Magical. Definitley. Golden, for sure. Waving above someone, something, setting things right. Maybe making things worse, but always with the best intentions. The stuff of dreams, fairy tales. Some lost wish.
Harry raised his wand, reading to send the charm flying down the hall. A flash of red to his left halted his arm. Ginny. He stood there, half dazed until Hermione said, “Harry, whatever is the matter with you?”
when I think of a wand I think of Harry Potter….I mean, who doesn’t? He has become a cult, a world-wide ambushed idea…that there can be magic and an entire other world. Who doesn’t want to live in a place where anything is possible? That all of your dreams and fantasy can come true!
Magician, directing time and space, all within the mind, as if his mind is the wand iself: wandering thought. His imagination is within the wand, encompassing the existence it claims to be. He’s to be an extension of it, commanding his thought as the palpable.
The commander is confidence with his wand, exerting his potency within the will which it symbolizes. He’s strength is in the clear, enhanced with the imagination his, one of a brilliant magician.
i like magic wands. they make wishes come true!!! like in the fairly oddparents. that show was hilarious. it got even better when poof got there, but the originals are still awesome. i wish i could be a fairy. that would be amazing to be able to poof up whatever you wanted. wizards use wands too. i think being a wizard could be awesome too like on wizards of waverly place
i wish i had a magic wand to wave away everything that had ever happened to me. the good, the bad, the ugly – all of it. not that i don’t love my life right now. but have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had the chance to start it all over? do everything again? would you make all the wrong decisions or all the right ones?
he wiped his wand out of his ruck sack. it was go time. the monster flew at him, and he shot a bold of lightning out of his wand straight into its hary chest. the monster fell to the ground.dead.
WAND – AGAIN — are there other words – if i had a magic wand i would skip wand and write about something else. like soup or something. soup is even more interesting than a wand – the things you can do with SOUP!!!! you can eat it and and and — well thats it actually
wand —- magic? who wouldnt say magic. phallic maybe? my phallic wand. stop and shop novels here I come. she lusted heavily for a phallic wand. why do they put those books next to the shrek coloring books? hell if i know –
As in what wizards carry? Or Wanda Sykes? also has the word “and” in it . . . Cast spells like some shitty magician, is there a rabbit coming out of my hat? You dont’ see many “w” words nowadays . . .
I waved my wand and shouted, “Drakenious” to summon a dragon. He was a badass dragon with spikes lining down his back, chains casted on his legs, thousand horns on his head, and had raging flames as his wings. His fierce yellow eyes searched the room for his meal. He sniffed Harry Potter and his friends with his acute sense of smell and obliterated Harry Potter and his friends with his flash fire blast. Then, he dashed across the dungeon to smother the Twilight cast except for the cool, handsome werewolves. “Hmmmm….vampire meat is very tasty,” said the dragon as he slowly chewed the remains of the Twilight cast to enjoy his meal. “Thank you very much for summoning me.” I bowed, “You are very welcome.” I opened the portal to the dragon’s cozy home in desolate mountains powdered with snow. He stuffed all of the corpses into his mouth and darted into the portal.
how will we discover magic? the wisp of light that seeps from the ancient oak entwines us both in its history. how can beauty exist in the musty earth?
Harry Potter has a wand. Hermione Granger has a wand. They are both really good at using their wands. They are excellent at casting spells with that wand. They love magic. It is cool. Wand wand wand.
i want to have one and make someone disappear just in front of me, really, that’d be useful. So many troubles, besides, there could be no left overs… or there could be a lot, your choice!!!
The magician held the magic wand, and he waved it. When he waved it, a fireball came out of the tip of the wand and flew towards the goblin. The fireball missed the creature, however, and it flew towards the brick wall instead.
it reminds me of either magic people or toilets. i guess styling wands, or even steam wands i heard today. lame shit i guess. wand is the first 4/5 of the name Wanda. which sounds a lot like panda!
want shares the same first 3 letters as want, wang and wane
I wish I had a wand. Harry Potter’s friend, Hermione Granger’s wand. It’s really pretty. If not, I think I would like my wand to be made out of Willow with a pheonix feather inside.
