The man with the top hat smiled, a glimmer in his eye as he glanced over the chaos he had wrought. With a flick of his gloved hand, he conjured an image of the girl. The savior. “Behold. She is coming.” He whispered as he set off the fireworks that were to be seen throughout London skies. The insurrectionist was dead.
the witch conjured a potion that will create ever lasting love for the person that drinks it to the person that gave the potion to them in the first place.
So you think I’m some sort of a magician, huh? You think I can sit here and bash this keyboard’s brains out while I come up with something so startling, SO overwhelmingly original that agents will trample each other in their rush to sign me?
They say home is where the heart is set in stone – at least, that’s what the song told me.
Honestly, I have no idea. Where is home?
Is the image conjured when you think of resting? Is it when you think of where you love? Or where you rest? Where you run away to when you’re alone?
The only thing that I can think of – the only idea that comes to mind, is that home is whatever you want it to be. It’s whatever you manage to conjure up by yourself, alone in your mind.
Maybe the idea of home was in itself conjured up by some lonely little girl.
She wouldn’t be the only one.
once upon a time there was a wizard named David. Its not a normal name for a wizard but he doesn’t mind. One day, David conjured up a spell that allowed him to live forever. He lived happily ever after…forever.
I waved my wand and out of thin air I had conjured a chest, the contents of this chest astounded and bewildered me. Inside the mysterious chest was a book, but no ordinary book, a book containing a list of every human i dad ever interacted with.
It came to my mind, all in a burst of light – from where? How?
WHY?
Before I have time to even think about the answers, it’s gone, flashed way before I’m fully aware of what I’ve seen.
It’s bright, and white, and yet has so many colours.
It’s like I was blind, and it showed me the way. It’s like I was voiceless, but it gave me words nevertheless.
It came – it was conjured.
You’re not supposed to think about it for too long or whatever may have been there will disappear like it never was into something kind of awful that you’ll read back and think fuck, what the hell was I thinking, I sound so pretentions. But sometimes even if you type fast…you still do it. Conjured.
i have no idea what this word means so… um i cant really talk about it that much and i probably have loads of typos but meh who cares no me hahaha awkward silence im used to that and i am not using any full stops or commas because they are a waste of time ahahahahha always the same ohhh alex what are you saying alex nobody can see that Ur name is alex.
Shapes and shadows formed in the smoke, lights flashing around in different shapes. It was a terror of a thing to watch. His hands swirled in the air, heavy robes hanging from his arms like so much silk dead weight. His voice was monotonous, repeating the phrases without concentration far more than I could ever succeed in doing.
I was conjured from the depths of a small, dark place where I used to think little of the world and now I think even less of it. I wish I could say that the light brought me freedom but it only brought me pain and blindness.
I conjured up the idea that it was okay to be different. I always went along with everyone else’s ideas and decided that for once, I was just going to be me. Though being me conjured up the possibility of being left out. I never wanted to be left out, that just wasn’t fair.
There she was. At the bottom of the hill, lurking. Her eyes were filled with hatred, the kind that is rarely seen. It is almost as if I could see white foam coming out of her mouth, in the ways of an aggressive dog. And then, she conjured it.
Her body appeared as though from nowhere. I had to blink a few times to make sure that it was even there, that this had actually happened, and it was not a trick of the light. As I watched, the strange woman’s body had appeared across the room, conjured up from thin air.
No one walked past the old man voluntarily. They simply assigned him and his conjuring trick to insanity. His chalky complexion and scabbing scalp were no longer symbols of old age, but things which determined an outcast. Of the rabbits and doves he pulled from the hat, no one dared approach him directly. Superstition racked the frail bodies of the townspeople and flew on the wind from ear to ear, accelerated by flapping jaws and loose lips like some perverse torch-lit parade; there had been no rain for a year, and reserves were all but gone. And because the old man and jus conjuring tricks hd arrived at the same time, no one wanted to worsen the curse. Occasionally, and only occasionally, a few young boys on the cusp of adulthood would venture out with their father’s rusted hunting knives to slit the throats of the furred and feathered beings. It was simply the old man’s tax, what he got in return for his own life, for these boys were the Keepers of the Peace.
“Begone, conjured spirit!” I shouted as I scrambled further along the mountainside. “I will hear no more of your lies!”
