We did this last night??!! A scene is moments in a movie? Comic scene. Scene two. Stuff like that. Is it ok that i’m listening to Cinema by Skrillex as i write this?
The scene took place at the train station just me myself and I to think if she’s was a killer or the dame of his dreams but no one trusted a pair of long legs and a skirt.
constructing all the tiny parts, not only the furniture and human inhabitants, but manipulating the lights and the shadows cast, the smells, the ambient. and just when you are about to say “Action!”, a fly lands on the counter, and the whole scene shatters into a the fragmented truth that it tries to mask.
The stage is set. The curtains rise. The first actor comes on stage. Then the next few. Lastly, as if on a cue, the last actor falls from the rafters, dead. She was bleeding, unmoving and more importantly, she was the director.
some are more monumental than others. when i saw Maxim act, like everyone else watching, i was mesmerised. charmed by his wit, lulled by his sparkling black eyes and harshly slapped awake by his youthful cynicism which he could not, did not want to suppress, even on stage, even when he played a lover.
If I am watching a play I have to really enjoy it. I can’t really choose a scene I like because I really have to enjoy it. I don’t even think I have a favorite scene.
The scene she witnessed that day was unlike any thing she could have possibly been prepared for. As the sun was meeting the crashing waves twilight creeping in to steal her rays, she squinted to see if that was really what she imagined seeing. To her surprise, the tall figure walking towards her became more and more clear. This face that was once ingrained in her memory and yet now almost unrecognizable brought back so many feelings emotions and thoughts that were almost flooding her entire being.
Before we all lived in our phones, we lived in the scene. Kids in a shit town with nothing to do but throw their angst in the faces of their parents. Black hair, tight jeans, loud music, primal screams.
“Scene,” she proclaimed. She stood and stretched. “Great, take five everyone.” The stage manager did the obligatory math as she strutted out of the rehearsal room, eyes on her phone and not on him, staring at her, trying to get her attention. She was in full director mode and now was not the time for his limpid eyes. Could men even have limpid eyes? Whatever.
The scene that was unfolding before me was something that I thought only happened in fairy tales and fiction novels. But, alas, there he was. He was bent forward and grumbles escaped his chest. He spoke in a low harsh voice, “Look away, Penelope. Please, close your eyes and turn away.” I heard the desperation in his voice and did as I was told. Right before I turned away and closed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of him looking up with glowing yellow eyes.
the rain congregated the bower in which my golden retriever lodged within
quaint silences harked
life’s luscious lattice moving beside an algae cavalier…
as we shut down the switch of the rain–from a cloud shaped as a switch–
the thunder gods gave us a lightening bolt, a lark swooping in to peck at an antenna;
and we began dancing….
Minutes. Care, there is an monster in all of us, like and old men how want to write a film of all our live and we only let he scape in the last minutes of our lives.
He’s standing at the corner of 56th and 3rd. The sky is cloudy, deep grey, snarling. He is hoping it will rain for no reason he can think of. He is wondering why everyone is so crazy about kale.
Cut to a man driving a BMW faster than he should be. He’s also thinking about kale. He was supposed to pick it up at a produce stand for dinner. Forgot. The bitch will make a scene about that for sure. Next thing he knows, there’s a man splayed across the front of his trunk. Kale. What good is it?
The crime scene was messy. It had obviosly been a homicide. It was a terrible thing. Even the most expirenced cops were shocked at the amount of blood by this poor woman. Now all they had to do was bring justice to this lady at the crime scene.
John SCENA! Scenes of a movie. Movie scene. Dirt pile. Pile of dirt. Scenes. Scenes is a hard word to write about…. JUNNNNNNNN SCENA!!!!!!! Uhhh rip in scenerino?
the scence in the movie that I like the best is when the boy gets to cross the water and find his long lost friend. I like it because it is really cool to get to be reunited with a friend that you haven’t seen in a while. I remember one time when
We did this last night??!! A scene is moments in a movie? Comic scene. Scene two. Stuff like that. Is it ok that i’m listening to Cinema by Skrillex as i write this?
The scene took place at the train station just me myself and I to think if she’s was a killer or the dame of his dreams but no one trusted a pair of long legs and a skirt.
constructing all the tiny parts, not only the furniture and human inhabitants, but manipulating the lights and the shadows cast, the smells, the ambient. and just when you are about to say “Action!”, a fly lands on the counter, and the whole scene shatters into a the fragmented truth that it tries to mask.
