a book is tarnished is it is old and worn. little kids often tarnish their clothing. this is very weird idk what to write about and my spelling is terrible. so yea i dont know what else to say……………
Awareness. Thinking, being, feeling. Understanding more than what perception can tell you alone. Ability to reason, decide, extrapolate. Who am I? what am I? I am here. Now. Find the
the silver was tarnished and tucked away in a large wood cabinet. it once meant something to someone before them, before they decided to fill the home with their things and name the place their home. the silverware was left behind, the only remnants of inhabitants before their time.
the look of the table was tarnished. so many glasses had been sat upon the coffee table with no coster and at last just as she had, had nightmares about, the time of the coffee table was now. it was time to get something new. spruce up the living room and completely redecorate.
Tarnished gold faucets lined the edge of the vast bath tub. Danielle splayed her arms langoriously onto the lip of the tiles, letting her head fall back.
the knife in the drawer was tarnished. this took mary by extreme surprise seeing as she had just purchased the implement the day before. she called jack into the room, hoping he might be able to offer up some kind of explanation.
Tarnished like a silver cup. The handles rusted, brown. The flowers wilted, peeling, chewed and spit back out. So tarnished are my arms, my heart, my eyes, regurgitated by the monster that took me home.
she looked up at the tarnished woodwork, and remembered a time when her own hands had constructed the very jewlery box that was now covered with a coat of dust. she held a string of pearls once belonging to her mother, and wept for the older simpler times, and how she only now had the objects that held such a common place within them
The ring on my finger lay in the glass case, looking quite tarnished and dull. I remember the day I got it and think peacefully at the life I built because of it.
The apple tarnished the wood. The wood got dry and burned. The smoke made the forest cloudy. It was hard to walk in the forest. I fell….in the forest. It hurt. Bad. Seriously.
The table was full of tarnished silver goblets, the contents of which were spilled all over an antique lace cloth. Mary entered the room, and was overcome by the pungent odor of mildew and decaying food.
The hot water jets were at full blast, my aching fingers thrust into the boiling stream. I cringed at the futility of it all, reflexively drawing back as the pain seared through my bones once more. What did I hope to burn away? What did I hope to erase?
I could scrub this skin until it bled. I could slice clean through to the bone. I could cauterize every nerve this cursed form possessed, and it would still fail to remove the stains. My very soul was tarnished, I thought, biting my lip against the pain.
Still, I could at least hope.
I turned off the water and picked up the knife.
It may seem old to some, or it may seem like a relic, like something that has lived or someone that has lived, and it is the remnants of the world on something that was once new.
The tarnished metal locket laid in mands like a dead animal. I wanted to speak sweet words to it bring it back to life. Like a soceror, I wished to simply utter a spell and fix the broken memories.
It’s old and worn but it can be cleaned up and shine again. It implies that it’s useful simply because it’s lasted and still around – maybe the person has just lost interest in it? I think of an object but maybe it can be an idea, a thought or a concept that needs to be revitalized and used again under current circumstances/times.
I am tarnished…
No longer new
No longer valuable to those around me
I have worn our my welcome
Worn out the love that was offered to me
Tarnished beyond compare
Nothing left now… Not even I tear
Her hands slid easily across the tarnished spoon. It had been years since she walked these halls. Since she saw her home. But even now everyone had died a long time ago. Her home had fallen into ruin. It almost hurt to see it. Because she remembered it as it used to be, a place full of love and life. Until they turned their backs on her, then suddenly it wasn’t that place. As a matter of fact it wasn’t her home.
the tarnished sign pointed to the west. He looked and stared and breathed in a tired breath and walked. He felt tarnished. the landscape was tarnished. Tarnished.
I picked up the silver. It was tarnished. My heart fell a little, but my sister, noticing my sad eyes, took it from my hands and said, “Nothing a little polish can’t fight.” I gazed up at her through my lashes, grateful she was here to help with sort through this. I knew I couldn’t do it alone.
When something old doesn’t look like it did when it was brand new. The finish may have come off or it just may have a more “antique” look to it now. Not necessarily a bad thing, it just gives a product a more “aged” look.
The brass goblet intrigued her. There was something about it that called to her. It was far from beautiful, tarnished and buried within the closet. It reminded her of herself, used, abused and forgotten. But what could it be with a little hard work and love?
tarnished. When i see, hear or think about that word i think of either something dirty or rusty. I have no clue why. Well, tarnished is sort of like rusty, but more when it comes to jewelry. I REALLY DON’T KNOW.
no longer clean and pure. Something that once has value has been degraded by an outside influence over which it had no control, like tarnished silver. The silver was intrinsically beautiful and lack of care from its owners and the reality of corrosive elements in the air, which did not intend to hurt it, combined to ruin it. Or, I suppose, one can tarnish one’s name by a bad deed.
The tarnished ruins of the mirror gleamed in the wreckage of the smoldering bedroom, its shards still ready to reflect, though dimly, the truth about her acne back at her. Every pimple, every blackhead and whitehead would be visible if she only polished the damned thing. She declined to do so.
