Somewhere, it moved. In the dark barn, Jermemiah listened to the rustling. He didn’t know where it was – they sound was every where. Then, suddenly, the straw erupted – and it burst free.
I hear the faint rustling of the silver, satin sheets as you turn towards me, your face soft from deep slumber. Your smile lights up your face, which is softly illuminated by the morning sun. I lower my lips towards yours, pressing them gently onto your warm mouth.
The rustling papers told Evelyn that Cedric had awakened. “Back to work already?” she asked as she walked into the study. “Yes,” he replied as he continued his search. “My grandmother’s stories weren’t just fantasies she told me at bedtime. They happened. I believe she found the Cross of Coronado, and her journals will prove it.”
under the sheets, a squirrel popped out, its fur matted with blood, a knife in one of it’s paws. It yelled out to me THIS IS A FUCKING HOLD UP AND YES THIS IS A WRITTEN THREAT. But squirrels can’t talk to men so he stabbed me :(
So hieß doch der Typ, der mit seinem kleinen Privatflugzeug vor ein paar Jahrzehnten auf dem Roten Platz in Moskau landen wollte. Oder zumindest so ähnlich. Er war sicher ein Rustling. :)
The rustling leaves are blowing…it seems like no time at all since they were waving and shaking in a desperate attempt to escape the trees which spawned them.
The leaves rustled as the wind blew them up and around the surrounding trees. The park was abandonded that day, and Jim thought it a perfect opportunity for him to try out his new experiment. He went back to his flat and returned with a pellet gun, a flying saucer, and a jug of milk. Setting the milk on the ground, he backed up into the trees, and waited for the park ranger to arrive.
rustling… not leaves or streams hang in this summer air instead here there are no trees and no water, no mothers’ skirts to hide under. tomorrow the rustling will unfurl.
One day there was a random cat named Vernon and he like to rustle into leaves he was a cat. he liked the rustling wind and leaves and ate cake. (:
uhhhh, i have no idea what to write.
rustling cattle on a ranch and the startled cattle from rustling bushes proved for an exciting western adventure into the old west. on horses leading through streams and outback , the sun beating down and the smell os summer willing us on to find more magic in these wild landscapes
Leaves rustle. Especially in the fall, when they are slightly crunchy and dry up in the trees. I suppose the rustle during spring and summer also, when they are fresh and moist. Leaves undergo changes, as humans do, always rustling above us reminding us of their presence.
rustling in bed, the sheets moving around as you sleep and i hear you getting comfy. just the smooth sound of your body moving on the cool cotton. i get comfy with you and want to snuggle up and get close. knowing that you are there, alive, breathing moving. moving closer to me. moonlight in the window and the way you smell are so wonderful. and i sleep
The leaves are rustling
in this dark night
i step on the pedals and ride my bike
into the deep blue
counting the stars
counting the scars
sall good.
too good.
The rustling of the leaves told Benji that the bad men were hiding there in the heart of the Amazon Jungle. He sniffed at the pile, jumped into the leaves and bit down hard. Bad man #1 yelped and Bad man #2 got up and started running. Sherriff Pinsky picked him off with a slingshot from a hot air balloon shaped like Elvis Presley. It was merciful this movie never got made.
I ran through the woods pushing trees down with my hands thinking to myself “It’s time to wake up!” Then I jumped in a lake and got a drink with the fire flies.
I heard a strange noise, not knowing whether to hide or run. The rustling of the leaves became stronger, I had to hide, he was coming for me. Faster and faster, I could hear his breaths
so i’m in my bed and i hear this sound… the covers being pushed about, linen on linen, linen on feet, causing me to recoil in horror and cry out like a wounded fawn. a slithering… i was sure i felt it. once out of the bed, i gathered the courage to throw off the comforter… and there it was…. my uncle’s penis!!
The fall leaves came rustling down as John reached for a soft pillow to rest his head upon. His weary mind was lost in thought as the color of the leaves triggered a memory.
the leaves were rustling under the wolf’s paws
his yellow flecked eyes blinked at me, taking every part of me in consideration,
then after a long study he turned and walked away…
grass. bugs. animal. peacocks while camping making cat meowing noise scaring inovent kids who want to just have fun.lighthouses rule.i dont like baby sitti and idea.. rebelution is playing in a couple weeks and its in huntington….we were at and al showed snooob,… bummed…. the swimmer.. pretty lame.. i had no idea… wow.. im terrible..ii have a pinkie ring on. im also writing a birthday card..i love my car
ive already written about this. i’m so sorry that I have to again. I’m sure everyone writes the same thing about this word anyway. I’m assuming something about leaves, about fall, about colors. About rustling.
i was rustling through the bushes and found my way into the thehole. ere i found a gerbil named fd. he told me the secrets of the wood. who told me i could live for ever if i found the the talisman of borgore. the gerbil scurried back to his family and died pecefully. i know now that this little story makes absolutely no sense all i think i will stop now!
i hear a rustling in the bushes as if some animal has come to sneak in from behind. I scurry afraid that it will pounce on me. And then I peek. What do I find? is it a bird? a rabbit? no, the thing is me.
