I don’t have to take charge. I get what I want pretty easily. Some may say I’m lucky. I say I am very unlucky. I don’t know how to not get what I want, and that’s a problem.
Charge, like the running of the bulls in Spain.Charge is like fire running through your veins. Fire charging it’s way to through your body, into your soul. Charge, the pulsing electric feeling of what ever emotion you feel coursing through your body. I would love at this moment to feel this charge. Charge me.
Take charge! Halt! Turn Face! Battery Charger. Brain charger. You know…. what if the brain isn’t the organ that thinks, maybe it our stomachs or our fingers or our feet? Or what if it were our hearts?
“You don’t need to charge it!” Kayden snapped at me, causing me to drop my phone.
“I do … it’s dead.” I shot back, picking it up and plugging my charger into it.
I think I would charge into life with abandon. Charge is the way things are done. Don’t sit by and wait for things to happen. Be you, but be aggressive. Charge towards the things you desire.
To take charge takes a lot of guts. Perhaps this is only true for certain endeavors. Why, for instance, would it take guts to take charge of one’s writing? Aye, there’s the rub.
She took charge the minute the clock stopped ticking. There was chaos in the air. Children were screaming. Parents looked lost. As she stood up to speak, you could feel the peace come over the auditorium. She understood human nature. Blame was the first place people want to go to when a mistake has been made. The mistake was the consequence of a natural happening. Blaming someone would just cause more conflict. There needed to be order in the among the people and it needed to happen quickly, for the safety of everyone.
Not everyone can safely own a charge card; many take advantage of such a luxury. In the end, such a card can actually bring about a person’s unravelling. This is true for me.
He felt the howling wind ruffle his ebony hair, the drops of frozen rain melting on his molten body. His dark, brooding eyes were filled with a strange amalgamation of fear and strength, and he stared dead on, charging towards his captor, his prey, Mr. Patel.
i was in charge. i had the power. sure, it was only a school assignment, but finally being able to breathe out and think that i could do as i pleased, that no one could wrong me, it felt wonderful. i had the lead, i was in charge and i felt like i owned the world for once in my life.
I charge my phone quite alot. I am in charge of you. CHAARGEEE!! like a soldier. there are many different meanings fro charge. Its an interesting word. I can be a noun or and adjective or a verb. Well not really but I like the word. Its simple and has one syllable. I find it very interesting
If you connect the two wires to the battery it will begin to charge. Ensure that nothing bridges the gap between the connection otherwise you will cause sparks. That is exciting but not good for either battery or charger.
Oh I forgot. I’m only here when you need me. I am sick of being lead by your ugly little string, you isolate me, and yet you yourself find excuses. This isn’t me. I am powerful, I am in charge.
The charge into Hutchinson was led by Brooke, who without a decent gun, managed to nevertheless bash the skulls of forty-two undead. We still talk about it. He listens, perhaps, but both ears chewed off makes it difficult. In chains, nearly rotted through them, he sits. The eventual pile of bones, still and silent, will go into the memorial. He’d like that, we think.
Ive been assignes with the charge of manager of the sick, dont really know what it means.. but who knows about it these days anyway.. the climate has change a bit, nothing is the same since the news broke down to us, the outbreak started. thats an entry for today i guess, i have to go attend the sick, or should i say the less fortunate..
I was in charge if the the rescue mission that was responsible for the recovery of the missing person, who had disappeared from the group, that was trying to climb the rocky slopes. It is thought that he might have felled.
Ich lud mich auf. Bald war der große Moment bekommen. Jetzt konnte ich endlich auch ein Zeichen setzen. Ich konnte den anderen zeigen, was in mir steckte. Doch, was war das? Langsam wurde es womöglich doch etwas unangenehm. Vielleicht sollte ich aufhören. Doch es war zu spät. Ich konnte meine Hand nicht mehr aus der Steckdose ziehen.
This heart needs a charge, in fact, it needs to be charged just like your phone battery suddenly drained when it’s too tired, this heart is just the same. You’ve played with it too much.