Jewelry gets tarnished, but you can get rid of the tarnish if you’d like. My aunt gave me jewelry polish. I have polish for my clarinet keys, too. Some people like tarnish and keep it intentionally. It can look nice. Tarnished can mean old or unused or whatever. What causes tarnish? Silver is what tarnishes in my mind.
Don’t send me any more texts. I feel tarnished by what you said, you can’t take it back and you can’t wipe off how I feel. It’s like a bad taste in the mouth, a metallic film. Icky and uncomfortable. Unpleasant.
Metal, glasses; it’s the way the woman’s silver looks when she’s forgotten about it. How many years had it been? Ten? Twenty? Dust on the shelves, the old silver still as tarnished as it had been. Perhaps there was a gem somewhere underneath the blackish paint that concealed it. What did she know? She did her best to forget those times. As if she could remember them anyway.
Tarnished? I was really hoping for something better than that to start with. I really have nothing interesting to say about tarnished. This is one of those words I would never use. It just sounds dumb.
dirty like it will never be the same again. sad , at opportunities lost. a distinct pinch in the heart at the lose of gleam, like gold that is no longer golden.
Old, worn, something that once was loved but now sits neglected. Probably on a shelf somewhere. Somewhere out of reach, out of sight. Out of mind. Withered, aged, wrinkles, formr glory that can’t really be restored. Like a tree being slowly worn down by the rain
Tarnished souls…like a silver pitcher that’s served so many, fingerprints obscuring it’s polished shine…yet, we can polish it again–but be warned, the more you give, the more fingerprints will reappear. Don’t stress. This is the life of the picture. Would you rather it become tarnished and unused or tarnished and well-loved?
The whole concept was tarnished based on the lies that she told It if was love then why did he feel so bad, if she was so sincer then why did her statements, which where obvlous lies, get almost accepted as fact. She tarnished the clean image that the brand carried.
it was a tarnished bowl. metal all rusty and chipped. the green enamel paint showed the years of wear that grandma put it through. tarnished, used up and loved. just like grandma. yes she was tarnished. she’d seen too much in her life and used up too much of her energy on others.
jewlery gets tarnished. many silver things do. it’s like anything good, or expensive, gets tarnished. gets rusty and dirty and gross. it can be fixed, but it can’t be prevented. not easily, at least. it’s kind of like a realistic reminder to your fine silver. that it’s not perfect. that nothing is.
a book is tarnished is it is old and worn. little kids often tarnish their clothing. this is very weird idk what to write about and my spelling is terrible. so yea i dont know what else to say……………
Awareness. Thinking, being, feeling. Understanding more than what perception can tell you alone. Ability to reason, decide, extrapolate. Who am I? what am I? I am here. Now. Find the
the silver was tarnished and tucked away in a large wood cabinet. it once meant something to someone before them, before they decided to fill the home with their things and name the place their home. the silverware was left behind, the only remnants of inhabitants before their time.
the look of the table was tarnished. so many glasses had been sat upon the coffee table with no coster and at last just as she had, had nightmares about, the time of the coffee table was now. it was time to get something new. spruce up the living room and completely redecorate.
Tarnished gold faucets lined the edge of the vast bath tub. Danielle splayed her arms langoriously onto the lip of the tiles, letting her head fall back.
the knife in the drawer was tarnished. this took mary by extreme surprise seeing as she had just purchased the implement the day before. she called jack into the room, hoping he might be able to offer up some kind of explanation.
Tarnished like a silver cup. The handles rusted, brown. The flowers wilted, peeling, chewed and spit back out. So tarnished are my arms, my heart, my eyes, regurgitated by the monster that took me home.
she looked up at the tarnished woodwork, and remembered a time when her own hands had constructed the very jewlery box that was now covered with a coat of dust. she held a string of pearls once belonging to her mother, and wept for the older simpler times, and how she only now had the objects that held such a common place within them
The ring on my finger lay in the glass case, looking quite tarnished and dull. I remember the day I got it and think peacefully at the life I built because of it.
The apple tarnished the wood. The wood got dry and burned. The smoke made the forest cloudy. It was hard to walk in the forest. I fell….in the forest. It hurt. Bad. Seriously.
Tarnished….worn…worn out with a sheen. Tarnished…is it possible to be tarnished by life experiences?
The table was full of tarnished silver goblets, the contents of which were spilled all over an antique lace cloth. Mary entered the room, and was overcome by the pungent odor of mildew and decaying food.
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The hot water jets were at full blast, my aching fingers thrust into the boiling stream. I cringed at the futility of it all, reflexively drawing back as the pain seared through my bones once more. What did I hope to burn away? What did I hope to erase?
I could scrub this skin until it bled. I could slice clean through to the bone. I could cauterize every nerve this cursed form possessed, and it would still fail to remove the stains. My very soul was tarnished, I thought, biting my lip against the pain.
Still, I could at least hope.
I turned off the water and picked up the knife.
It may seem old to some, or it may seem like a relic, like something that has lived or someone that has lived, and it is the remnants of the world on something that was once new.
The tarnished metal locket laid in mands like a dead animal. I wanted to speak sweet words to it bring it back to life. Like a soceror, I wished to simply utter a spell and fix the broken memories.
