie the cook he was my dad’s friend sometimes I still go in that way and revisit the past but tonight I’m going on a date and everything needs to be right
Using your brain to try and write about this word is very hard. I can’t reserve anything because I’m too young. I don’t think of the word “reserve” as something you can just go off on a tangent and write about. Like what the heck? Reserve? Come on. At least pick something that inspires some sort of creativity. This is just bad. Sorry.
She was calm. More reserved than she should have been in her situation. If it was me I would be in the middle of a panic attack, but she just wrote a check with a steady hand and left. She had an air of confidence about her and suddenly I wished that I was her.
Reserve. I have been told that I am a reserved person, which is true to an extent. I feel as though around some people I trust to easily, and I tell them everything I know about myself. I run out of things to say because I don’t know myself all that well yet. While, around others, they never know anything more than my name.
Reserve. to keep. to place in waiting. Reserved. the seat next to me sat empty except for the simple sign that threatened to break my heart if it remained in place all evening. I looked down at my watch. Each tick seemed to grow in volume. My heart began to race and my cheeks grew red. I knew that this would be the last straw. This was her last chance. At last, I felt a presence. I turned my head, my heart stopped, my watch stopped ticking, and the color flushed from my cheeks.
Taking on the large areas of life there are times when the work seems to exceed the capability you have in achieving it. In this situation, your ability to tap into your own reserve to enable you to overcome your obstacles is what separates those that barely achieve from those that are truly successful.
The Indian reservation system began many years ago when India was trying to introduce higher education opportunities for people from lower socioeconomic backgrounds (or castes). However the system today has resulted in a select few from the lower castes getting ahead in life, and then continuing to use (or perhaps abuse would be a better term) this system for their own, thus keeping the poor poor.
Reservig is so simple yet so hard. It takes alot to reserve all your feelings but it takes so little. Why dod we reserve ourselves why don’t we let all of our feelings out. It hurts to reserve but we feel like we are protecting everyone else from our feelings.
All those months of breaking apart had been awful. Not bitter and venomous as such, more vacuous and heartbreakingly sad. Life had become a vast chasm of emptiness. And there he was trying to make amends. Reaching out to hold her. Finally. Stretching his arms around her body hoping the simple act of touching could reignite some feeling. But she had nothing. His eyes were met with her reserve, shame perhaps. It was over. His hand dropped away, to be back by itself, and they felt their hearts crush like tiny pebbles beneath their feet.
It was dark. Really dark. He could here noises outside. They were coming closer. He could smell something cooking. God it was hot in here. A voice stated this is for the reserved table. The flames were the last thing he saw.
I have reserved a special place for you in my heart. i had for a very long time, i just didn’t know it was for you. Now i know. And so do you.So please don’t break it. Please don;t break me.
I slowly put down the book and proceeded to put my face in my hands. From the very beginning of this alleged classic, the narrator, Nick Carraway, pompously declared, “I’m inclined to reserve all judgments,” yet for the entirety of Fitzgerald’s God forsaken novel, he was critiquing every person he lay his eyes on. I was ready to slam the entire book in my essay, even though I knew my English teacher wouldn’t approve.
“I happen to love this book,” he had told the class with a smirk, “because it captures the twenties so gosh darn well.”
She set it aside for later, her brow sweating from the heat emanating off the stove-top. There was conversation in the other room that she wasn’t partaking in. She never did.
I went on a youth trip and we went to a pizza buffet and there was tables reserved for us.
They reserved a table for the movie star.
“Stop wasting water you hav to reserve it it myt just be the last bit off water eneywer on earth !” mihno said to tomise ho was splash ing water on him.
they are holding us in reserve, said bobby, more like they dont want us getting hurt,snorted james. the reserve sniper was finally called in to serve he country.
There is a place in my heart reserved for you. Sometimes that place creates nightmares. And other times- beautiful nostalgia.
the indian reserve of regina was the one place they hadn’t looked yet. it had too many complications, administrative ones and social delicacies that would kick them ass in the end if they were wrong. not that they believed they could be wrong, at this point. but who could hunt a monster all the way into the indian’s dent and not be called up on it?
Something left in mind of another; a spot being hold for somebody else.
I saved the seat next to me, placed it on reserve. Others tried to sit, but alas I never let them stay for long.The sign became crumpled; almost fell to the floor, but I refused to move its fraying edges. I patiently waited on a date whom may never come. I believed in the idea of “something higher” and stubbornly anticpated the moment to return.
I’m not exactly sure what reserve means. I guess like when you reserve a table at a restaurant. Reserve is a verb. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what else to write.
“He’s in the bathroom, sorry.” With a polite cringe and wan smile, Kim shooed away yet another moviegoer from the seat to her left. She hated going to movies alone. She thought it made her look pathetic. But her companion wasn’t in the bathroom, let alone the theater. The seat was, in fact, just reserved for her sweater.
A seat in Resurrection Life Church is reserved for the youth
(To learn more about my church look up Reslife.org)
The unnecessary movements and the reserved display of finesse on her steps made her more beautiful as she gracefully strides and glides on the stage. The music and her dancing are perfectly in-sync. It is his first time witnessing such an elegant performance.
The water is almost gone he thought. I need to reserve a spot. This line is too long. The soldiers handed out the water one by one as the people patiently waited. This was going to be a long day but hopefully not a thirsty one.
Reserve the right to life.
Save the innocent.
Know the wrongs.