Cellphone. War. Ultimate weapon. indicative strenthg. how? Maybe today. This is exciting. Words just flowing, adrenaline rushing. Energy will be used up. Unless cellphones aren’t
This was a person for whom she shouldn’t be responsible. The blues were nothing like her pieces of hazel; the big batch of tow on the little bugger’s head was a gift from someone else, some other woman still revered and dreamed of.
Charge!!!! And then, the world stopped. I can only hear the echoes of the men as they assault the charging enemy force. The view, it chills me to the bone. I will never forget that single moment if I survive this battle. This will be etched on my memory.
I had escaped the charge. Or at least, I thought I had. Who knew? I’ve been stuck in this jail so long. At least my family and friends, if the charge had been removed, didn’t know I had been accused of …that. They didn’t think me capable of that final form of brutality.
charge has a lot of power and meaning. It gives one the ability to be in control. Without charge a battery has no power. Take charge of something also gives one complete control.
This is something made by Police. This is a fee incurred by shops and other merchants. This is what you do when you run quickly. This is all I can think of now. Be in control too.
The force was unexplainable. You can’t understand the feeling of being on that ride until you are actually on it. It was hard, painful, you can feel your hair whipping at your face and body and the intensity, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. This was living at it’s best, life at it’s purest and greatest.
Take charge of your life. Don’t let anyone else control what you are doing. Don’t let anyone hold control over you with material objects. Just take what you love to heart and live that way; love the way you live and live the way you love.
Charge, she thought of the way she had to charge herself full of energy and rush ahead into the battlefield without a single glance back or thought that included the danger that lay ahead of her, every step of the way. In that moment, all she could do was not think, but simply act on it. She charged.
TAKE charge of the situation at hand. Never back down make sure you are the winner. Come out on top. Only you can do it no one else. You are in control. Make sure you stay that way. It is your life no one elses. Dont let them tell you any different.
You do your usual stretches by the side of the field, stretching your calves, arms, everything, as you try to shake your nerves out of system. As you roll your shoulders back and forth, you ponder why you’re so…jittery, almost nervous, for this. This is nothing new, but you can’t seem to shake the feeling of unease.
After jogging on the spot to get your temperature up -it’s a chilly day today and you’re not particularly pleased. You hate it when it’s chilly- you take a few deep breaths to get your heart rate back to normal.
“You okay?”
Damn, your anxiety must be showing clearly if your coach is picking up on it. With a practiced smirk, you respond with your usual snarkiness,
“Just peachy.”
He frowns in response, obviously not convinced but you wave him off before he gets a chance to question you further. You don’t need any forms of badgering right now.
Walking to the starting line, you try your best to clear your very cluttered mind; A hard task considering the amount of noise coming from the very enthusiastic stands and the general mass of runners and their coaches milling around.
“Will all runners be proceed to the starting line. The race will commence shortly.”
You clench and unclench your fists before settling down into the starting position. There are a few moments for you to take a few more deep breaths.
“Take charge!” I heard yelled from the crowd. What did he think I was trying to do? I’m the leader. I obviously know I need to take charge.
“Mo, get behind me. You can’t walk on that anymore. Try to rest,” I called out to her from the sidelines. I stepped up my pace to meet her. “Tristan, you’re fine! Keep going!”
Charming charged towards one of the King’s men he felt the swords comfortable weight in his hand and he knew this battle would be his. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed the man’s stomach and watched as he fell off his horse and onto the ground.
There was a definite charge between us. Rather electric, pulsing between us. You couldn’t see this charge, no, nor were we even touching, but he and I could both feel that it was there, buzzing in the space between us, trying to draw us closer as if it was a person, a middleman.
I hate be in the most dawn charge
I don’t have to take charge. I get what I want pretty easily. Some may say I’m lucky. I say I am very unlucky. I don’t know how to not get what I want, and that’s a problem.
Charge, like the running of the bulls in Spain.Charge is like fire running through your veins. Fire charging it’s way to through your body, into your soul. Charge, the pulsing electric feeling of what ever emotion you feel coursing through your body. I would love at this moment to feel this charge. Charge me.