The stage is set. The curtains rise. The first actor comes on stage. Then the next few. Lastly, as if on a cue, the last actor falls from the rafters, dead. She was bleeding, unmoving and more importantly, she was the director.
some are more monumental than others. when i saw Maxim act, like everyone else watching, i was mesmerised. charmed by his wit, lulled by his sparkling black eyes and harshly slapped awake by his youthful cynicism which he could not, did not want to suppress, even on stage, even when he played a lover.
If I am watching a play I have to really enjoy it. I can’t really choose a scene I like because I really have to enjoy it. I don’t even think I have a favorite scene.
I don’t really have a favorite scene from a movie. But I like to watch play’s. It depends on what the scene is about.
The scene she witnessed that day was unlike any thing she could have possibly been prepared for. As the sun was meeting the crashing waves twilight creeping in to steal her rays, she squinted to see if that was really what she imagined seeing. To her surprise, the tall figure walking towards her became more and more clear. This face that was once ingrained in her memory and yet now almost unrecognizable brought back so many feelings emotions and thoughts that were almost flooding her entire being.
i once was in a play, i was in a scene called the secret garden, my favirite part of that scene was talking to the birds and playing with mary
The scene described in the book was of a pretty lake and a rainbow
the scene was so amazingly scary that the old lady died of fright. the scene that the young boy had witnessed had been a horrific one.
Scene is a clip,sequence,segment,or part
A sceneis in movies, books, operas, ect
a scene at the seine,
quiet with birds
soaring above,
wind in wings fluttering like
water
stone steps graduate the bank,
the concrete ziggurat of
paris,
and I’d be lying if
I said I didn’t feel a
fluttering in my
soul
Before we all lived in our phones, we lived in the scene. Kids in a shit town with nothing to do but throw their angst in the faces of their parents. Black hair, tight jeans, loud music, primal screams.
“Scene,” she proclaimed. She stood and stretched. “Great, take five everyone.” The stage manager did the obligatory math as she strutted out of the rehearsal room, eyes on her phone and not on him, staring at her, trying to get her attention. She was in full director mode and now was not the time for his limpid eyes. Could men even have limpid eyes? Whatever.
The scene that was unfolding before me was something that I thought only happened in fairy tales and fiction novels. But, alas, there he was. He was bent forward and grumbles escaped his chest. He spoke in a low harsh voice, “Look away, Penelope. Please, close your eyes and turn away.” I heard the desperation in his voice and did as I was told. Right before I turned away and closed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of him looking up with glowing yellow eyes.
the rain congregated the bower in which my golden retriever lodged within
quaint silences harked
life’s luscious lattice moving beside an algae cavalier…
as we shut down the switch of the rain–from a cloud shaped as a switch–
the thunder gods gave us a lightening bolt, a lark swooping in to peck at an antenna;
and we began dancing….
scene is a word that it says you scene her doing something. I’ve scene you before. It also can be in a movie scene one, scene two.
Minutes. Care, there is an monster in all of us, like and old men how want to write a film of all our live and we only let he scape in the last minutes of our lives.
He’s standing at the corner of 56th and 3rd. The sky is cloudy, deep grey, snarling. He is hoping it will rain for no reason he can think of. He is wondering why everyone is so crazy about kale.
Cut to a man driving a BMW faster than he should be. He’s also thinking about kale. He was supposed to pick it up at a produce stand for dinner. Forgot. The bitch will make a scene about that for sure. Next thing he knows, there’s a man splayed across the front of his trunk. Kale. What good is it?
The crime scene was messy. It had obviosly been a homicide. It was a terrible thing. Even the most expirenced cops were shocked at the amount of blood by this poor woman. Now all they had to do was bring justice to this lady at the crime scene.
I hate when people make scene’s. They take something little and make it huge just so they get all the attention.
John SCENA! Scenes of a movie. Movie scene. Dirt pile. Pile of dirt. Scenes. Scenes is a hard word to write about…. JUNNNNNNNN SCENA!!!!!!! Uhhh rip in scenerino?
the scence in the movie that I like the best is when the boy gets to cross the water and find his long lost friend. I like it because it is really cool to get to be reunited with a friend that you haven’t seen in a while. I remember one time when
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