“I do not speak lies, young mistress,” the spirit said, it’s voice monotone. “But eternal truths, those sewn not in stone but in the very fabric of time,”
I turned back to face it, my chest heaving from the climb. “What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice ragged.
well, I don’t really know the word. It sounds like a cow or something. Perhaps like being captured, I have really no Idea. But it’s great fun to read it. Actually it makes me laugh a little on the inside. con.. like desucon. Perhaps it’s some dress-up thing. Dress up like a cow, please. That would be cool. I WANT A SIMPLER WORD!
As I walk past your old, abandoned house, the ghost of you conjures with a gust of wind. Although the haunting presence startles me, I find peace in your imaginary company. I ramble on to the wind as if you were truly there to listen.
Conjured is a cool word. It reminds me of magic. I like magic. I remember in one Modern Family episode, Jay takes Gloria to a magic show, and at first she hates it, then she loves it, and Jay starts to hate it. It was funny.
Conjured is one of my favorite words. It makes me think of magic, and pitch perfect because in pitch perfect benji does magic. I watched pitch perfect today with my friends. It a good movie. I love my friends. I like conjured. It brings me good memories.
conjure up a feeling
or conjure up a dream
long forgotten
swims in thoughts
i wish i’d grasp your hand.
wake up in the snowtime
the springtime warm
flowers.
conjure up a dream now
use your
dreaming powers
giulio cesare, catilina, l’infamia. non ti puoi fidare di nessuno perchè chiunque puà rivelarsi alleato del nemico e bramare alle tue spalle. a volte però può essere giusta, nei casi di mal governo: il giusto ha la sua rivalsa.
Conjure images from childhood. Walking through the hall instantly conjures up images of grand parties that must have been held here in the past. Conjure up the more troubling specter of surveillance or reality tv. Such a diverse range of materials immediately conjures up a significant amount of potential products that this system can be used to produce. Conjures cringe-inducing memories of the legging clad leroy high kicking his way to stardom in fame. The word ‘ veteran ‘ often conjures up an image of the generation who served s.. . Conjures up ghosts of the past. Conjures up memorable imagery. Conjure up a little magic to help? Conjured an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere. Conjure up a small sprite.
my best friend spoke the words
i’m gone from this
convienent
hicccups
and soft sorft spoken spirits
we conjured a smile from you that night
as you were waiting for comedy
a smirtk frowned upside down
and someone
i still love you
fort fortuitous fakers
a magic trick
your friends
a smile frowned upsidedown
the irony
sardonic wit
you conjured a fake fast fuck
and how we mistook the engine into a cluttered
break necked branch
and how we were
what were here and how we ever gone tomorrorw
love is just an eyemey.
After all that I have been through at work lately, I have conjured up the courage to go back and show my boss that she cannot affect me. I have a great work ethic and do not intend on letting her get the best of me. I will continue to show up to work and do my best while looking for something else. I will not let her run me out without something to fall back on.
I thought that I had seen every trick in the book, until mt friend conjured up a trick or spell that left us speechless. He was able to make the building disappear right before our very eyes. We could not ask for better entertainment, well, that is what it was of course.
what is that you want me to believed and why how should I feel about this? Who is that is untrue that conflicts me? That is not what life is about– we can’t pretend to be who we are, we must be, we must believe, and share this message, be inspired by a true message.
she said the words and the spell was unleashed into the void. she manipulated manifested and bent the universal energy to conjure this latest batch of bullshit.
The witch conjured the ultimate potion. “This will give life to the one you love.” She sneered. As she handed the potion to the princess she added, “It will only work once and for one person; if I were you I would hurry back to the castle your father is gravely ill.”
He new immediately the fence was fake, and illusion conjured up by his nemesis. As he walked along it testing its mettle, he wondered why it had been put here.
today i conjured up a ghost. she was the image of everything i ever thought i would be, but am not. if only she could take my fear and weakness from me, but she only seems to reinforce it.
Then suddenly, he conjured her into his embraced, taking out her breath and robbing it of her violently, as if smothering her was a fit was for her to die, smothered by her passionate rage.
There was a time when every word I spoke conjured a world, when every sentence was the birth of something wonderful and amazing and new. And then, with the a sigh and glance, it was all taken away from me.
The terror that she faced conjured to mind an image of a nightmare: The monster, pounding at the door of the closet, the closet splitting, the monster roaring into the room, the two dead people lying on the floor. She shut her eyes, unable to bear it.
she conjured the castle and he was happy to be happy with her but as the magic abated he lost interest and inflamed
The man with the top hat smiled, a glimmer in his eye as he glanced over the chaos he had wrought. With a flick of his gloved hand, he conjured an image of the girl. The savior. “Behold. She is coming.” He whispered as he set off the fireworks that were to be seen throughout London skies. The insurrectionist was dead.
the witch conjured a potion that will create ever lasting love for the person that drinks it to the person that gave the potion to them in the first place.
