Swell is an awesome word it it fill everything it is a part of with swellness. Also if something it reaching beyond its capacity is can be seen as swelling.
“Swell!” he said. I’d love to go for an ice cream sundae. Let’s go. The soda shop was only a couple blocks away and all the kids met there after school. This time he would be there too.
The woman in the swimsuit had a swell body. Or was it a swollen body. Her arms and legs were so small, but her stomach was huge. Oh. She was going to have a baby. She floated on top of the water, belly to the sky, like a lovely porpoise. She had already eaten the fish.
The swell of the ocean reminds me of the time I felt for you. The crash of the feelings hitting the sand, like the feelings I first felt of you… then the foam, poetically pulling back… and the ocean, my Consistent love.
Yesterday I bit the tip of my tongue as I spoke too quickly, and after the initial rush of blood I was left with a tongue that felt slightly broader and heavier and didn’t quite fit in my mouth.
The swell of the ocean. Tinted by soft orange on the crests of the waves. It was something special, that was for sure. Something not even all the photos I took could capture. Something about the movement– maybe I should have taken a video? they rose and fell, rose and fell again and I was falling over, into it.
my heart swells with remorse as i look into your eyes for the man you use to be. can’t find him and i can’t help but feel responsible for destroying him.
SWELL bruses blue and walking into tables. Big red spots on little kids elbow when they walk into walls. Watching old shows like green acres when they say oh man thats swell, and stuff like that. I iwsh i hadn’t got this word its really hard. sweell i thin of hurting and bee stings.
“Well isn’t this just swell?” he thought as he watched her walk away from him. Again. Funny, he’d started taking count of how many times she’d done this. He’d done this. Watching her walk away. Then again, it was probably his fault. She liked to tell him that. “It’s your fault, you know.”
swell reminds me of the 1950’s. here is what i see: bobby and his dog scout just came in from buying a pop down at the soda fountain down the street. mom has just baked a pie which rests on the counter, and he says, mom, that smells swell. thats just swell to me.
I think it’s a swell idea – what’re you gonna do with all the money? but a nice house n settle down with the kids – rent up a different suite ev’ry week or take the lady out on the town. Well, it’s a swell idea, really, but where’re you gonna get the downpayment . . .?
Swelling like a balloon, a massive red boil and over the beach crashing, wave’s swell. Englishman passes by, and says “gov’nor what a swell day,” and it makes me want to go out for some orange scones and english muffins and grab a latte at Starbucks minus all that sugar and cream. Might’nt you come with me to enjoy it? And our chests would swell with pride in our friendship but keep prudence!
I don’t even know what the word means, as I am not a native speaker. So I will have to guess, but the only association I can make is with “swollen” which makes me think of broken bones. Accidents and stuff.
There’s nothing really swell about this day. The damn sky is gray like it’s been for a while now. I’m tired. Mostly, I’m tired of people. People are usually not swell.
it was a swell season that year. we all enjoyed the sun, the rain, the everything. each day was different, just as each relationship changed. we loved, we hated, we fought, we laughed. it was a swell season. i wish we were there again.
Well, this situation is just swell. And I say, or rather type that, with dripping sarcasm. This I say to myself as I survey the blood gushing from my eyebrow. Of course, I survey this at an odd angle, my eyebrow being above the organs one uses to see. In short, the blood is getting into my eye. This is a rather unpleasant sensation.
I felt it in my head. Swelling up with self loathing. Hating myself for ever caring about her at all. For caring about anyone at all. It hurts sometimes.