Convince the right.
reserve wait stop got to go on not for me save for someone
“May have another?” a small voice whispered somewhere near her feet. Her arthritic wrinkled brown hands continued to knead the dough as she stared at boarded window of their cabin turned fort. Two pieces of bread left, and only enough yeast to make one more loaf. The stilted shuffle sounds of the undead surrounding them grew louder. She chuckled, looking down to give the little boy a wry smile. “Sure.”
These are the things I hold close: the ugly things in my heart that I’m not sure you could understand; the beautiful things that seem nonsensical to everyone else; the odd wisps of memories that I’m never quite sure ever happened, the thoughts that I’m a little embarassed and a little ashamed of.
These are the things that make up the heart of the real me. The things I’m hesitant to share with anyone. These are the things I want to show you.
I walked into the dark, dusty reserve. Old revolvers and broken muskets lined the walls. I hadn’t been down here in…200 years. There’s no reason I should be alive now but I have to pick up where I left off. I have to fight for the side I pledged to fight for long, long ago.
Send in all of them; We have reserves! Additionally, I reserved the honor for my a
She had a reservation. 8 pm, front window seat, by the bar. A reserved card sat on the table. 8.15. 8.30, 9 pm. The table remained empty. The card got stood up.
Hello! I found a reserved milk cartoon today. :) ;)
I just stood there and reserved the thing that was happening in front of me. It was kind of horrible to see the head crushed against the ground.
You left me feeling reserved,
as if the person I was didn’t deserve a reservation
at your table. I will forever serve as what you left me like
it’s a green place near my house. i take my dog there. we spend quality time together. i pretend just him and i are the only ones who exist. people look at me and i look back but i don’t say anything because i am practicing mindfulness. that’s what my psych tells me to do. Scrat will run towards them, jump, bark. his bubbly excirted personality is the antithesis of mine. that’s why we’re the perfect match as pet and owner. i hug him when he comes back over to me.
Reserving a table at a restaurant I haunted when I was a kid is a trip i used to go in through the back into the kitchen and hang out with Arnie the cook he was my dad’s friend sometimes I still go in that way and revisit the past but tonight I’m going on a date and everything needs to be right
Using your brain to try and write about this word is very hard. I can’t reserve anything because I’m too young. I don’t think of the word “reserve” as something you can just go off on a tangent and write about. Like what the heck? Reserve? Come on. At least pick something that inspires some sort of creativity. This is just bad. Sorry.
She was calm. More reserved than she should have been in her situation. If it was me I would be in the middle of a panic attack, but she just wrote a check with a steady hand and left. She had an air of confidence about her and suddenly I wished that I was her.
Reserve. I have been told that I am a reserved person, which is true to an extent. I feel as though around some people I trust to easily, and I tell them everything I know about myself. I run out of things to say because I don’t know myself all that well yet. While, around others, they never know anything more than my name.
she was tied back in her hair
she was the ribbon around her own life
jesus she was so beautiful
and the world sighs
she is not a question not an
Reserve. to keep. to place in waiting. Reserved. the seat next to me sat empty except for the simple sign that threatened to break my heart if it remained in place all evening. I looked down at my watch. Each tick seemed to grow in volume. My heart began to race and my cheeks grew red. I knew that this would be the last straw. This was her last chance. At last, I felt a presence. I turned my head, my heart stopped, my watch stopped ticking, and the color flushed from my cheeks.
Taking on the large areas of life there are times when the work seems to exceed the capability you have in achieving it. In this situation, your ability to tap into your own reserve to enable you to overcome your obstacles is what separates those that barely achieve from those that are truly successful.
The Indian reservation system began many years ago when India was trying to introduce higher education opportunities for people from lower socioeconomic backgrounds (or castes). However the system today has resulted in a select few from the lower castes getting ahead in life, and then continuing to use (or perhaps abuse would be a better term) this system for their own, thus keeping the poor poor.
Reservig is so simple yet so hard. It takes alot to reserve all your feelings but it takes so little. Why dod we reserve ourselves why don’t we let all of our feelings out. It hurts to reserve but we feel like we are protecting everyone else from our feelings.
All those months of breaking apart had been awful. Not bitter and venomous as such, more vacuous and heartbreakingly sad. Life had become a vast chasm of emptiness. And there he was trying to make amends. Reaching out to hold her. Finally. Stretching his arms around her body hoping the simple act of touching could reignite some feeling. But she had nothing. His eyes were met with her reserve, shame perhaps. It was over. His hand dropped away, to be back by itself, and they felt their hearts crush like tiny pebbles beneath their feet.
It was dark. Really dark. He could here noises outside. They were coming closer. He could smell something cooking. God it was hot in here. A voice stated this is for the reserved table. The flames were the last thing he saw.
I have reserved a special place for you in my heart. i had for a very long time, i just didn’t know it was for you. Now i know. And so do you.So please don’t break it. Please don;t break me.
I was a reserve. A backup.
I slowly put down the book and proceeded to put my face in my hands. From the very beginning of this alleged classic, the narrator, Nick Carraway, pompously declared, “I’m inclined to reserve all judgments,” yet for the entirety of Fitzgerald’s God forsaken novel, he was critiquing every person he lay his eyes on. I was ready to slam the entire book in my essay, even though I knew my English teacher wouldn’t approve.
“I happen to love this book,” he had told the class with a smirk, “because it captures the twenties so gosh darn well.”
“Ain’t no ‘layaway’, what the hell kinda fancy city shit is that–”
I started to yell rightback, but that obviously wouldn’t do any good.
What the hell ever.