The lights dimmed as her blood leaked out of her lifeless body and on to the cold tile floor. Her screams still echoed through the halls of her empty house. The killer sat on the floor by her now paling body and kissed her gently on the cheek. “All will be well soon, my dear.” he whispered. As he stood up, he slipped on what once was her blood. It now belonged to this murderous creature.
it so dim in here! DDD: why? uhmmm ive been in like a dim room beofre! its scary :3 why am i saying this?!!?!? HELLO!??! you cant even sometimes see the person in front of you. ITS HILARIOUS, you bump in to walls and other people if there is other people in the room. soo yeah i love you! hahahaha omg.
The lights are bright but her eyes are dim
the croud is huge and it pulls her in
she dissapears into them, and no one looks up
maybe they would if ever she had loved
he looks for her but he doesn’t find
he thinks she meant to leave him behind
but she’s searching for something he couldn’t give
she wishes to know and to feel and to live.
The night sky was alight with dim colored light bulbs, painting the air around them with pastels and vibrant colors. It gave the world a joyful and wonderful feeling. Like a present appearing under the christmas tree. You just can’t wait to see what’s inside.
He was, how does one say it? dim. Nothing to write home about. It must have been his walk, his talk, or the funny way he looked at everyone as if he was from another planet. These things made up for what he lacked in the brains department. She loved him despite his being unintelligent. It was simply his way.
Coming on this site today, I feel like everyone is going to write about lights or emotions dimming. As I was about to write, I tried thinking of something insanely profound and artistic, but then I realized I was trying too hard.
the lights in the room are too dim, she thinks to herself, trying to brush off the feeling of sinking loneliness in her bones. she shuts her eyes tight, substituting darkness for more darkness and feels no security. the covers are too heavy, and the wind is howling much too loudly for the middle of june. there’s something missing, she thinks quietly to herself, biting her lower lip in frustration, curling into a tight ball and falling into fitful sleep.
“Dim the lights,” the night beckoned and sang.
They responded in kind, the push and pull of tenderness given way to a feast for the eyes, for lips, for melding hearts transformed in quiet, shallow light.
the lights. going down. what life? the one around. living quietly? or shining bright? did someone turn out your life? your rights? where are you going tonight? its your choice, its your destiny. be who you wanna be. don’t let Others make or break you, depend on God-dont live dimly.
My life has become lifeless,
The light has been shut off,
The switch in the wrong direction,
Sensing my energy being ebbed away,
Without any sight I have lost my might,
And in the night,
My eyes can’t see,
I cannot move,
This is a limbo,
A standstill,
All I can do is wait,
For something to be the shine so bright,
That the tunnel will be illuminated,
And respark the fire in me.
nice sex lighting, my grandpa eats dinner when the lights are dim, i think it makes a room look dirty and i have to squint all the damn time, i want to fall asleep when the lights are dim,
“I moving, okay. So please just leave her alone and never, EVER try that again. If you do I can promise the vision of your life will fade in to a dim memory for anyone that you know.” Nila felt relief at the threat her guardian delivered to the figure, though at the same time feeling guilty for the situation having come to such dire threats.
Dim the lights. It’s time to go on stage. Everyone rustles behind the curtain, nervously awaiting it to lift and expose them to the mass audience yearning for their entertainment. A sudden lift – light – and begin. What was the line again? Oh, yeah. Sudden remembrance. And go. The show begins.
It’s dark. But from underneath the door, a stray ray of light peeks through. It’s small, but touches what it can and moves on. And what it hits is illuminated, lit up as bright as the farthest star in the sky. Maybe I won’t be the brightest star, or the closest. I won’t be the hottest or the one that’s always there. But I hope I’ll be able to touch your life when our strands intertwine and share my light with you. I won’t put you in the spotlight, but I’ll hand you a spark so dim you won’t even know, until you look back years later and realize that I did care. That I always cared for you.
I gotta call. I. Got. A. Call. Breathe. Stretch. Relax. As you know, I’ve been waiting. Two months between the first & second calls. Now three months later the third call. It has to be the news I’m waiting for. It has to be the thing I’ve been asking God, the Universe, the Angels… anyone who is out there really, for. Surely the future will not be dim.
In the dim light, everything looks better. It was like the flowers, the trees, the cars even, – and above all, your face – they were all in soft focus. Like old movies, or something. Even the most humble object gained some elegance in the dimness. If only the sun would just wait a little longer to rise…
It’s dim in this room. We have a lamp, but there isn’t much light. Our house is dim because we don’t have a lot of windows. I love sunlight. Our house is depressing.
