I wish I had one. That would mean I didn’t belong to this world, but of another that didn’t center around people that want to ruin each other. I would be doing something more important in this world than math and breaking hearts.
The wand broke, and so did the world. Angry hands threw her back against the wall, cracking her skull. The wandbits lodged in her skin, hair, and teeth. She tasted hair and pus and firelight and realized she was lying facedown in a pool of blood and magic.
The teacher’s pointer was a wand and she was a doer of magic to say the least. Whatever the words coming out of her mouth were, we listened awful attentively.
I just hate my life, I hate how nothings ever write. I hate how im still stuck in that road and not knowing where to go to, and where to cross. And just watching everyone else go by me and have everything they want and be happy.
Why can’t I be happy like them???
She looked around for spectators and, finding none, scooped the stick off the ground. It may have been her most perfect one yet; it had grown no leaves or branches, so it was smooth, but it had also avoided the advances of moss and fungus, so it was clean. Lifting it over her head, she extended her opposite hand and flicked the wand experimentally.
magic wand, that fairies have, they make any wish come true, even if it is physically impossible. I don’t need it but sometimes it would be nice to have it, just to see the glympse of the fifth dimension.
it takes me back to those fairy tales- that time when me and my grams spent the whole day painting my room at her house purple and how we always collected those fairies. i wasn’t a princess, but i always wanted wings and magic dust
Every time I think about it. That dang thing just seems to reappear right where I had it a moment ago. It’s as if the thing just won’t leave me alone. I don’t understand why this…wand won’t just disappear. I don’t want it! I don’t need it!
It was crimson with a long winding end. It was knotted like a tree branch, but without the splinters. It was smooth and shined like diamonds in the sunlight. Her fingers gripped the end of it with urgency. She was needed and there was no time to get to where she needed to be. This wand, this stick, was supposed to get her there, but so far it hadn’t done anything, but rest between her slender fingers. What a waste of wood.
A magic wand. Geez. What a concept. A magic stick that you can wave around and make things happen. why is it a wand? why not a magic ball? or hat? or shirt? or gun? those things make things happen anyway.
wand
a magic wand you say?
well hey
let give it a play
maybe it will tell me what to say
every day
so i dont get into so much trouble
with my words and verbs
past tense
perturbed
matured
If you believe there is a magic wand cure to you’re troubles, then there just might be. It’s much better to believe in the unbelievable than to be cynical for the rest of your life.
“I got the magic stick, I know if I can hit once, then Voldemort’s mine, I am a bad ass wizard , Cho you don’t believe me? Then call me tonight, and I’ll show you magic.” – Harry Potter
A WAND IS SOMETHING YOU PUT ON YOUR HAND TO MAKE MAGIC. MOST WANDS ARE USED BY WIZARDS AND GOONIES IM NOT SURE WHY I JUST WROTE THAT MY SON LIKES HARRYPOTTER BUT HE THINKS ITS A LITTLE CREEPY. MOST WANDS REPRESENT SOME SORT OF MAGIC MAGIC COMES IN ALL KINDS OF VARIETY THEIR IS BLACK MAGIC WHICH IS DARK AND EVIL USUALLY REPRESENTS SATANIC GHOSTS. OTHER WANDS ARE GOOD LIKE A FAIRY GODMOTHER OR THE TOOTHFAIRY YOU WISH THEY WAVE THE WAND AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOUR WISH IS COMING TRUE. NOT SURE WHY THIS CANT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE I WAVE THE WAND AND MY HUSBAND DISAPPEARS…THATS IT IM DONE THE WORK WAND SUCKS I WISH I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A COOLER WORD LIKE DIVORCE OR AFFAIR WHEN SHOULD I STOP WRITING OH WELL EVERYONE THINKS I AM REALLY BUSY AT WORK TYPING AWAY…IS IT FRIDAY YET NO NOT YET OK IM DONE…
I started up the flitty hill towards the fairy-like monster.
I told her to STOP and shake her wand a little to the left and a little to the right.
she shook her booty instead.
That’s NOT what I meant.
He held the wand over his head like a curse. He’d never wanted this, but it came to him like a hurricane hurdling out of control toward his life. As he said the word, “poof”, the children stared wide-eyed, and he became, once again..their hero, if only for a moment.
