The white light flickered suddenly in the dimly lit room and then dissipated with a crackle of electricity. There, standing in the place of the glowing plasma ball was a small creature, grotesque in form with eyes trained directly onto its master’s face.
To conjure. i conjured a rabbit from a hat once, or tried to. i guess im not much of a magician. hmm. what else could i conjure. a dragon perhaps? When i was a child i thought that would just be the best in the world. to be able to wiggle my nose and have things happen the way i pictured them in my head, without having to move a muscle. yes. how nice it would be. Or is that just my American laziness shining through? hmm…more things to contemplate, maybe i will conjure a thought later.
He was in complete shock when he saw the picture she had on the mantle. It conjured up those old demons of hatred and resentment. He was sure he had buried those demons many years ago. Then he noticed his right hand feeling his third finger on his left hand where his wedding ring hadn’t been for the last eight years.
She pulled a rabbit out of her hat. It was magical, splendiferous, wondermental; I never knew the trick behind it. She was a master. The number of times that she would conjure that little beast and I would sit there, fascinated, as if this were the first time she had done it, grew too many to count. And each time I watched, each time she would smile, patient, as if waiting to see how long it would take before the magic wore off.
Came up with something. For example, conjured up some magic. Harry Potter is constantly conjuring up magic using his wand. He conjures up other things such as meals, like toast. Actually, that’s not him, that’s the house elves in the kitchens.
Came up with something. For example, conjured up some magic. This makes me think of a wizard. This makes me think of Harry Potter, because he is a wizard and he is constantly conjuring up magic with his wand. You can conjure up other thinks such as a meal. Like toast.
A conjurer they call me. A liar. A fool. But I knew better. I understood the ways of the subtle world, the ways of the hidden world. This science would not save them now, not here. This was a realm of magic.
This is the way things were:
I walked home every day from grade school alone. Other children traveled in packs; I did not. I was a solitary creature by choice, so I didn’t miss the raucous company. On snowy days, I would trudge through bleak knee-deep drifts of snow. I often sung quietly, watching in fascination as my breath conjured up strange shapes of misty air. It was meditative for me, I suppose—not lonely. Funny how things can change over the years.
That song conjured up melancholy memories. Memories of two people, both in love, seeing each other for the first time in a long time at the bus station. How could I be so attached to a fictional character?
Words. Words, words, words, so many, a sea of them, yet bound together in one book. A book of incantations that rolled off your tongue like honey, but brought so much pain. Yet he was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
And look how much pain they brought, those sweet words.
conjured. its and interesting word. when i first read it i think of a combination, nothing that really relates to it, just the first things that come to mind.. but i guess i do that with almost all words. now when i really think of conjured i mostly think of something to do with confusing a person, maybe something you do in court with a witness or something. to be honest i dont know the definition, i may know it and just not remember. but i like the word i think its interesting, probably because im not sure what it means and i like learning new things.
He conjured a rabbit out of thin air! How could he do that? I knew the magician’s craft as well as the next magician, but what he did went beyond anything I had seen. There was no way. He bowed to the audience, the shocked audience was silent.
sitting on the indented chair the business man conjured his thoughts. he thought of the business plan and thought whether or not his money would be profitable
I don’t know what conjured means… Conjured sounds like conjure… Like to conjure a spell. Maybe its when a spell has been made. You’d say, “Look what I conjured!” Which reminds me so much of Harry Potter. I feel like Hermione says conjured the most because she is the smartest of the bunch.
to think things up falsely or as if to make something up to get away with something. sometimes in conspiracy with some one else. whatever the case the story is typically made up to cover ones tracks, or to cover someone elses, not normally a positive outcome, in my opinion.
He conjured the apple out of thin air. I sat in awe of his skill. There was never a man more sure of himself than Danny when he began to create and enjoy his magic. I had never met anyone like him before. My heart raced as I tried and failed to comprehend how this was happening.
I conjured up three pieces of toast with a subsetting on my time machine, which was quite helpful for the royal family of zebras were coming to visit. And they only eat food in odd numbered batches
waving hands, weaving stories, batting eyes over drinks and all the while wondering if feelings could be created in the course of a single evening, conjured from the simple pleasure of getting to know someone so different from himself.