Take charge! Halt! Turn Face! Battery Charger. Brain charger. You know…. what if the brain isn’t the organ that thinks, maybe it our stomachs or our fingers or our feet? Or what if it were our hearts?
“You don’t need to charge it!” Kayden snapped at me, causing me to drop my phone.
“I do … it’s dead.” I shot back, picking it up and plugging my charger into it.
I think I would charge into life with abandon. Charge is the way things are done. Don’t sit by and wait for things to happen. Be you, but be aggressive. Charge towards the things you desire.
Charge in to life like a little child with a toy fire machine- full of glee and vicious excitement!
To take charge takes a lot of guts. Perhaps this is only true for certain endeavors. Why, for instance, would it take guts to take charge of one’s writing? Aye, there’s the rub.
She took charge the minute the clock stopped ticking. There was chaos in the air. Children were screaming. Parents looked lost. As she stood up to speak, you could feel the peace come over the auditorium. She understood human nature. Blame was the first place people want to go to when a mistake has been made. The mistake was the consequence of a natural happening. Blaming someone would just cause more conflict. There needed to be order in the among the people and it needed to happen quickly, for the safety of everyone.
Not everyone can safely own a charge card; many take advantage of such a luxury. In the end, such a card can actually bring about a person’s unravelling. This is true for me.
is to be responsable of something or the cost of something
He felt the howling wind ruffle his ebony hair, the drops of frozen rain melting on his molten body. His dark, brooding eyes were filled with a strange amalgamation of fear and strength, and he stared dead on, charging towards his captor, his prey, Mr. Patel.
i was in charge. i had the power. sure, it was only a school assignment, but finally being able to breathe out and think that i could do as i pleased, that no one could wrong me, it felt wonderful. i had the lead, i was in charge and i felt like i owned the world for once in my life.
I charge my phone quite alot. I am in charge of you. CHAARGEEE!! like a soldier. there are many different meanings fro charge. Its an interesting word. I can be a noun or and adjective or a verb. Well not really but I like the word. Its simple and has one syllable. I find it very interesting
charge of the light brigade
if you continue to charge all your purchases,
You will end up in debt.
Chrge into the glorious autumn dy.
If you connect the two wires to the battery it will begin to charge. Ensure that nothing bridges the gap between the connection otherwise you will cause sparks. That is exciting but not good for either battery or charger.
Oh I forgot. I’m only here when you need me. I am sick of being lead by your ugly little string, you isolate me, and yet you yourself find excuses. This isn’t me. I am powerful, I am in charge.
she charges her phone to make sure it’s on full battery just in case someone calls or sends a message her way
but no one ever really does
Lightning. It is a charge. THE charge. She was like lightning. She was bright and vibrant and electric… she was my charge.
“Do you take Visa?”
The charge into Hutchinson was led by Brooke, who without a decent gun, managed to nevertheless bash the skulls of forty-two undead. We still talk about it. He listens, perhaps, but both ears chewed off makes it difficult. In chains, nearly rotted through them, he sits. The eventual pile of bones, still and silent, will go into the memorial. He’d like that, we think.
Ive been assignes with the charge of manager of the sick, dont really know what it means.. but who knows about it these days anyway.. the climate has change a bit, nothing is the same since the news broke down to us, the outbreak started. thats an entry for today i guess, i have to go attend the sick, or should i say the less fortunate..
I was in charge if the the rescue mission that was responsible for the recovery of the missing person, who had disappeared from the group, that was trying to climb the rocky slopes. It is thought that he might have felled.
Ich lud mich auf. Bald war der große Moment bekommen. Jetzt konnte ich endlich auch ein Zeichen setzen. Ich konnte den anderen zeigen, was in mir steckte. Doch, was war das? Langsam wurde es womöglich doch etwas unangenehm. Vielleicht sollte ich aufhören. Doch es war zu spät. Ich konnte meine Hand nicht mehr aus der Steckdose ziehen.