She found a magic wand inside her purse. She picked it up and waved it around like a fairy princess. When she did it, all of a sudden everyone in the restaurant turned into zebras. :(
Wand, a German word for Wall. The wall we all hit. Call it a block, a boundary, an exclusion to going forward. I would like to wave my wand and make the Wand go away.
the stick was long and slender, dark mahogany, with an intricate handle carved near the base. When he picked it up off the dirt road, he thought it must have only been a trick, like something you would find at a fair.
Even though he’d had it for some time now, having a wand that had belonged to someone else felt strange. Not off, not quite, but certainly *strange*. And the fact that this particular wand had belonged to *Draco Malfoy* made Harry want to break it on principle alone.
The harry potter series is based on the wizarding world. They hold allof their livilhood in a magic stick’ve, or wand. Eachwandds a special place in eachwizardsheart because “it is the want that choosesthe wizard.” Olivander was established sometime in the early B.C. but then where were wands made before then? I’ve always wondered if some wizards crafted there own and if so, what became of them?
It was like he had waved a magic wand and changed my life. Suddenly, I could see so much more in life than I previously was able to. Everything was different. And I liked it. That was a first.
And as she pulled her wand from it’s sheath like so many times before she thought to herself “Where do these people go?”. With that she pointed and yet another enemy disappeared.
Yes, a magic wand that would make me. . .what? Beautiful? No. . . beauty doesn’t bring happiness. Happy?
the wand kissed my shoulder as I awaited a coming miracle, a transformation, a new beginning.
I wish I had one. That would mean I didn’t belong to this world, but of another that didn’t center around people that want to ruin each other. I would be doing something more important in this world than math and breaking hearts.
The wand broke, and so did the world. Angry hands threw her back against the wall, cracking her skull. The wandbits lodged in her skin, hair, and teeth. She tasted hair and pus and firelight and realized she was lying facedown in a pool of blood and magic.
Magic wands. Smoke and mirrors. That’s all any of this was. Just a bunch of bullshit.
The teacher’s pointer was a wand and she was a doer of magic to say the least. Whatever the words coming out of her mouth were, we listened awful attentively.
I just hate my life, I hate how nothings ever write. I hate how im still stuck in that road and not knowing where to go to, and where to cross. And just watching everyone else go by me and have everything they want and be happy.
Why can’t I be happy like them???
She looked around for spectators and, finding none, scooped the stick off the ground. It may have been her most perfect one yet; it had grown no leaves or branches, so it was smooth, but it had also avoided the advances of moss and fungus, so it was clean. Lifting it over her head, she extended her opposite hand and flicked the wand experimentally.
When ever I think or hear of wand, I think of Harry Potter and all the times with my friends that we’re spent together.
if there was a spell to bind us at the hips
i would kiss your lips
and forget about july
magic wand, that fairies have, they make any wish come true, even if it is physically impossible. I don’t need it but sometimes it would be nice to have it, just to see the glympse of the fifth dimension.
it takes me back to those fairy tales- that time when me and my grams spent the whole day painting my room at her house purple and how we always collected those fairies. i wasn’t a princess, but i always wanted wings and magic dust
Every time I think about it. That dang thing just seems to reappear right where I had it a moment ago. It’s as if the thing just won’t leave me alone. I don’t understand why this…wand won’t just disappear. I don’t want it! I don’t need it!
It was crimson with a long winding end. It was knotted like a tree branch, but without the splinters. It was smooth and shined like diamonds in the sunlight. Her fingers gripped the end of it with urgency. She was needed and there was no time to get to where she needed to be. This wand, this stick, was supposed to get her there, but so far it hadn’t done anything, but rest between her slender fingers. What a waste of wood.
A magic wand. Geez. What a concept. A magic stick that you can wave around and make things happen. why is it a wand? why not a magic ball? or hat? or shirt? or gun? those things make things happen anyway.
If I had a wand it would be 14” and made of ebony with a gold core. Useful for charms.
wand
a magic wand you say?
well hey
let give it a play
maybe it will tell me what to say
every day
so i dont get into so much trouble
with my words and verbs
past tense
perturbed
matured
He waved his supposedly magic wand and perhaps not so surprisingly, nothing happened. Story of his life really.
If you believe there is a magic wand cure to you’re troubles, then there just might be. It’s much better to believe in the unbelievable than to be cynical for the rest of your life.
“I got the magic stick, I know if I can hit once, then Voldemort’s mine, I am a bad ass wizard , Cho you don’t believe me? Then call me tonight, and I’ll show you magic.” – Harry Potter
Magical, beautiful fantasies come to life, spark, glitter and love.Happy and light. Thin and heavenly…cake.