It must be, she thought. There was no other word for what she’d just seen. She seen a magician literally conjure up – whatever it was. It was a huge hulking beast, menacing at the audience with its teeth and bloody claws, which it had used to rip the magician in half.
I conjured the spell, slowly, yet carefully, not wanting to mess up the motion. I smiled up at Professor Lupin, the way his wand wrapped around mine so softly. “You really are the best teacher here, Professor.” I said to him smiling
I can still conjure your image
straight from thin air
(you took away my breath
from the first day I saw you)
Your eyes appear first
crinkled like half-moons,
brown like the dirt
from which flowers grow,
and in their mixed color
I see your soul
(mixed too)
Then
your smile
laugh lines lopsided
as if you laughed so hard once,
you stretched your mouth,
like a rubber tree,
and it no longer fit right
(in my nightmares
your lopsided smile
is a Glasgow grin)
and it is gleaming,
like a hook,
I was caught instantly
Then
your cheeks,
brighter than the sun
reflecting off golden wood,
gaunt as a dead garden but
rose-red with laughter
And
your skin slowly sinks
around these features
filling in with bronze
perfect as if you were
a figurine
And
your hair
blacker than a starless night,
blacker than the darkest hour
before rosy dawn,
framing your face
like the masterpiece it is.
The rest
never mattered
because all I saw
was your face
all I ever see
is your face
(tear-stains still dripping down
to your bloody,bloody face
I’m sorry I ruined it so)
thought up something to write. i developed a story in my mind and then put it to paper. it wasnt one of my best stories but it contained the proper elements…just not a very good storyline. i thought it might sound better on paper but it didnt.
Like a flash of lightening, a feeling that I thought was long. An overwhelming sense of trust in one person, something conjured out of almost thin air. As scary as it was, a idea of a perfect future come over me.
Conjured. what does that even mean? I instantly find myself thinking of Harry Potter where he conjured spells, but then my brain flitters to conjure as in to bring something closer? Ive been questioning myself a lot lately and so my definition and my thought process is incredibly questionable – i dont even believe it myself and I h
Listening to that song by Brand New, “Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis,” conjured up images of my first date with you. Instantly I was taken back to that chilly October night and the quiet that hung over it like death.
She conjured up his image in her mind just one last time. That’s all she needed. Just one more time and then she’d let him go. Forever. That’s what she told herself anyway. Maybe this time she’d actually listen. But as his sea-foam eyes and sun-streaked hair materialized in her mind, she couldn’t help the rush of heat that swept through to her core.
magic came to me when I worked cold errands on undampened souls, the ones with crisp paper wrappings. I sliced their butcher paper open, and conjured wolves to gnaw them to assent. when I smiled, that was my soul, and not my spirit-blooded veins.
Listening to that song by Brand New, “Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis” conjured up images of my first date with you. Instantly I was taken back to that chilly October night and the quiet that hung over it like death.
I conjured thoughts in my head like a witch conjures spells in a cauldron. Harry Potter connections!!! I conjured like a Gypsy attempting to conjure a better world in this era.
Tim conjured up a storey to make his actions seem plausible. How could he explain why he had missed work the day before and hadn’t communicated with anyone in 28 hours? How could he tell everyone what really happened?? No one would ever believe him, they would have thought he’d gone off the deep end, even if they were family and have know him all his life. He had trouble digesting it himself, he didn[‘t understand how that time was missing in his life, yesterday……All he remembers is the queer light just abouve him as he walked home from his best friends house, Tommy, whom he ahd know since he was 5 yrs old.
The white light flickered suddenly in the dimly lit room and then dissipated with a crackle of electricity. There, standing in the place of the glowing plasma ball was a small creature, grotesque in form with eyes trained directly onto its master’s face.
I conjured up the image of her in the crystal ball. She was older, wizened, stooped, but still beautiful. I still loved her.
I promised you I’d write, so I tried to conjure you a rhyme
But this language is inadequate, sixty seconds too little time.