This heart needs a charge, in fact, it needs to be charged just like your phone battery suddenly drained when it’s too tired, this heart is just the same. You’ve played with it too much.
Cellphone. War. Ultimate weapon. indicative strenthg. how? Maybe today. This is exciting. Words just flowing, adrenaline rushing. Energy will be used up. Unless cellphones aren’t
This was a person for whom she shouldn’t be responsible. The blues were nothing like her pieces of hazel; the big batch of tow on the little bugger’s head was a gift from someone else, some other woman still revered and dreamed of.
the energy surged through his body. he was ready. the time was now.
three
two
one
Charge!!!! And then, the world stopped. I can only hear the echoes of the men as they assault the charging enemy force. The view, it chills me to the bone. I will never forget that single moment if I survive this battle. This will be etched on my memory.
I had escaped the charge. Or at least, I thought I had. Who knew? I’ve been stuck in this jail so long. At least my family and friends, if the charge had been removed, didn’t know I had been accused of …that. They didn’t think me capable of that final form of brutality.
charge has a lot of power and meaning. It gives one the ability to be in control. Without charge a battery has no power. Take charge of something also gives one complete control.
This is something made by Police. This is a fee incurred by shops and other merchants. This is what you do when you run quickly. This is all I can think of now. Be in control too.
The force was unexplainable. You can’t understand the feeling of being on that ride until you are actually on it. It was hard, painful, you can feel your hair whipping at your face and body and the intensity, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. This was living at it’s best, life at it’s purest and greatest.
Take charge of your life. Don’t let anyone else control what you are doing. Don’t let anyone hold control over you with material objects. Just take what you love to heart and live that way; love the way you live and live the way you love.
Charge, she thought of the way she had to charge herself full of energy and rush ahead into the battlefield without a single glance back or thought that included the danger that lay ahead of her, every step of the way. In that moment, all she could do was not think, but simply act on it. She charged.
TAKE charge of the situation at hand. Never back down make sure you are the winner. Come out on top. Only you can do it no one else. You are in control. Make sure you stay that way. It is your life no one elses. Dont let them tell you any different.
You do your usual stretches by the side of the field, stretching your calves, arms, everything, as you try to shake your nerves out of system. As you roll your shoulders back and forth, you ponder why you’re so…jittery, almost nervous, for this. This is nothing new, but you can’t seem to shake the feeling of unease.
After jogging on the spot to get your temperature up -it’s a chilly day today and you’re not particularly pleased. You hate it when it’s chilly- you take a few deep breaths to get your heart rate back to normal.
“You okay?”
Damn, your anxiety must be showing clearly if your coach is picking up on it. With a practiced smirk, you respond with your usual snarkiness,
“Just peachy.”
He frowns in response, obviously not convinced but you wave him off before he gets a chance to question you further. You don’t need any forms of badgering right now.
Walking to the starting line, you try your best to clear your very cluttered mind; A hard task considering the amount of noise coming from the very enthusiastic stands and the general mass of runners and their coaches milling around.
“Will all runners be proceed to the starting line. The race will commence shortly.”
You clench and unclench your fists before settling down into the starting position. There are a few moments for you to take a few more deep breaths.
“Ready…..Set….Go!”
A pistol is shot.
You don’t run.
You charge.
“Take charge!” I heard yelled from the crowd. What did he think I was trying to do? I’m the leader. I obviously know I need to take charge.
“Mo, get behind me. You can’t walk on that anymore. Try to rest,” I called out to her from the sidelines. I stepped up my pace to meet her. “Tristan, you’re fine! Keep going!”
Charming charged towards one of the King’s men he felt the swords comfortable weight in his hand and he knew this battle would be his. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed the man’s stomach and watched as he fell off his horse and onto the ground.
There was a definite charge between us. Rather electric, pulsing between us. You couldn’t see this charge, no, nor were we even touching, but he and I could both feel that it was there, buzzing in the space between us, trying to draw us closer as if it was a person, a middleman.