So you think I’m some sort of a magician, huh? You think I can sit here and bash this keyboard’s brains out while I come up with something so startling, SO overwhelmingly original that agents will trample each other in their rush to sign me?
She knew it was going to be difficult.
So she conjured every saint she new.
She then left for the battle.
She won.
Conjoined with a memory, I conjured a feeling. Curiosity’s a lucky lady.
Meanwhile off in the distance a dog whines and elsewhere deers partake of milk and honey.
From eye balls to entrails, it was all for sale.
The few things I’ve heard are the few things I know.
Yet there are things I know without hearing first.
They say home is where the heart is set in stone – at least, that’s what the song told me.
Honestly, I have no idea. Where is home?
Is the image conjured when you think of resting? Is it when you think of where you love? Or where you rest? Where you run away to when you’re alone?
The only thing that I can think of – the only idea that comes to mind, is that home is whatever you want it to be. It’s whatever you manage to conjure up by yourself, alone in your mind.
Maybe the idea of home was in itself conjured up by some lonely little girl.
She wouldn’t be the only one.
once upon a time there was a wizard named David. Its not a normal name for a wizard but he doesn’t mind. One day, David conjured up a spell that allowed him to live forever. He lived happily ever after…forever.
I waved my wand and out of thin air I had conjured a chest, the contents of this chest astounded and bewildered me. Inside the mysterious chest was a book, but no ordinary book, a book containing a list of every human i dad ever interacted with.
It came to my mind, all in a burst of light – from where? How?
WHY?
Before I have time to even think about the answers, it’s gone, flashed way before I’m fully aware of what I’ve seen.
It’s bright, and white, and yet has so many colours.
It’s like I was blind, and it showed me the way. It’s like I was voiceless, but it gave me words nevertheless.
It came – it was conjured.
You’re not supposed to think about it for too long or whatever may have been there will disappear like it never was into something kind of awful that you’ll read back and think fuck, what the hell was I thinking, I sound so pretentions. But sometimes even if you type fast…you still do it. Conjured.
i have no idea what this word means so… um i cant really talk about it that much and i probably have loads of typos but meh who cares no me hahaha awkward silence im used to that and i am not using any full stops or commas because they are a waste of time ahahahahha always the same ohhh alex what are you saying alex nobody can see that Ur name is alex.
magical appearnces, each day each new hour is full of surprises, light the way for what is next
Shapes and shadows formed in the smoke, lights flashing around in different shapes. It was a terror of a thing to watch. His hands swirled in the air, heavy robes hanging from his arms like so much silk dead weight. His voice was monotonous, repeating the phrases without concentration far more than I could ever succeed in doing.
I was conjured from the depths of a small, dark place where I used to think little of the world and now I think even less of it. I wish I could say that the light brought me freedom but it only brought me pain and blindness.
I conjured up the idea that it was okay to be different. I always went along with everyone else’s ideas and decided that for once, I was just going to be me. Though being me conjured up the possibility of being left out. I never wanted to be left out, that just wasn’t fair.
There she was. At the bottom of the hill, lurking. Her eyes were filled with hatred, the kind that is rarely seen. It is almost as if I could see white foam coming out of her mouth, in the ways of an aggressive dog. And then, she conjured it.
Her body appeared as though from nowhere. I had to blink a few times to make sure that it was even there, that this had actually happened, and it was not a trick of the light. As I watched, the strange woman’s body had appeared across the room, conjured up from thin air.
No one walked past the old man voluntarily. They simply assigned him and his conjuring trick to insanity. His chalky complexion and scabbing scalp were no longer symbols of old age, but things which determined an outcast. Of the rabbits and doves he pulled from the hat, no one dared approach him directly. Superstition racked the frail bodies of the townspeople and flew on the wind from ear to ear, accelerated by flapping jaws and loose lips like some perverse torch-lit parade; there had been no rain for a year, and reserves were all but gone. And because the old man and jus conjuring tricks hd arrived at the same time, no one wanted to worsen the curse. Occasionally, and only occasionally, a few young boys on the cusp of adulthood would venture out with their father’s rusted hunting knives to slit the throats of the furred and feathered beings. It was simply the old man’s tax, what he got in return for his own life, for these boys were the Keepers of the Peace.
“Begone, conjured spirit!” I shouted as I scrambled further along the mountainside. “I will hear no more of your lies!”