The lights we dim, it was like a sunset at the beach, but a more desirable experience. We just laid there & enjoyed each other’s company. It was pure happiness & bliss. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was the best noise I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I swear it was like heaven on earth.
Dim lighting one of the most romantic types of lighting. i think it is romantic because it naturally disguises little imperfections making one seem more attractive. sure dime lighting can bring a mysterious essence but also a be deceiving.
There’s a kid I see everyday in the hallway. He’s a little dopey looking, so I don’t blame others when they pick on him.
He has a type of OCD that’s almost overwhelming. He has to keep everything straight, parallel, symmetrical, otherwise, he starts muttering to himself in a frenzied, hectic panic.
He’s dim. There’s no other way to say it, but the fact that he is unintelligent.
But he’s also fighting. He’s a dim light in the darkness of disorder.
dim, the lights are dimmed. the essnece that is brought when the lights are dimeed are just great, emotions such as mystery and romance fill the air, its breathtaking. but dim also can give fear in ones p
Dim lighting, I cant see anything.
Dim feelings, I cant feel anything.
Dim love, I’m alone.
Dim world wont leave me alone. I cant see anything, I can barely walk.
Without you here.
It was dim in the room as the morning sun shone through the curtains. She sat up with sigh and hung her feet over the edge of her bed. Another morning was here, another night was over. Now she had to face the day once again. She prepared herself mentally. Reminding herself that she was strong enough to get through one more day. Just get through the day.
dim mean not very bright, it can also mean someone is not very smart. a light bulb can be described as dim. i dont think night can be described as dim.
“…As a plank. I tried talking to him but it’s like trying to push a donut up a hill with your flute. If he doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it, boss. It’s his loss. Two million he’ll miss out on. Two bleedin’ million. How dim do you have to be not to buy a lottery ticket?”
The lights dimmed, the pancakes eaten, we settled down for an early morning movie. We had stayed up for hours, cuddling, too alert to sleep, too stubborn to dream. The dream was here, and now, with one o’clock breakfast and a horrid 1950s sci-fi film. I buried my head in her shoulder. I breathed happiness.
when the light are dim i pet my rabbit then he poops on my bed because he gets a lil too comftorable. i swat him across the room and he hisses and lunges then the lights dont go dim anymore so i cry and read my lame book that makes no sense and then my dog sleeps and my ranbbit bites hey i never looked at the screen while typing hehehe cant you tell?
The dim lighting was what apparently, Josh had mistaken for romantic. I, on the other hand, thought it was silly. I could barely see my seat, much less my food. Talk about modern-day dining. Ha. More like modern-day Hollister. However, I couldn’t help but smile at his honest attempt at romance.
as i slowly dimed the lights i drank in the sight of the shadows her body cast upon itself. the supple curve of her waist and smooth lines cast over her face by the shadows drew my lips towards hers. the pull of our flesh was to much for wither of us to resist and we slowly fell into each others arms and sank to the floor wrapped together as one.
The light was dim in her heart. She was a twisted soul of the sort. Never going anywhere yet always somewhere. Never to be found but right in front of you the whole time She’s there, waiting, listening, watching.
in a dimly lit room with swaying light fixtures
shadows cast on the wooden base seem to crawl
I’m reminded of being drunk
the whole room rocks back and forth, or are those my legs?
balance is the least of my concerns
because sitting in the corner is a dark figure
his face is to the wall, but I can tell he has something to say
under my breath I whisper, “you’re lies are like the venom of scorpions, I will never listen to you”
the wheeled chair begins to squeak as the man turns in it
I panic– I need to escape, but there are no doors in this dimly lit room
I am trapped.
The lights dimmed as her blood leaked out of her lifeless body and on to the cold tile floor. Her screams still echoed through the halls of her empty house. The killer sat on the floor by her now paling body and kissed her gently on the cheek. “All will be well soon, my dear.” he whispered. As he stood up, he slipped on what once was her blood. It now belonged to this murderous creature.
it so dim in here! DDD: why? uhmmm ive been in like a dim room beofre! its scary :3 why am i saying this?!!?!? HELLO!??! you cant even sometimes see the person in front of you. ITS HILARIOUS, you bump in to walls and other people if there is other people in the room. soo yeah i love you! hahahaha omg.
