A wand just reminds me of Harry Potter. Magic. Creating completely fictional things from a piece of wood. You give it a flick and mumble some giberish.
magic
magician
harry potter
half blood prince
princess
prince
sparkle
i cant think
magic again
i like magic
magic!!!!!!!
harry potter and dumbledoor
hermionie
I picked it up and felt this weird wind winding up my spine and before I knew it I was waving the thing like mickey mouse except instead of broomsticks and oceans I was hurling emotion-bolts and clairvoyance
I went to go tell him how I really
felt about the wind,
whistling in furry-
Taking wands of death
and twisted, scraggly things
in time
with acorns and
the skeletons of trees.
wands are funny things. To the normal person they look like sticks in various shapes with various carvings or embellishments on them, but they can hold and channel incredible power. When the right wand is in the right hands, extraordinary things can occur. Life changing things.
I tried to buy a glow stick wand. I wanted to because it would be fun to wave around drunk but I didn’t. I am graduating college and I don’t need a glow stick wand. I need a plan. A glow stick wand wont make Isaiah like me. It wont make me stand out at the party. It will just wast my dollar and time, I simply can’t afford it.
Swish Swash, goes my wand. I see you standing in front of a pond. I don’t want you here, I don’t want you there, hell, I don’t want you anywhere! I’ll put you somewhere, somewhere safe. I’ll put you in a place called outer space! =P
She wanted to be able to wave a wand and have all the pieces fly back together. The pieces of herself. She didn’t want blemishes. Or cracks. Or scars. She just wanted herself back together, perfect and whole.
magic is real. this is what i feel. sometimes you dont always see it but you feel it every time. the closest thing we have to real magic is love. its real but your looking in all the wrong places. why does everyone feel the need to be loved? it never lasts
Her wand fell. Fell like a tree on the hand mirror shattering it to pieces. Pieces of her heart as she realized she’d been framed this whole time. Time she will never see again.
She wanted to be able to wave a wand and have all the pieces would fly back together. The pieces of herself. She didn’t want blemishes. Or cracks. Or scars. She just wanted herself back, perfect and whole.
If only I could ‘wave a magic wand’ and write something magical. Y’know, like Harry Potter. Something that can enchant the world, something that will spark riots– the good kind though, the ones with people roaring for my books. I wish I could write something magical. My pencil could be my wand. But that’s not the case. It’s just not. You have to work for your words and your stories, each step hard and harrowing. You can’t wave a wand and make it happen.
her delicate wrist lifted the old tattered tree branch, and she whispered some coarse, indescribable words, as she poured her heart onto the spell. pointing the wand toward her sick mother, laying on her death bed, she began whispering the spell, then grew louder and louder as she found it was not working. screaming from the top of her lungs, she was hunched over, no air left in her lungs.
there was a wand lodged through the door and the window, or i suppose in the middle of the room but the room was moving and i hadn’t slept in days and danny had gone back to where he’d come from and everyone wasn’t angry at everyone else, but i felt hallow. i don’t remember anything more.
Some people think it’s very funny to replace every ‘wand’ in the Harry Potter series with the word ‘wang’, but I disagree. Most of the time it doesn’t make sense anyway and I also feel it is a bit juvenile. I wouldn’t waste my time with it, I suppose.
I wish I had one. And turn certain things to certain other things. No, I don’t want to change my past, nor do I want to change things. Then what is it that I want? I think I don’t want the wand!
Everything fell apart. We were walking down this god forsaken road when all of sudden, n of them appeared out of nowhere – the deadmen. Things of the dreams of the best horror writers, and things that crawl around in the minds of those that wake up in a dead sweat, screaming in the middle of the night. “My wand! Now!”
hope, innocence, naiveness. Wands are the images of little girls, hoping to be pricnesses, with fairy godmorthers. with happiness, and no evil. where a simple shake of a wand will fix everything.
The wand in my hand is wrapped in gold and extends from my arm to proclaim my self-acclaimed right to fame of my own world inward taking over the world outward and the only one to blame for this proclommation of fame of my lonely world is the wand in my hand wrapped in gold.