To conjure. i conjured a rabbit from a hat once, or tried to. i guess im not much of a magician. hmm. what else could i conjure. a dragon perhaps? When i was a child i thought that would just be the best in the world. to be able to wiggle my nose and have things happen the way i pictured them in my head, without having to move a muscle. yes. how nice it would be. Or is that just my American laziness shining through? hmm…more things to contemplate, maybe i will conjure a thought later.
He was in complete shock when he saw the picture she had on the mantle. It conjured up those old demons of hatred and resentment. He was sure he had buried those demons many years ago. Then he noticed his right hand feeling his third finger on his left hand where his wedding ring hadn’t been for the last eight years.
She pulled a rabbit out of her hat. It was magical, splendiferous, wondermental; I never knew the trick behind it. She was a master. The number of times that she would conjure that little beast and I would sit there, fascinated, as if this were the first time she had done it, grew too many to count. And each time I watched, each time she would smile, patient, as if waiting to see how long it would take before the magic wore off.
Came up with something. For example, conjured up some magic. Harry Potter is constantly conjuring up magic using his wand. He conjures up other things such as meals, like toast. Actually, that’s not him, that’s the house elves in the kitchens.
Came up with something. For example, conjured up some magic. This makes me think of a wizard. This makes me think of Harry Potter, because he is a wizard and he is constantly conjuring up magic with his wand. You can conjure up other thinks such as a meal. Like toast.
A conjurer they call me. A liar. A fool. But I knew better. I understood the ways of the subtle world, the ways of the hidden world. This science would not save them now, not here. This was a realm of magic.
This is the way things were:
I walked home every day from grade school alone. Other children traveled in packs; I did not. I was a solitary creature by choice, so I didn’t miss the raucous company. On snowy days, I would trudge through bleak knee-deep drifts of snow. I often sung quietly, watching in fascination as my breath conjured up strange shapes of misty air. It was meditative for me, I suppose—not lonely. Funny how things can change over the years.
That song conjured up melancholy memories. Memories of two people, both in love, seeing each other for the first time in a long time at the bus station. How could I be so attached to a fictional character?
Words. Words, words, words, so many, a sea of them, yet bound together in one book. A book of incantations that rolled off your tongue like honey, but brought so much pain. Yet he was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
And look how much pain they brought, those sweet words.
conjured. its and interesting word. when i first read it i think of a combination, nothing that really relates to it, just the first things that come to mind.. but i guess i do that with almost all words. now when i really think of conjured i mostly think of something to do with confusing a person, maybe something you do in court with a witness or something. to be honest i dont know the definition, i may know it and just not remember. but i like the word i think its interesting, probably because im not sure what it means and i like learning new things.
He conjured a rabbit out of thin air! How could he do that? I knew the magician’s craft as well as the next magician, but what he did went beyond anything I had seen. There was no way. He bowed to the audience, the shocked audience was silent.
sitting on the indented chair the business man conjured his thoughts. he thought of the business plan and thought whether or not his money would be profitable
I don’t know what conjured means… Conjured sounds like conjure… Like to conjure a spell. Maybe its when a spell has been made. You’d say, “Look what I conjured!” Which reminds me so much of Harry Potter. I feel like Hermione says conjured the most because she is the smartest of the bunch.
to think things up falsely or as if to make something up to get away with something. sometimes in conspiracy with some one else. whatever the case the story is typically made up to cover ones tracks, or to cover someone elses, not normally a positive outcome, in my opinion.
He conjured the apple out of thin air. I sat in awe of his skill. There was never a man more sure of himself than Danny when he began to create and enjoy his magic. I had never met anyone like him before. My heart raced as I tried and failed to comprehend how this was happening.
I conjured up three pieces of toast with a subsetting on my time machine, which was quite helpful for the royal family of zebras were coming to visit. And they only eat food in odd numbered batches
waving hands, weaving stories, batting eyes over drinks and all the while wondering if feelings could be created in the course of a single evening, conjured from the simple pleasure of getting to know someone so different from himself.
Greenery, smoke going up in swirls. Windy day. Magic. Fire. Essence, fragrance.