When princess priscilla grabbed the wand her arch enemy dirty diana threw a spear straight into her heart. She died a slow painful death but once deceased her spirit soared as silver butterflies to the heavens.
I have a wand. It’s a beautiful ash wand that my wife bought for me. I believe it has magical powers. It hasn’t done anything yet…but I know it’s there. And isn’t that great.
Harry grabbed his wand and set off on his latest adventure. I grabbed mine as well. As he battled dementors and dueled death eaters so did I. He there and me under my covers at night with a flashlight.
Wand. Magic. No one really knows why the two of them work. I don’t know how he handles her controlling issues and I don’t understand how she deals with how immature he is. But I guess that’s the magic of true love. You don’t have to understand it, and it doesn’t need to make perfect sense. You just have to respect it, and accept it.
I don’t think that anyone has ever really used a real wand. One taken from the roots of an old and dying tree. To summon upon one’s tru life would be to find ones tree that only they can grasp a wand from, and only they can use.
She is slightly disappointed when they leave the shop. It is not made up of unicorn hair or willow wood or anything remotely feminine at all. It is a plain and solid hickory with a bit of Common Ridgeback heartstring, an average wand reeking of cleaning charms and vegetable spells and mediocrity.
Oh a magic wand was what i always wanted. Just a wand to wave and all my problems would go away. Alas the real world does not come equipped with a magic wand. Thats what i thought until I turned sixteen and discovered the magic of alcohol.
She whisked it around my head and said something I didn’t understand. Bewildered I fell back feeling the magic rush in my veins. I was someone new now…. Reborn.
I wish I had a wand. It wields such powerful and life-changing results. Even when you are simply casting a repairing or cleaning spell, you are irrevocably changing things without really lifting a finger. To me, wands represent freedom, imagination, power, and creativity.
wand, fairy wand, i want a wand, i think of harry potter when I think of wand and his owl that goes along with it. I feel like a first grader writing about a stupid word and what I think about it. I wonder what this is for. Andrea is staring at me, I don’t know how I feel about that. I want a wand though. I nice one with peacock feathers.
i wish i had a magic wand. if i did, i would turn back time. fix all the mistakes i made. or i would go back to the day i met him, and never see him again.
“Let go of the stick Stacy, it’s not an effing wand.”
“Leave me alone,” she growled.
“Fine,” I told her, relinquishing my grip, “but don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself.”
I wish that I had a magic wand to wave over negativity and sorrow and replace it with positivity and happiness. Maybe I already do and it is broken and in the shop. Or perhaps the batteries are dead. Since it is not functional I guess I just have to deal with life as it is. Until I get a new one.
There was once a want that did not have magical powers, in fact, it was one of the most ordinary object on the face of the earth. What a disappointment. Not everything is always as it appears. And that stupid stick ended up in some little kid’s eye.
wand is beast
wand is awesome
wand is cool
wand is the thing to grant a wish that you need.
” when your not strong, it’ll be your friend, it’ll help you carry on!”
Magestic and magical, the wand whispers as it glides back and forth, back and froth in my hand. Oh great majestic wand, will you grant me the wish i seek of seeing the world frozen in time, paralized, like a stone. Lonely forever to come and foreever to go.
When I was young I used to play with those glitter wands, filled with oil and sequins and sparkles. I had a pink one. I would pretend I was a fairy and everything my wand would touch would live a long, happy life.
Magical. Definitley. Golden, for sure. Waving above someone, something, setting things right. Maybe making things worse, but always with the best intentions. The stuff of dreams, fairy tales. Some lost wish.
Harry raised his wand, reading to send the charm flying down the hall. A flash of red to his left halted his arm. Ginny. He stood there, half dazed until Hermione said, “Harry, whatever is the matter with you?”
when I think of a wand I think of Harry Potter….I mean, who doesn’t? He has become a cult, a world-wide ambushed idea…that there can be magic and an entire other world. Who doesn’t want to live in a place where anything is possible? That all of your dreams and fantasy can come true!
