shield is a great thing to many. can you hide behind it forever? crouching low, the enemy in front, what are you doing? this is something everyone else can do/ what makes you different? dont ignore it justto be different. use it in a way no one else can or ever will.
He donned his protective equipment, as he gazed sternly at the hordes of indigenous warriors that stand before him. He wipes the last beads of sweat from his brow, and steadfastly grasped his sword in his right arm, and his shield in the left.
When time is running out, and you have nothing left but to react.. That split second decision between life or death, right or wrong.. Thats what determines what type of shield you wear.
He had a large shield covering him, but even it was not enough to protect him from the warrior charging at him. So he closed his eyes and braced himself for the death to about to approach. It was the certain end.
Gathering his courage and his shield, he leaped out the door into another day. Some might call it a briefcase, but to him it was a shield. Filled with every contrivance of defense imaginable, it was the counterpoint to the presentations lurking on the laptop.
I wish I had a shield right now…I’d go battle someone, seriously. Like, even if they did not feel like it I would annoy them until they had to. Maybe poop on their chest………
Shield. This is intense. Haha, I’d like to shield myself from reality, truly. A reality full of college acceptances/rejections, high-school stress, and long distance boyfriends. It’s all so hard sometimes.
I just definitely got the word shield again. I guess the words come daily, or is it just some kind of eerie coincidence? I’m not scared, but a little frustrated and annoyed. I kind of thought I’d be able to write about something different for a change, but I guess not.
“Get behind me!” Alice shouted, throwing her hands up in front of her. A translucent, circular shield flickered to life in front of them, wavering under the barrage of lasers from the approaching soldiers.
“Any ideas?” Panted Xavier, crouched behind her and eying the oncoming troops warily.
“I was hoping you had one.”
The shield I have held in my battle hand shook as I face the enemy line approaching me. I thought of the life I was leaving behind and the faces I would never see again if this victory was not ours. This was my final chance to shine. My shield ready, I charged.
I see my attitude as a shield. A lot of times I pretend to be this self sufficient person, half of the things I have, I claim I make myself and I use these sort of interesting quirks to make myself seem more interesting. I tell people I used to live in Chicago.
Every one needs a shield…An emotional one from all the evil energy that people radiate on u…Most of the time, the people you love become ur shield….They shield u from ur sorrows, ur pains, ur angst.
A shield is a protective object that warriors have used for thousands of years, types of shield include kite, box and greatshilde and shields could also be used to create a nigh unbreakable wall in battle.
A guardian spirit, a shelter from the storm, a part of your spirit no force could conquer. It’s a part of all of us, and sometimes a boon from another.
shields are silver and grey and metal and they protect everyone. They are a guard against all hurtful things: knives, guns, emotions. I hold my shield very high and very steadily, so no one will ever break through.
There’s a girl who wants to grow up to be a knight. She fought and fought but everyone said it wouldn’t work. The armor was too heavy and she couldn’t carry her sword very well, or even use it. She didn’t like the thought of blood and thought it was quite scary. She’d pass out almost every time.
Protects you when you need it. Keeps you safe from harm. It made of wood, steel, or another kind of metal. Used in war. Used by knights in shining armor!!!
My father, someone to protecct me from the world even when it is hard. The boundary between safety and danger. Somethin g acan only protect me for so long, something I must stay ahold of. something I must grip for dear life. Safety.
The barrier than no evil shall pass. The bubble that encapsulates fukk of effervescing bubbles that snap, crackle and pop. Corporations belittling school children, stealing their lunch money.
protection. to protect someone. a metaphor used for a guardian of some sort. like “i shield you from danger”. that stuff. or literally a shield. like you see in 300. that’s an awesome movie.
A shield that a knight, in his shiny armor is carrying. Hoping against all that the inforced metal would save his life against the weapons used against him in battle. Wishing that the person who made the rounded circle of metal was skilled.
i wear a sheild when I am fighting dragons. that way when the dragon breathes fire I will be protected. It also protects me from the other dragon slayers. They’re very jealous you know. You never know when they will try to stab you in the back. But wearing a shelid will protect you from them too. Plus it makes your chest look bigger.
Gerard was his shield, his everything. Protection from pain and suffering and harm.
And then he was gone, taken away from Frank in a flurry and nothing would ever be safe again.
The funeral was small, Gee’d brother and parents sobbing hysterically whilst Frank just stared at the disturbed earth, a few lonely tears streaking against his alabaster cheeks.
Nothing would ever be good or happy again.
to protect. protect you from the weather. protect me from my father. protect my best friend from cancer. to be safe from things which scare you. things which haunt you. things which you have no control over. to make you ok.
I wear a shield every day. It’s called a smile.
shield is a great thing to many. can you hide behind it forever? crouching low, the enemy in front, what are you doing? this is something everyone else can do/ what makes you different? dont ignore it justto be different. use it in a way no one else can or ever will.