I use my wand to control
all
all that i dont want in this world
replacing it with all i desire
wand
want
wands makes wants a reality
but we dont have magic wands
we are ourselves
with no magic to control us or our actions
which is something we all should accept…
reality
I waved my magic shoe and nothing happened. I was in a tight spot and desperate for help. Suddenly I saw the elephant in the room and waved at it in my finest diplomatic fashion. Again, nothing. Dumbo was not impressed. Suddenly I remembered the wand I always carried in my lunch pail. I wish it had been longer because being up front and personal with an elephant in order to poke at his soft underbelly wasn’t as much fun as you’d think….
i use my magic wand while i’m watching harry potter because it makes me feel like i’m a wizard jut like them and that i’m so cool! sometimes i wish i had magic powers and was magical and had a wand that i could show off and whatnot. i really wanna buy a harry potter wand but they’re too expensive but i think they’re cool!
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Wand. I used to have a magic wand. Actually I had several. I have one at the moment too. It lights up. I justified the purchase by telling myself it was a practical item. -Just cooler.
When I was younger the wands I had were magician’s wands. I had several. I had breaking wands, collapsing wands, linking wands, weighted wands… My first wand was made of wood. I loved it. I may even still have it. It’s been a while since I opened that trunk… Actually, I’m pretty sure I do still have it. I sewed a red fabric case for it, with a gold button. I’ve had that wand since I was five.
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A wand is an instrument used by witches, warlocks, and wizards. It is also used as slang for laxer(lacrosse players) for their lacrosse sticks. A wand is the main tool for anyone that uses it. It is a wonderful item and a magicak thing. It brings spritituality to whoever has one.
There it is standing before me the one thing I have waited all my life to find that which has alluded me in all my travels searching for it but here it is standing before me finally the elder wand is with in my grasp with it I will be unstoppable.
She thought it was a magic wand. It was, however, simply a stick she picked up in the back yard. To her, the world she had created was real. She was a fairy godmother today. Tomorrow she would be a super star soccer player. Her mother knew better than to tell her differently. This girl would grow to be anything she wanted to be. No
Hmmm… I wish I had a magic wand to change this word of the day. :) All I can think about is Harry Potter. Which we love, by the way. But… yeah… not so much more. Sorry…
i waved my wand when i was a kid. i imagined glitter exploding from the tip… i wish i had a wand know. i wish i could wave it, and everything would be different.
The wand of a wizard is his most useful tool. Without one, he is alone, defeseless. With one, impervious to harm. How can we except ajktjaiojwalktjnlaskjnmfawietoelkjdasssssssssssssajdfaleurwoaj;dlkja;lijwerljkadjfkla;ddddddddddddddddddddddjfaieworja;ufkdsjdfal;djfa;ldkjfa;ldfj. alfjalieruowjlkajdflawieroauwjfpaojerlakjf Flowering plants.
I remember when my teacher in 5th grade carried, what I thought was a wand. It was more like a ruler thingy, but I thought it was a wand the way she kept waving it in the air. She would point at kids with it and I’d imagine her turning all the boys into frogs. I loved that teacher and found out years later that she died…
The six year old swung her wand around as she was twirling round & round. She was princess. Bright eyes, adorable smile. Oh, the little things in life.
She raised her hands high above her hand, wand in the left and chalice in the right, and… absolutely nothing happened. No spark of light. No dazzling display. The curse wasn’t reversed at all.
Her laughter was nervous and embarrassed. “Let’s try that again.”
harry potter. he waves his wand and good things happen — bad guys die, things are found, rats become teacups. things, unfortunately, don’t happen like this in real life. in real life, you’ve got to find a different way to deal with bad guys, find things by searching on your hands and knees for hours at a time, and give your rats to an animal shelter and go buy teacups.
Do you mean my magic Harry Potter wand? The wand I bought online? The wand I wish I had, to make magic and fun and merriment? I don’t have a wand that works, not for magic anyway. I have a wand on a vacuum cleaner, not much fun there, but that’s it. I’m reading a book about witches called “A Discovery of Witches” and there are no wands there either, though there’s plenty of magic.
A wand just reminds me of Harry Potter. Magic. Creating completely fictional things from a piece of wood. You give it a flick and mumble some giberish.
magic
magician
harry potter
half blood prince
princess
prince
sparkle
i cant think
magic again
i like magic
magic!!!!!!!
harry potter and dumbledoor
hermionie
I picked it up and felt this weird wind winding up my spine and before I knew it I was waving the thing like mickey mouse except instead of broomsticks and oceans I was hurling emotion-bolts and clairvoyance
harry potter ron, hermoine, lupin, tonks, Teddy,ro ooo
I really don’t know what’s wand!