It was now or never…He had to take a risk so he opened the old, dirty, box and said the magic word,,” Oh mighty Cecil, I conjur you
He belived he had the perfect opportunity. It was now or never. But what if….. It could work, but … He’d been
It must be, she thought. There was no other word for what she’d just seen. She seen a magician literally conjure up – whatever it was. It was a huge hulking beast, menacing at the audience with its teeth and bloody claws, which it had used to rip the magician in half.
I conjured the spell, slowly, yet carefully, not wanting to mess up the motion. I smiled up at Professor Lupin, the way his wand wrapped around mine so softly. “You really are the best teacher here, Professor.” I said to him smiling
I can still conjure your image
straight from thin air
(you took away my breath
from the first day I saw you)
Your eyes appear first
crinkled like half-moons,
brown like the dirt
from which flowers grow,
and in their mixed color
I see your soul
(mixed too)
Then
your smile
laugh lines lopsided
as if you laughed so hard once,
you stretched your mouth,
like a rubber tree,
and it no longer fit right
(in my nightmares
your lopsided smile
is a Glasgow grin)
and it is gleaming,
like a hook,
I was caught instantly
Then
your cheeks,
brighter than the sun
reflecting off golden wood,
gaunt as a dead garden but
rose-red with laughter
And
your skin slowly sinks
around these features
filling in with bronze
perfect as if you were
a figurine
And
your hair
blacker than a starless night,
blacker than the darkest hour
before rosy dawn,
framing your face
like the masterpiece it is.
The rest
never mattered
because all I saw
was your face
all I ever see
is your face
(tear-stains still dripping down
to your bloody,bloody face
I’m sorry I ruined it so)
She conjured up his image in her mind and began to shake. She wept. She left.
thought up something to write. i developed a story in my mind and then put it to paper. it wasnt one of my best stories but it contained the proper elements…just not a very good storyline. i thought it might sound better on paper but it didnt.
Like a flash of lightening, a feeling that I thought was long. An overwhelming sense of trust in one person, something conjured out of almost thin air. As scary as it was, a idea of a perfect future come over me.
Conjured. what does that even mean? I instantly find myself thinking of Harry Potter where he conjured spells, but then my brain flitters to conjure as in to bring something closer? Ive been questioning myself a lot lately and so my definition and my thought process is incredibly questionable – i dont even believe it myself and I h
love conjured a potion so awful, we stayed long after it went bad and came back after we fell apart.
Listening to that song by Brand New, “Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis,” conjured up images of my first date with you. Instantly I was taken back to that chilly October night and the quiet that hung over it like death.
magic
hat
witch
cat
huh
stars
sparkle
wand
harry potter
fiction
seance
spell
appear
She conjured up his image in her mind just one last time. That’s all she needed. Just one more time and then she’d let him go. Forever. That’s what she told herself anyway. Maybe this time she’d actually listen. But as his sea-foam eyes and sun-streaked hair materialized in her mind, she couldn’t help the rush of heat that swept through to her core.
I think I conjured up some fake image of you instead of seeing who you really are. And I’m sorry, because I really do love the real you.
magic came to me when I worked cold errands on undampened souls, the ones with crisp paper wrappings. I sliced their butcher paper open, and conjured wolves to gnaw them to assent. when I smiled, that was my soul, and not my spirit-blooded veins.
Listening to that song by Brand New, “Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis” conjured up images of my first date with you. Instantly I was taken back to that chilly October night and the quiet that hung over it like death.
How could he explain the circumstances of him being absent from his friends and family for 28 hours straight. He had to conjure a story…….
I conjured thoughts in my head like a witch conjures spells in a cauldron. Harry Potter connections!!! I conjured like a Gypsy attempting to conjure a better world in this era.
Tim conjured up a storey to make his actions seem plausible. How could he explain why he had missed work the day before and hadn’t communicated with anyone in 28 hours? How could he tell everyone what really happened?? No one would ever believe him, they would have thought he’d gone off the deep end, even if they were family and have know him all his life. He had trouble digesting it himself, he didn[‘t understand how that time was missing in his life, yesterday……All he remembers is the queer light just abouve him as he walked home from his best friends house, Tommy, whom he ahd know since he was 5 yrs old.