Magician, directing time and space, all within the mind, as if his mind is the wand iself: wandering thought. His imagination is within the wand, encompassing the existence it claims to be. He’s to be an extension of it, commanding his thought as the palpable.
The commander is confidence with his wand, exerting his potency within the will which it symbolizes. He’s strength is in the clear, enhanced with the imagination his, one of a brilliant magician.
He raised his wand threateningly and she resisted the temptation to shy away.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“No,” she made her voice strong.
“You should be.”
And then the world was on fire, and she screamed.
She waved it at his chest, praying it would work. “Abracadabra,” she whispered desperately, her eyes shut tight.
But her magic wand was only a chopstick from her kitchen drawer, and he would never love her.
i like magic wands. they make wishes come true!!! like in the fairly oddparents. that show was hilarious. it got even better when poof got there, but the originals are still awesome. i wish i could be a fairy. that would be amazing to be able to poof up whatever you wanted. wizards use wands too. i think being a wizard could be awesome too like on wizards of waverly place
i wish i had a magic wand to wave away everything that had ever happened to me. the good, the bad, the ugly – all of it. not that i don’t love my life right now. but have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had the chance to start it all over? do everything again? would you make all the wrong decisions or all the right ones?
he wiped his wand out of his ruck sack. it was go time. the monster flew at him, and he shot a bold of lightning out of his wand straight into its hary chest. the monster fell to the ground.dead.
WAND – AGAIN — are there other words – if i had a magic wand i would skip wand and write about something else. like soup or something. soup is even more interesting than a wand – the things you can do with SOUP!!!! you can eat it and and and — well thats it actually
wand —- magic? who wouldnt say magic. phallic maybe? my phallic wand. stop and shop novels here I come. she lusted heavily for a phallic wand. why do they put those books next to the shrek coloring books? hell if i know –
As in what wizards carry? Or Wanda Sykes? also has the word “and” in it . . . Cast spells like some shitty magician, is there a rabbit coming out of my hat? You dont’ see many “w” words nowadays . . .
I waved my wand and shouted, “Drakenious” to summon a dragon. He was a badass dragon with spikes lining down his back, chains casted on his legs, thousand horns on his head, and had raging flames as his wings. His fierce yellow eyes searched the room for his meal. He sniffed Harry Potter and his friends with his acute sense of smell and obliterated Harry Potter and his friends with his flash fire blast. Then, he dashed across the dungeon to smother the Twilight cast except for the cool, handsome werewolves. “Hmmmm….vampire meat is very tasty,” said the dragon as he slowly chewed the remains of the Twilight cast to enjoy his meal. “Thank you very much for summoning me.” I bowed, “You are very welcome.” I opened the portal to the dragon’s cozy home in desolate mountains powdered with snow. He stuffed all of the corpses into his mouth and darted into the portal.
I have a good friend named Wanda. She’s green and has long alien like fingers that are creepy and covered in warts.
how will we discover magic? the wisp of light that seeps from the ancient oak entwines us both in its history. how can beauty exist in the musty earth?
Harry Potter has a wand. Hermione Granger has a wand. They are both really good at using their wands. They are excellent at casting spells with that wand. They love magic. It is cool. Wand wand wand.
i want to have one and make someone disappear just in front of me, really, that’d be useful. So many troubles, besides, there could be no left overs… or there could be a lot, your choice!!!
The magician held the magic wand, and he waved it. When he waved it, a fireball came out of the tip of the wand and flew towards the goblin. The fireball missed the creature, however, and it flew towards the brick wall instead.
it reminds me of either magic people or toilets. i guess styling wands, or even steam wands i heard today. lame shit i guess. wand is the first 4/5 of the name Wanda. which sounds a lot like panda!
want shares the same first 3 letters as want, wang and wane
I wish I had a wand. Harry Potter’s friend, Hermione Granger’s wand. It’s really pretty. If not, I think I would like my wand to be made out of Willow with a pheonix feather inside.