I went to go tell him how I really
felt about the wind,
whistling in furry-
Taking wands of death
and twisted, scraggly things
in time
with acorns and
the skeletons of trees.
wands are funny things. To the normal person they look like sticks in various shapes with various carvings or embellishments on them, but they can hold and channel incredible power. When the right wand is in the right hands, extraordinary things can occur. Life changing things.
I tried to buy a glow stick wand. I wanted to because it would be fun to wave around drunk but I didn’t. I am graduating college and I don’t need a glow stick wand. I need a plan. A glow stick wand wont make Isaiah like me. It wont make me stand out at the party. It will just wast my dollar and time, I simply can’t afford it.
Swish Swash, goes my wand. I see you standing in front of a pond. I don’t want you here, I don’t want you there, hell, I don’t want you anywhere! I’ll put you somewhere, somewhere safe. I’ll put you in a place called outer space! =P
She wanted to be able to wave a wand and have all the pieces fly back together. The pieces of herself. She didn’t want blemishes. Or cracks. Or scars. She just wanted herself back together, perfect and whole.
And that would require magic.
magic is real. this is what i feel. sometimes you dont always see it but you feel it every time. the closest thing we have to real magic is love. its real but your looking in all the wrong places. why does everyone feel the need to be loved? it never lasts
Her wand fell. Fell like a tree on the hand mirror shattering it to pieces. Pieces of her heart as she realized she’d been framed this whole time. Time she will never see again.
wand with a star on it is was Glenda had to set off her pink sparkled dress and huge crown in the wizard of oz
She wanted to be able to wave a wand and have all the pieces would fly back together. The pieces of herself. She didn’t want blemishes. Or cracks. Or scars. She just wanted herself back, perfect and whole.
And that would require magic.
If only I could ‘wave a magic wand’ and write something magical. Y’know, like Harry Potter. Something that can enchant the world, something that will spark riots– the good kind though, the ones with people roaring for my books. I wish I could write something magical. My pencil could be my wand. But that’s not the case. It’s just not. You have to work for your words and your stories, each step hard and harrowing. You can’t wave a wand and make it happen.
her delicate wrist lifted the old tattered tree branch, and she whispered some coarse, indescribable words, as she poured her heart onto the spell. pointing the wand toward her sick mother, laying on her death bed, she began whispering the spell, then grew louder and louder as she found it was not working. screaming from the top of her lungs, she was hunched over, no air left in her lungs.
there was a wand lodged through the door and the window, or i suppose in the middle of the room but the room was moving and i hadn’t slept in days and danny had gone back to where he’d come from and everyone wasn’t angry at everyone else, but i felt hallow. i don’t remember anything more.
Some people think it’s very funny to replace every ‘wand’ in the Harry Potter series with the word ‘wang’, but I disagree. Most of the time it doesn’t make sense anyway and I also feel it is a bit juvenile. I wouldn’t waste my time with it, I suppose.
I wish I had one. And turn certain things to certain other things. No, I don’t want to change my past, nor do I want to change things. Then what is it that I want? I think I don’t want the wand!
Everything fell apart. We were walking down this god forsaken road when all of sudden, n of them appeared out of nowhere – the deadmen. Things of the dreams of the best horror writers, and things that crawl around in the minds of those that wake up in a dead sweat, screaming in the middle of the night. “My wand! Now!”
hope, innocence, naiveness. Wands are the images of little girls, hoping to be pricnesses, with fairy godmorthers. with happiness, and no evil. where a simple shake of a wand will fix everything.
The wand in my hand is wrapped in gold and extends from my arm to proclaim my self-acclaimed right to fame of my own world inward taking over the world outward and the only one to blame for this proclommation of fame of my lonely world is the wand in my hand wrapped in gold.