He turned in his sleep, sheets settling against his familiar form with a soft rustle. That such a small thing could be so poignant remains a sweet mystery of life.
The rustling in the trees startled me. Everything had been so quiet just a second before, and what should have been a peaceful noise made me suddenly, fearfully aware of how very alone I was.
We were rustling up some grub when we heard a mewling sound coming from the back door. We looked at each other, Ma and me, but we didn’t neither of us want to answer the sound. There was no way we were letting that ghost cat into the house — the live one had been a big enough pain in the ass.
SOmething rustling in the background, the land quiet and still. A man appears from the shadows and stares at me. I have no control, so I attack him. I Bring his throat to my knife and eat his heart. Take that, Death.
the rustling in the bushes startled me, i jumped in a panic, thinking of all the worst possible things that it could be, a wolf a feral dog maybe even a fire breathing dragon, so when my bestie jumps out i feel relieved and burst out laughing!
We were rustling in the sheets. Your hands in my hair, mine in yours. I can’t stop thinking about that spring day when the leaves rustled in the wind and you rustled my heart.
The rustling of the fabric was the only sound to give away the fact that I was not alone in the room. I opened my eyes wider, trying to see anything in the darkness, but it was as if someone had wrapped moist velvet around my face. The air was hot and stifling, and everything was totally black.
The wind is rustling through the leaves; blowing the leaves towards my body. Curling up against my feet like a puppy seeking warmth. Against the pale blue gray sky are crows. All lined up and ready to attack their prey.
like the leaves when the wind blows? coolio. although sometimes it can be disturbing and wake me up. but only in fall, you know? it can be super loud or peaceful. leaves….
Somewhere, it moved. In the dark barn, Jermemiah listened to the rustling. He didn’t know where it was – they sound was every where. Then, suddenly, the straw erupted – and it burst free.
I hear the faint rustling of the silver, satin sheets as you turn towards me, your face soft from deep slumber. Your smile lights up your face, which is softly illuminated by the morning sun. I lower my lips towards yours, pressing them gently onto your warm mouth.
The rustling papers told Evelyn that Cedric had awakened. “Back to work already?” she asked as she walked into the study. “Yes,” he replied as he continued his search. “My grandmother’s stories weren’t just fantasies she told me at bedtime. They happened. I believe she found the Cross of Coronado, and her journals will prove it.”
under the sheets, a squirrel popped out, its fur matted with blood, a knife in one of it’s paws. It yelled out to me THIS IS A FUCKING HOLD UP AND YES THIS IS A WRITTEN THREAT. But squirrels can’t talk to men so he stabbed me :(
So hieß doch der Typ, der mit seinem kleinen Privatflugzeug vor ein paar Jahrzehnten auf dem Roten Platz in Moskau landen wollte. Oder zumindest so ähnlich. Er war sicher ein Rustling. :)
The rustling leaves are blowing…it seems like no time at all since they were waving and shaking in a desperate attempt to escape the trees which spawned them.
The leaves rustled as the wind blew them up and around the surrounding trees. The park was abandonded that day, and Jim thought it a perfect opportunity for him to try out his new experiment. He went back to his flat and returned with a pellet gun, a flying saucer, and a jug of milk. Setting the milk on the ground, he backed up into the trees, and waited for the park ranger to arrive.
Leaves rustling in the trees, stirred by north winds late in August, brought his mind back to Autumn.
rustling… not leaves or streams hang in this summer air instead here there are no trees and no water, no mothers’ skirts to hide under. tomorrow the rustling will unfurl.
The rustler slowly crept through the barn his feet not even stirring the straw on the barn floor. the sheep bleated but with deft hands he caught one.
One day there was a random cat named Vernon and he like to rustle into leaves he was a cat. he liked the rustling wind and leaves and ate cake. (:
uhhhh, i have no idea what to write.
rustling cattle on a ranch and the startled cattle from rustling bushes proved for an exciting western adventure into the old west. on horses leading through streams and outback , the sun beating down and the smell os summer willing us on to find more magic in these wild landscapes
leaves through treetop windy autumn breezes through music like crickets coming in at nightfall. fireflies buzz.