‘I had a swell time’ she said. and i believed her. i believe every word that comes out her mouth. she could she hates me and i’d leave her alone. she could say she loves me and I’d never leave her side. she say anything and i’d believe her.
its nice
good.
good enough. thats cool.
youre”swell”
my day was “swell”
super well??
you can play the piano well.
you can play the piano”good”
yeah!
super well!!
swell; it’s swell thing to be swell. Swell is a good way to be. it’s simply swell :) Swellness is the synonymous “well” of goodness. This is swell, that is swell. This is a swell website. more people should use it
it just wouldnt stop going up and up filling with water taking over the entire space soon there would be no room to move. Not sure what to do i picked up the sharpest object i could find which was not a great idea…..
sounds really swell its sounds like a word from the 70s thats a dad would say to his wife about her cooking thats swell son a dad might say when he is playing baseball and throwing a good pitch or learning how to catch. also could be described as the swelling of a bruise or legiment of some sort
Her bosoms swelled as she saw the handsome man come towards her. She took a deep calming breath and prepared to meet him, knowing that she loved him, wanted him, and would marry him.
swell makes me happy, it makes me think of happy times in a little village, spending time with mr darcy who im in love with!!!
however i just realised it can mean grow and that just makes me think of a swollen ankle or something gross about to burst
“This is swell!” He cried out in a jovial voice as he descended the steps. Grasping Eric’s hand, he pumped it up and down as he continued, “Eric, my good man! It is so good to see you again! How many years has it been?”
Eric smiled with more restraint, though there was the same pleasure at their meeting in his eyes. “Too long, Mark, far too long. How are you? And your son?”
Swell is an awesome word it it fill everything it is a part of with swellness. Also if something it reaching beyond its capacity is can be seen as swelling.
“Swell!” he said. I’d love to go for an ice cream sundae. Let’s go. The soda shop was only a couple blocks away and all the kids met there after school. This time he would be there too.
The woman in the swimsuit had a swell body. Or was it a swollen body. Her arms and legs were so small, but her stomach was huge. Oh. She was going to have a baby. She floated on top of the water, belly to the sky, like a lovely porpoise. She had already eaten the fish.
The swell of the ocean reminds me of the time I felt for you. The crash of the feelings hitting the sand, like the feelings I first felt of you… then the foam, poetically pulling back… and the ocean, my Consistent love.
Yesterday I bit the tip of my tongue as I spoke too quickly, and after the initial rush of blood I was left with a tongue that felt slightly broader and heavier and didn’t quite fit in my mouth.
The swell of the ocean. Tinted by soft orange on the crests of the waves. It was something special, that was for sure. Something not even all the photos I took could capture. Something about the movement– maybe I should have taken a video? they rose and fell, rose and fell again and I was falling over, into it.
my heart swells with remorse as i look into your eyes for the man you use to be. can’t find him and i can’t help but feel responsible for destroying him.
SWELL bruses blue and walking into tables. Big red spots on little kids elbow when they walk into walls. Watching old shows like green acres when they say oh man thats swell, and stuff like that. I iwsh i hadn’t got this word its really hard. sweell i thin of hurting and bee stings.
“Swell!”
“Who says that anymore?”
“What’s wrong with swell? It’s a swell word. I like swell.”
“What are you, from the ’50’s?”
“The 50’s were swell!”
“Stop saying that word!!!”
Waves building, lapping, filling, finding me amongst the swell. From a city failing, crashing, burning, the water frees me from this hell…
“Well isn’t this just swell?” he thought as he watched her walk away from him. Again. Funny, he’d started taking count of how many times she’d done this. He’d done this. Watching her walk away. Then again, it was probably his fault. She liked to tell him that. “It’s your fault, you know.”
Joseph is correct. Most people are NOT swell. At all. Mostly because they let their brains swell.
swell reminds me of the 1950’s. here is what i see: bobby and his dog scout just came in from buying a pop down at the soda fountain down the street. mom has just baked a pie which rests on the counter, and he says, mom, that smells swell. thats just swell to me.
I think it’s a swell idea – what’re you gonna do with all the money? but a nice house n settle down with the kids – rent up a different suite ev’ry week or take the lady out on the town. Well, it’s a swell idea, really, but where’re you gonna get the downpayment . . .?