It’s old and worn but it can be cleaned up and shine again. It implies that it’s useful simply because it’s lasted and still around – maybe the person has just lost interest in it? I think of an object but maybe it can be an idea, a thought or a concept that needs to be revitalized and used again under current circumstances/times.
I am tarnished…
No longer new
No longer valuable to those around me
I have worn our my welcome
Worn out the love that was offered to me
Tarnished beyond compare
Nothing left now… Not even I tear
Her hands slid easily across the tarnished spoon. It had been years since she walked these halls. Since she saw her home. But even now everyone had died a long time ago. Her home had fallen into ruin. It almost hurt to see it. Because she remembered it as it used to be, a place full of love and life. Until they turned their backs on her, then suddenly it wasn’t that place. As a matter of fact it wasn’t her home.
the tarnished sign pointed to the west. He looked and stared and breathed in a tired breath and walked. He felt tarnished. the landscape was tarnished. Tarnished.
I picked up the silver. It was tarnished. My heart fell a little, but my sister, noticing my sad eyes, took it from my hands and said, “Nothing a little polish can’t fight.” I gazed up at her through my lashes, grateful she was here to help with sort through this. I knew I couldn’t do it alone.
When something old doesn’t look like it did when it was brand new. The finish may have come off or it just may have a more “antique” look to it now. Not necessarily a bad thing, it just gives a product a more “aged” look.
The brass goblet intrigued her. There was something about it that called to her. It was far from beautiful, tarnished and buried within the closet. It reminded her of herself, used, abused and forgotten. But what could it be with a little hard work and love?
my heart is as tarnished as an abandoned silver platter. but my mind is shinier then ever.
tarnished. When i see, hear or think about that word i think of either something dirty or rusty. I have no clue why. Well, tarnished is sort of like rusty, but more when it comes to jewelry. I REALLY DON’T KNOW.
no longer clean and pure. Something that once has value has been degraded by an outside influence over which it had no control, like tarnished silver. The silver was intrinsically beautiful and lack of care from its owners and the reality of corrosive elements in the air, which did not intend to hurt it, combined to ruin it. Or, I suppose, one can tarnish one’s name by a bad deed.
The tarnished ruins of the mirror gleamed in the wreckage of the smoldering bedroom, its shards still ready to reflect, though dimly, the truth about her acne back at her. Every pimple, every blackhead and whitehead would be visible if she only polished the damned thing. She declined to do so.
Jewelry gets tarnished, but you can get rid of the tarnish if you’d like. My aunt gave me jewelry polish. I have polish for my clarinet keys, too. Some people like tarnish and keep it intentionally. It can look nice. Tarnished can mean old or unused or whatever. What causes tarnish? Silver is what tarnishes in my mind.
Don’t send me any more texts. I feel tarnished by what you said, you can’t take it back and you can’t wipe off how I feel. It’s like a bad taste in the mouth, a metallic film. Icky and uncomfortable. Unpleasant.
Metal, glasses; it’s the way the woman’s silver looks when she’s forgotten about it. How many years had it been? Ten? Twenty? Dust on the shelves, the old silver still as tarnished as it had been. Perhaps there was a gem somewhere underneath the blackish paint that concealed it. What did she know? She did her best to forget those times. As if she could remember them anyway.
Tarnished? I was really hoping for something better than that to start with. I really have nothing interesting to say about tarnished. This is one of those words I would never use. It just sounds dumb.
dirty like it will never be the same again. sad , at opportunities lost. a distinct pinch in the heart at the lose of gleam, like gold that is no longer golden.
Old, worn, something that once was loved but now sits neglected. Probably on a shelf somewhere. Somewhere out of reach, out of sight. Out of mind. Withered, aged, wrinkles, formr glory that can’t really be restored. Like a tree being slowly worn down by the rain
as the tarnished silverware tarnished, it became quite dull. awesome. said the tarnished tarnisher cool.
Tarnished souls…like a silver pitcher that’s served so many, fingerprints obscuring it’s polished shine…yet, we can polish it again–but be warned, the more you give, the more fingerprints will reappear. Don’t stress. This is the life of the picture. Would you rather it become tarnished and unused or tarnished and well-loved?
The whole concept was tarnished based on the lies that she told It if was love then why did he feel so bad, if she was so sincer then why did her statements, which where obvlous lies, get almost accepted as fact. She tarnished the clean image that the brand carried.
A tarnished reputation. Faced with accusations and judgment from the people she cared about the most. Ashamed to reveal the truth. So she lies.
ruined
dirtied
reputation
feelings
regret
shame
honor
dignity
image
metal
misfortune
it was a tarnished bowl. metal all rusty and chipped. the green enamel paint showed the years of wear that grandma put it through. tarnished, used up and loved. just like grandma. yes she was tarnished. she’d seen too much in her life and used up too much of her energy on others.
jewlery gets tarnished. many silver things do. it’s like anything good, or expensive, gets tarnished. gets rusty and dirty and gross. it can be fixed, but it can’t be prevented. not easily, at least. it’s kind of like a realistic reminder to your fine silver. that it’s not perfect. that nothing is.