He donned his protective equipment, as he gazed sternly at the hordes of indigenous warriors that stand before him. He wipes the last beads of sweat from his brow, and steadfastly grasped his sword in his right arm, and his shield in the left.
When time is running out, and you have nothing left but to react.. That split second decision between life or death, right or wrong.. Thats what determines what type of shield you wear.
He had a large shield covering him, but even it was not enough to protect him from the warrior charging at him. So he closed his eyes and braced himself for the death to about to approach. It was the certain end.
Gathering his courage and his shield, he leaped out the door into another day. Some might call it a briefcase, but to him it was a shield. Filled with every contrivance of defense imaginable, it was the counterpoint to the presentations lurking on the laptop.
I wish I had a shield right now…I’d go battle someone, seriously. Like, even if they did not feel like it I would annoy them until they had to. Maybe poop on their chest………
a sheild could mean a physical sheild for harm or a sheild for emotions, i use the latter
I have a shield in my pocket.
Shield. This is intense. Haha, I’d like to shield myself from reality, truly. A reality full of college acceptances/rejections, high-school stress, and long distance boyfriends. It’s all so hard sometimes.
Balls and cock.
I just definitely got the word shield again. I guess the words come daily, or is it just some kind of eerie coincidence? I’m not scared, but a little frustrated and annoyed. I kind of thought I’d be able to write about something different for a change, but I guess not.
“Get behind me!” Alice shouted, throwing her hands up in front of her. A translucent, circular shield flickered to life in front of them, wavering under the barrage of lasers from the approaching soldiers.
“Any ideas?” Panted Xavier, crouched behind her and eying the oncoming troops warily.
“I was hoping you had one.”
The shield I have held in my battle hand shook as I face the enemy line approaching me. I thought of the life I was leaving behind and the faces I would never see again if this victory was not ours. This was my final chance to shine. My shield ready, I charged.
I see my attitude as a shield. A lot of times I pretend to be this self sufficient person, half of the things I have, I claim I make myself and I use these sort of interesting quirks to make myself seem more interesting. I tell people I used to live in Chicago.
Police.
shield
Every one needs a shield…An emotional one from all the evil energy that people radiate on u…Most of the time, the people you love become ur shield….They shield u from ur sorrows, ur pains, ur angst.
A shield is a protective object that warriors have used for thousands of years, types of shield include kite, box and greatshilde and shields could also be used to create a nigh unbreakable wall in battle.
shield
i saw the sheild as it protected my eyes
A shield is both a burden and a blessing…often times the more protective a shield is, the heavier it is.
A guardian spirit, a shelter from the storm, a part of your spirit no force could conquer. It’s a part of all of us, and sometimes a boon from another.
shields are silver and grey and metal and they protect everyone. They are a guard against all hurtful things: knives, guns, emotions. I hold my shield very high and very steadily, so no one will ever break through.
There’s a girl who wants to grow up to be a knight. She fought and fought but everyone said it wouldn’t work. The armor was too heavy and she couldn’t carry her sword very well, or even use it. She didn’t like the thought of blood and thought it was quite scary. She’d pass out almost every time.
Protects you when you need it. Keeps you safe from harm. It made of wood, steel, or another kind of metal. Used in war. Used by knights in shining armor!!!
My father, someone to protecct me from the world even when it is hard. The boundary between safety and danger. Somethin g acan only protect me for so long, something I must stay ahold of. something I must grip for dear life. Safety.
protection
The barrier than no evil shall pass. The bubble that encapsulates fukk of effervescing bubbles that snap, crackle and pop. Corporations belittling school children, stealing their lunch money.
protection. to protect someone. a metaphor used for a guardian of some sort. like “i shield you from danger”. that stuff. or literally a shield. like you see in 300. that’s an awesome movie.
A shield that a knight, in his shiny armor is carrying. Hoping against all that the inforced metal would save his life against the weapons used against him in battle. Wishing that the person who made the rounded circle of metal was skilled.
Thou, O Lord, are a shield about me. You’re my glory, and the lifter of my head.
i wear a sheild when I am fighting dragons. that way when the dragon breathes fire I will be protected. It also protects me from the other dragon slayers. They’re very jealous you know. You never know when they will try to stab you in the back. But wearing a shelid will protect you from them too. Plus it makes your chest look bigger.
Gerard was his shield, his everything. Protection from pain and suffering and harm.
And then he was gone, taken away from Frank in a flurry and nothing would ever be safe again.
The funeral was small, Gee’d brother and parents sobbing hysterically whilst Frank just stared at the disturbed earth, a few lonely tears streaking against his alabaster cheeks.
Nothing would ever be good or happy again.
Keep safe and protect from harm? Maybe.
Captain America protects us
His shield flies through the air
cutting wayward foes in half
He’s a little rusty these days
Protection and security just two of the things brought to mind
to protect. protect you from the weather. protect me from my father. protect my best friend from cancer. to be safe from things which scare you. things which haunt you. things which you have no control over. to make you ok.
I need a shield for my car and i hope it works fine this time.
candan dandana