A WAND IS SOMETHING YOU PUT ON YOUR HAND TO MAKE MAGIC. MOST WANDS ARE USED BY WIZARDS AND GOONIES IM NOT SURE WHY I JUST WROTE THAT MY SON LIKES HARRYPOTTER BUT HE THINKS ITS A LITTLE CREEPY. MOST WANDS REPRESENT SOME SORT OF MAGIC MAGIC COMES IN ALL KINDS OF VARIETY THEIR IS BLACK MAGIC WHICH IS DARK AND EVIL USUALLY REPRESENTS SATANIC GHOSTS. OTHER WANDS ARE GOOD LIKE A FAIRY GODMOTHER OR THE TOOTHFAIRY YOU WISH THEY WAVE THE WAND AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOUR WISH IS COMING TRUE. NOT SURE WHY THIS CANT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE I WAVE THE WAND AND MY HUSBAND DISAPPEARS…THATS IT IM DONE THE WORK WAND SUCKS I WISH I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A COOLER WORD LIKE DIVORCE OR AFFAIR WHEN SHOULD I STOP WRITING OH WELL EVERYONE THINKS I AM REALLY BUSY AT WORK TYPING AWAY…IS IT FRIDAY YET NO NOT YET OK IM DONE…
The fairy floated serenely through the boughs of the willow tree that housed her greatest treasure- her magic wand.
I started up the flitty hill towards the fairy-like monster.
I told her to STOP and shake her wand a little to the left and a little to the right.
she shook her booty instead.
That’s NOT what I meant.
He held the wand over his head like a curse. He’d never wanted this, but it came to him like a hurricane hurdling out of control toward his life. As he said the word, “poof”, the children stared wide-eyed, and he became, once again..their hero, if only for a moment.
She waved her magic wand and it was all over.
I was in love – completely, deeply, and totally. In a way that had never happened before.
Of course, the wand in question was a roll of paper towels, and we were in my local Wegman’s supermarket.
swishy swish swish MWAHAHAHA alakazam ZAP as my little sister likes to say~ you are now a frog.
She found a magic wand inside her purse. She picked it up and waved it around like a fairy princess. When she did it, all of a sudden everyone in the restaurant turned into zebras. :(
there is stardust lacing my fingertips,
the twinkle of magic saturating the air.
you’ve made me whole,
with your soft whispers,
and your magic wand.
you charm me to pieces.
Wand, a German word for Wall. The wall we all hit. Call it a block, a boundary, an exclusion to going forward. I would like to wave my wand and make the Wand go away.
The bubble wand, saturated with soap, fell out of her hands and on to the floor.
“What we do now?” she asked.
“We pick it up, because that’s what people do when things go wrong.”
the stick was long and slender, dark mahogany, with an intricate handle carved near the base. When he picked it up off the dirt road, he thought it must have only been a trick, like something you would find at a fair.
Even though he’d had it for some time now, having a wand that had belonged to someone else felt strange. Not off, not quite, but certainly *strange*. And the fact that this particular wand had belonged to *Draco Malfoy* made Harry want to break it on principle alone.
This was just his luck, really.
The bubble wand, wet in her hands, dropped to the floor.
“What we do now?” she asked
“We pick it up, because thats what people do when something goes wrong.”
harry potter. ollivanders. flowers. magic. bird in a cage. dunk tank. carnivals. clowns. circus. horses. poop. stall. toliet. toliet paper. trees. nature. garden. weeds. MJ. funny. comedians.
The harry potter series is based on the wizarding world. They hold allof their livilhood in a magic stick’ve, or wand. Eachwandds a special place in eachwizardsheart because “it is the want that choosesthe wizard.” Olivander was established sometime in the early B.C. but then where were wands made before then? I’ve always wondered if some wizards crafted there own and if so, what became of them?
lanterns and fairy wings
muffled giggles
illuminated silhouettes
beribboned wands
happily ensconced
in the land of make believe
It was like he had waved a magic wand and changed my life. Suddenly, I could see so much more in life than I previously was able to. Everything was different. And I liked it. That was a first.
And as she pulled her wand from it’s sheath like so many times before she thought to herself “Where do these people go?”. With that she pointed and yet another enemy disappeared.
Magic and child’s play. Harry potter and halloween. Oh the dreams we once had and are no longer allowed..sadness fills me…a bit of melancholy…