When princess priscilla grabbed the wand her arch enemy dirty diana threw a spear straight into her heart. She died a slow painful death but once deceased her spirit soared as silver butterflies to the heavens.
I have a wand. It’s a beautiful ash wand that my wife bought for me. I believe it has magical powers. It hasn’t done anything yet…but I know it’s there. And isn’t that great.
Harry grabbed his wand and set off on his latest adventure. I grabbed mine as well. As he battled dementors and dueled death eaters so did I. He there and me under my covers at night with a flashlight.
Wand. Magic. No one really knows why the two of them work. I don’t know how he handles her controlling issues and I don’t understand how she deals with how immature he is. But I guess that’s the magic of true love. You don’t have to understand it, and it doesn’t need to make perfect sense. You just have to respect it, and accept it.
Jeep. I’m planning to buy a 1976 CJ5 Jeep tomorrow. Then Andy and I will maintain and repair it this year.. hopefully repaint it neon green.
I don’t think that anyone has ever really used a real wand. One taken from the roots of an old and dying tree. To summon upon one’s tru life would be to find ones tree that only they can grasp a wand from, and only they can use.
She is slightly disappointed when they leave the shop. It is not made up of unicorn hair or willow wood or anything remotely feminine at all. It is a plain and solid hickory with a bit of Common Ridgeback heartstring, an average wand reeking of cleaning charms and vegetable spells and mediocrity.
Oh a magic wand was what i always wanted. Just a wand to wave and all my problems would go away. Alas the real world does not come equipped with a magic wand. Thats what i thought until I turned sixteen and discovered the magic of alcohol.
She whisked it around my head and said something I didn’t understand. Bewildered I fell back feeling the magic rush in my veins. I was someone new now…. Reborn.
I wish I had a wand. It wields such powerful and life-changing results. Even when you are simply casting a repairing or cleaning spell, you are irrevocably changing things without really lifting a finger. To me, wands represent freedom, imagination, power, and creativity.
wand, fairy wand, i want a wand, i think of harry potter when I think of wand and his owl that goes along with it. I feel like a first grader writing about a stupid word and what I think about it. I wonder what this is for. Andrea is staring at me, I don’t know how I feel about that. I want a wand though. I nice one with peacock feathers.
i wish i had a magic wand. if i did, i would turn back time. fix all the mistakes i made. or i would go back to the day i met him, and never see him again.
“Let go of the stick Stacy, it’s not an effing wand.”
“Leave me alone,” she growled.
“Fine,” I told her, relinquishing my grip, “but don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself.”
I wish that I had a magic wand to wave over negativity and sorrow and replace it with positivity and happiness. Maybe I already do and it is broken and in the shop. Or perhaps the batteries are dead. Since it is not functional I guess I just have to deal with life as it is. Until I get a new one.
There was once a want that did not have magical powers, in fact, it was one of the most ordinary object on the face of the earth. What a disappointment. Not everything is always as it appears. And that stupid stick ended up in some little kid’s eye.
wand is beast
wand is awesome
wand is cool
wand is the thing to grant a wish that you need.
” when your not strong, it’ll be your friend, it’ll help you carry on!”
The thing that makes all of our dreams come true in an instant. magic, wizards and whitches. breaking the laws of the universe
Magestic and magical, the wand whispers as it glides back and forth, back and froth in my hand. Oh great majestic wand, will you grant me the wish i seek of seeing the world frozen in time, paralized, like a stone. Lonely forever to come and foreever to go.
hey whats up said the WAND. not much, just hanging around said the grandma. the WAND is awesome and yeah, thats it. g2g bye
When I was young I used to play with those glitter wands, filled with oil and sequins and sparkles. I had a pink one. I would pretend I was a fairy and everything my wand would touch would live a long, happy life.