I use my wand to control
all
all that i dont want in this world
replacing it with all i desire
wand
want
wands makes wants a reality
but we dont have magic wands
we are ourselves
with no magic to control us or our actions
which is something we all should accept…
reality
I waved my magic shoe and nothing happened. I was in a tight spot and desperate for help. Suddenly I saw the elephant in the room and waved at it in my finest diplomatic fashion. Again, nothing. Dumbo was not impressed. Suddenly I remembered the wand I always carried in my lunch pail. I wish it had been longer because being up front and personal with an elephant in order to poke at his soft underbelly wasn’t as much fun as you’d think….
i use my magic wand while i’m watching harry potter because it makes me feel like i’m a wizard jut like them and that i’m so cool! sometimes i wish i had magic powers and was magical and had a wand that i could show off and whatnot. i really wanna buy a harry potter wand but they’re too expensive but i think they’re cool!
magic harry potter magician feminine cosmo wanda hermoine stick fairy witch wizard warlock spell cast fishing rod tales story make believe curse voodoo
Wand. I used to have a magic wand. Actually I had several. I have one at the moment too. It lights up. I justified the purchase by telling myself it was a practical item. -Just cooler.
When I was younger the wands I had were magician’s wands. I had several. I had breaking wands, collapsing wands, linking wands, weighted wands… My first wand was made of wood. I loved it. I may even still have it. It’s been a while since I opened that trunk… Actually, I’m pretty sure I do still have it. I sewed a red fabric case for it, with a gold button. I’ve had that wand since I was five.
wizards of waverly place death harry potter dragons merlin blue stars harry dinosaurs fire dungeon kill stab spiders death laugh spells cooking magical people cleaning door closing selena gomez another world people with powers.
A wand is an instrument used by witches, warlocks, and wizards. It is also used as slang for laxer(lacrosse players) for their lacrosse sticks. A wand is the main tool for anyone that uses it. It is a wonderful item and a magicak thing. It brings spritituality to whoever has one.
There it is standing before me the one thing I have waited all my life to find that which has alluded me in all my travels searching for it but here it is standing before me finally the elder wand is with in my grasp with it I will be unstoppable.
She thought it was a magic wand. It was, however, simply a stick she picked up in the back yard. To her, the world she had created was real. She was a fairy godmother today. Tomorrow she would be a super star soccer player. Her mother knew better than to tell her differently. This girl would grow to be anything she wanted to be. No
Hmmm… I wish I had a magic wand to change this word of the day. :) All I can think about is Harry Potter. Which we love, by the way. But… yeah… not so much more. Sorry…
i waved my wand when i was a kid. i imagined glitter exploding from the tip… i wish i had a wand know. i wish i could wave it, and everything would be different.
The wand of a wizard is his most useful tool. Without one, he is alone, defeseless. With one, impervious to harm. How can we except ajktjaiojwalktjnlaskjnmfawietoelkjdasssssssssssssajdfaleurwoaj;dlkja;lijwerljkadjfkla;ddddddddddddddddddddddjfaieworja;ufkdsjdfal;djfa;ldkjfa;ldfj. alfjalieruowjlkajdflawieroauwjfpaojerlakjf Flowering plants.
I remember when my teacher in 5th grade carried, what I thought was a wand. It was more like a ruler thingy, but I thought it was a wand the way she kept waving it in the air. She would point at kids with it and I’d imagine her turning all the boys into frogs. I loved that teacher and found out years later that she died…
The six year old swung her wand around as she was twirling round & round. She was princess. Bright eyes, adorable smile. Oh, the little things in life.
Oh, my glorious wand, I remember each minute, exquisite detail of it, I long for those days of old, when I was permitted to practice my craft.
She raised her hands high above her hand, wand in the left and chalice in the right, and… absolutely nothing happened. No spark of light. No dazzling display. The curse wasn’t reversed at all.
Her laughter was nervous and embarrassed. “Let’s try that again.”
harry potter. he waves his wand and good things happen — bad guys die, things are found, rats become teacups. things, unfortunately, don’t happen like this in real life. in real life, you’ve got to find a different way to deal with bad guys, find things by searching on your hands and knees for hours at a time, and give your rats to an animal shelter and go buy teacups.
Do you mean my magic Harry Potter wand? The wand I bought online? The wand I wish I had, to make magic and fun and merriment? I don’t have a wand that works, not for magic anyway. I have a wand on a vacuum cleaner, not much fun there, but that’s it. I’m reading a book about witches called “A Discovery of Witches” and there are no wands there either, though there’s plenty of magic.