Swelling like a balloon, a massive red boil and over the beach crashing, wave’s swell. Englishman passes by, and says “gov’nor what a swell day,” and it makes me want to go out for some orange scones and english muffins and grab a latte at Starbucks minus all that sugar and cream. Might’nt you come with me to enjoy it? And our chests would swell with pride in our friendship but keep prudence!
And he swelled up with pride.
I don’t even know what the word means, as I am not a native speaker. So I will have to guess, but the only association I can make is with “swollen” which makes me think of broken bones. Accidents and stuff.
There’s nothing really swell about this day. The damn sky is gray like it’s been for a while now. I’m tired. Mostly, I’m tired of people. People are usually not swell.
enlargement of object,body part
it was a swell season that year. we all enjoyed the sun, the rain, the everything. each day was different, just as each relationship changed. we loved, we hated, we fought, we laughed. it was a swell season. i wish we were there again.
charming, uptight, suck up, who says swell?, flowers, spring time, good weather, j. crew sweaters, floral print, high waisted skirts, love, happiness.
Well, this situation is just swell. And I say, or rather type that, with dripping sarcasm. This I say to myself as I survey the blood gushing from my eyebrow. Of course, I survey this at an odd angle, my eyebrow being above the organs one uses to see. In short, the blood is getting into my eye. This is a rather unpleasant sensation.
The swell of clouds and pink, gummy sunsets. Misawa you were so beautiful at 75 degrees watching out in my pineapple dress on the stairs for a breeze
all is swell.
really.
swell lies,
swell tries,
swell goodbyes.
really now,
can’t you see
that it’s all
swell?
Pride swells with soaring fame.
I felt it in my head. Swelling up with self loathing. Hating myself for ever caring about her at all. For caring about anyone at all. It hurts sometimes.
‘I had a swell time’ she said. and i believed her. i believe every word that comes out her mouth. she could she hates me and i’d leave her alone. she could say she loves me and I’d never leave her side. she say anything and i’d believe her.
its nice
good.
good enough. thats cool.
youre”swell”
my day was “swell”
super well??
you can play the piano well.
you can play the piano”good”
yeah!
super well!!
swell; it’s swell thing to be swell. Swell is a good way to be. it’s simply swell :) Swellness is the synonymous “well” of goodness. This is swell, that is swell. This is a swell website. more people should use it
the beauty of a summer’s day. everything seems to fall into place next to you. i feel the swell of emotion. it keeps pulling at me, appeasing me.
it just wouldnt stop going up and up filling with water taking over the entire space soon there would be no room to move. Not sure what to do i picked up the sharpest object i could find which was not a great idea…..
Quite swell I’d say. Alike the curl to this Q that I’ve seen today. Swell, swell, subtle detail. I can only say the most in very little at all.
Well, some may consider this embarrassing. I am what was once called a ‘swell’. That is, someone who has money and enjoys the finer things in life.
sounds really swell its sounds like a word from the 70s thats a dad would say to his wife about her cooking thats swell son a dad might say when he is playing baseball and throwing a good pitch or learning how to catch. also could be described as the swelling of a bruise or legiment of some sort
膨らんでください。
Her bosoms swelled as she saw the handsome man come towards her. She took a deep calming breath and prepared to meet him, knowing that she loved him, wanted him, and would marry him.
Swell.
She swelled, her knees buckled, her whole body became red. The sun beat down the beach, and beat down her smiled, her will, her face.
Like the scene in Dahl.
waves of love swell over the walls of my heart and I can no longer deny this forbidden love…
swell makes me happy, it makes me think of happy times in a little village, spending time with mr darcy who im in love with!!!
however i just realised it can mean grow and that just makes me think of a swollen ankle or something gross about to burst
“This is swell!” He cried out in a jovial voice as he descended the steps. Grasping Eric’s hand, he pumped it up and down as he continued, “Eric, my good man! It is so good to see you again! How many years has it been?”
Eric smiled with more restraint, though there was the same pleasure at their meeting in his eyes. “Too long, Mark, far too long. How are you? And your son?”