“I do not speak lies, young mistress,” the spirit said, it’s voice monotone. “But eternal truths, those sewn not in stone but in the very fabric of time,”
I turned back to face it, my chest heaving from the climb. “What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice ragged.
well, I don’t really know the word. It sounds like a cow or something. Perhaps like being captured, I have really no Idea. But it’s great fun to read it. Actually it makes me laugh a little on the inside. con.. like desucon. Perhaps it’s some dress-up thing. Dress up like a cow, please. That would be cool. I WANT A SIMPLER WORD!
As I walk past your old, abandoned house, the ghost of you conjures with a gust of wind. Although the haunting presence startles me, I find peace in your imaginary company. I ramble on to the wind as if you were truly there to listen.
Conjured is a cool word. It reminds me of magic. I like magic. I remember in one Modern Family episode, Jay takes Gloria to a magic show, and at first she hates it, then she loves it, and Jay starts to hate it. It was funny.
Conjured is one of my favorite words. It makes me think of magic, and pitch perfect because in pitch perfect benji does magic. I watched pitch perfect today with my friends. It a good movie. I love my friends. I like conjured. It brings me good memories.
conjure up a feeling
or conjure up a dream
long forgotten
swims in thoughts
i wish i’d grasp your hand.
wake up in the snowtime
the springtime warm
flowers.
conjure up a dream now
use your
dreaming powers
giulio cesare, catilina, l’infamia. non ti puoi fidare di nessuno perchè chiunque puà rivelarsi alleato del nemico e bramare alle tue spalle. a volte però può essere giusta, nei casi di mal governo: il giusto ha la sua rivalsa.
Conjure images from childhood. Walking through the hall instantly conjures up images of grand parties that must have been held here in the past. Conjure up the more troubling specter of surveillance or reality tv. Such a diverse range of materials immediately conjures up a significant amount of potential products that this system can be used to produce. Conjures cringe-inducing memories of the legging clad leroy high kicking his way to stardom in fame. The word ‘ veteran ‘ often conjures up an image of the generation who served s.. . Conjures up ghosts of the past. Conjures up memorable imagery. Conjure up a little magic to help? Conjured an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere. Conjure up a small sprite.
my best friend spoke the words
i’m gone from this
convienent
hicccups
and soft sorft spoken spirits
we conjured a smile from you that night
as you were waiting for comedy
a smirtk frowned upside down
and someone
i still love you
fort fortuitous fakers
a magic trick
your friends
a smile frowned upsidedown
the irony
sardonic wit
you conjured a fake fast fuck
and how we mistook the engine into a cluttered
break necked branch
and how we were
what were here and how we ever gone tomorrorw
love is just an eyemey.
After all that I have been through at work lately, I have conjured up the courage to go back and show my boss that she cannot affect me. I have a great work ethic and do not intend on letting her get the best of me. I will continue to show up to work and do my best while looking for something else. I will not let her run me out without something to fall back on.
I thought that I had seen every trick in the book, until mt friend conjured up a trick or spell that left us speechless. He was able to make the building disappear right before our very eyes. We could not ask for better entertainment, well, that is what it was of course.
what is that you want me to believed and why how should I feel about this? Who is that is untrue that conflicts me? That is not what life is about– we can’t pretend to be who we are, we must be, we must believe, and share this message, be inspired by a true message.
she said the words and the spell was unleashed into the void. she manipulated manifested and bent the universal energy to conjure this latest batch of bullshit.
The witch conjured the ultimate potion. “This will give life to the one you love.” She sneered. As she handed the potion to the princess she added, “It will only work once and for one person; if I were you I would hurry back to the castle your father is gravely ill.”
He new immediately the fence was fake, and illusion conjured up by his nemesis. As he walked along it testing its mettle, he wondered why it had been put here.
today i conjured up a ghost. she was the image of everything i ever thought i would be, but am not. if only she could take my fear and weakness from me, but she only seems to reinforce it.
Avada kadavra.
Then suddenly, he conjured her into his embraced, taking out her breath and robbing it of her violently, as if smothering her was a fit was for her to die, smothered by her passionate rage.
There was a time when every word I spoke conjured a world, when every sentence was the birth of something wonderful and amazing and new. And then, with the a sigh and glance, it was all taken away from me.
The terror that she faced conjured to mind an image of a nightmare: The monster, pounding at the door of the closet, the closet splitting, the monster roaring into the room, the two dead people lying on the floor. She shut her eyes, unable to bear it.