Leaves rustle. Especially in the fall, when they are slightly crunchy and dry up in the trees. I suppose the rustle during spring and summer also, when they are fresh and moist. Leaves undergo changes, as humans do, always rustling above us reminding us of their presence.
what else rustles except wind? paper? tinsle? leaves? can words rustle? can people? can dogs?
rustling in bed, the sheets moving around as you sleep and i hear you getting comfy. just the smooth sound of your body moving on the cool cotton. i get comfy with you and want to snuggle up and get close. knowing that you are there, alive, breathing moving. moving closer to me. moonlight in the window and the way you smell are so wonderful. and i sleep
The leaves are rustling
in this dark night
i step on the pedals and ride my bike
into the deep blue
counting the stars
counting the scars
sall good.
too good.
The rustling of the leaves told Benji that the bad men were hiding there in the heart of the Amazon Jungle. He sniffed at the pile, jumped into the leaves and bit down hard. Bad man #1 yelped and Bad man #2 got up and started running. Sherriff Pinsky picked him off with a slingshot from a hot air balloon shaped like Elvis Presley. It was merciful this movie never got made.
wrestling leafs rusty blankets. fall.
I was walking through the forest I heard a rustling in the brush. What’s that I thought to myself. I had to investigate. Upon
I ran through the woods pushing trees down with my hands thinking to myself “It’s time to wake up!” Then I jumped in a lake and got a drink with the fire flies.
I heard a strange noise, not knowing whether to hide or run. The rustling of the leaves became stronger, I had to hide, he was coming for me. Faster and faster, I could hear his breaths
so i’m in my bed and i hear this sound… the covers being pushed about, linen on linen, linen on feet, causing me to recoil in horror and cry out like a wounded fawn. a slithering… i was sure i felt it. once out of the bed, i gathered the courage to throw off the comforter… and there it was…. my uncle’s penis!!
The fall leaves came rustling down as John reached for a soft pillow to rest his head upon. His weary mind was lost in thought as the color of the leaves triggered a memory.
the leaves were rustling under the wolf’s paws
his yellow flecked eyes blinked at me, taking every part of me in consideration,
then after a long study he turned and walked away…
grass. bugs. animal. peacocks while camping making cat meowing noise scaring inovent kids who want to just have fun.lighthouses rule.i dont like baby sitti and idea.. rebelution is playing in a couple weeks and its in huntington….we were at and al showed snooob,… bummed…. the swimmer.. pretty lame.. i had no idea… wow.. im terrible..ii have a pinkie ring on. im also writing a birthday card..i love my car
ive already written about this. i’m so sorry that I have to again. I’m sure everyone writes the same thing about this word anyway. I’m assuming something about leaves, about fall, about colors. About rustling.
i was rustling through the bushes and found my way into the thehole. ere i found a gerbil named fd. he told me the secrets of the wood. who told me i could live for ever if i found the the talisman of borgore. the gerbil scurried back to his family and died pecefully. i know now that this little story makes absolutely no sense all i think i will stop now!
i hear a rustling in the bushes as if some animal has come to sneak in from behind. I scurry afraid that it will pounce on me. And then I peek. What do I find? is it a bird? a rabbit? no, the thing is me.
He turned in his sleep, sheets settling against his familiar form with a soft rustle. That such a small thing could be so poignant remains a sweet mystery of life.
i hear the rustling of the leaves on the oak tree where we used to sit under and i missed you.
The rustling in the trees startled me. Everything had been so quiet just a second before, and what should have been a peaceful noise made me suddenly, fearfully aware of how very alone I was.
We were rustling up some grub when we heard a mewling sound coming from the back door. We looked at each other, Ma and me, but we didn’t neither of us want to answer the sound. There was no way we were letting that ghost cat into the house — the live one had been a big enough pain in the ass.
SOmething rustling in the background, the land quiet and still. A man appears from the shadows and stares at me. I have no control, so I attack him. I Bring his throat to my knife and eat his heart. Take that, Death.
the rustling in the bushes startled me, i jumped in a panic, thinking of all the worst possible things that it could be, a wolf a feral dog maybe even a fire breathing dragon, so when my bestie jumps out i feel relieved and burst out laughing!
We were rustling in the sheets. Your hands in my hair, mine in yours. I can’t stop thinking about that spring day when the leaves rustled in the wind and you rustled my heart.
The rustling of the fabric was the only sound to give away the fact that I was not alone in the room. I opened my eyes wider, trying to see anything in the darkness, but it was as if someone had wrapped moist velvet around my face. The air was hot and stifling, and everything was totally black.
The wind is rustling through the leaves; blowing the leaves towards my body. Curling up against my feet like a puppy seeking warmth. Against the pale blue gray sky are crows. All lined up and ready to attack their prey.
like the leaves when the wind blows? coolio. although sometimes it can be disturbing and wake me up. but only in fall, you know? it can be super loud or peaceful. leaves….
He was rustling my hair, told me how much he cared, funny cause dad was never there.