The lights are bright but her eyes are dim
the croud is huge and it pulls her in
she dissapears into them, and no one looks up
maybe they would if ever she had loved
he looks for her but he doesn’t find
he thinks she meant to leave him behind
but she’s searching for something he couldn’t give
she wishes to know and to feel and to live.
The night sky was alight with dim colored light bulbs, painting the air around them with pastels and vibrant colors. It gave the world a joyful and wonderful feeling. Like a present appearing under the christmas tree. You just can’t wait to see what’s inside.
voices fill the air just as a dim light fills a large room, subtle yet warming, there is company for me
He was, how does one say it? dim. Nothing to write home about. It must have been his walk, his talk, or the funny way he looked at everyone as if he was from another planet. These things made up for what he lacked in the brains department. She loved him despite his being unintelligent. It was simply his way.
she blew out the dimness and let in the light. she had no time left for melancholy days. she was on the road to happy once again.
Coming on this site today, I feel like everyone is going to write about lights or emotions dimming. As I was about to write, I tried thinking of something insanely profound and artistic, but then I realized I was trying too hard.
the lights in the room are too dim, she thinks to herself, trying to brush off the feeling of sinking loneliness in her bones. she shuts her eyes tight, substituting darkness for more darkness and feels no security. the covers are too heavy, and the wind is howling much too loudly for the middle of june. there’s something missing, she thinks quietly to herself, biting her lower lip in frustration, curling into a tight ball and falling into fitful sleep.
“Dim the lights,” the night beckoned and sang.
They responded in kind, the push and pull of tenderness given way to a feast for the eyes, for lips, for melding hearts transformed in quiet, shallow light.
the lights. going down. what life? the one around. living quietly? or shining bright? did someone turn out your life? your rights? where are you going tonight? its your choice, its your destiny. be who you wanna be. don’t let Others make or break you, depend on God-dont live dimly.
My life has become lifeless,
The light has been shut off,
The switch in the wrong direction,
Sensing my energy being ebbed away,
Without any sight I have lost my might,
And in the night,
My eyes can’t see,
I cannot move,
This is a limbo,
A standstill,
All I can do is wait,
For something to be the shine so bright,
That the tunnel will be illuminated,
And respark the fire in me.
dim. dim sum? how about dimming the lights so that it’s cozy and shit? dimmed lights make my living room go sexy. this is bad writing.
he dim the light and then i saw very good food comming in the door i was so hungry !! i ate it all in a few secondes everything was gone..
She wanted to dim the light after work.
dim is a very important word in politics it means demographic i-man!
nice sex lighting, my grandpa eats dinner when the lights are dim, i think it makes a room look dirty and i have to squint all the damn time, i want to fall asleep when the lights are dim,
the lights are dimmed
my heart has been dimmed forever
shine on my parade dont dim on it
why so dim
i dont like being in this dim
“I moving, okay. So please just leave her alone and never, EVER try that again. If you do I can promise the vision of your life will fade in to a dim memory for anyone that you know.” Nila felt relief at the threat her guardian delivered to the figure, though at the same time feeling guilty for the situation having come to such dire threats.
Dim the lights. It’s time to go on stage. Everyone rustles behind the curtain, nervously awaiting it to lift and expose them to the mass audience yearning for their entertainment. A sudden lift – light – and begin. What was the line again? Oh, yeah. Sudden remembrance. And go. The show begins.
It’s dark. But from underneath the door, a stray ray of light peeks through. It’s small, but touches what it can and moves on. And what it hits is illuminated, lit up as bright as the farthest star in the sky. Maybe I won’t be the brightest star, or the closest. I won’t be the hottest or the one that’s always there. But I hope I’ll be able to touch your life when our strands intertwine and share my light with you. I won’t put you in the spotlight, but I’ll hand you a spark so dim you won’t even know, until you look back years later and realize that I did care. That I always cared for you.
The dim light reflected only the larger contortions of his face as he gazed up in silence.
“Yes?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow. Merlin swore he could see a hint of smugness. The prat. Arthur knew what Merlin wanted to say.
“I-I…” Well, maybe HE knew, but Merlin sure didn’t.
“It’s alright.” Arthur said softly, his tone changing to complete understanding. “Me too.”
I gotta call. I. Got. A. Call. Breathe. Stretch. Relax. As you know, I’ve been waiting. Two months between the first & second calls. Now three months later the third call. It has to be the news I’m waiting for. It has to be the thing I’ve been asking God, the Universe, the Angels… anyone who is out there really, for. Surely the future will not be dim.
In the dim light, everything looks better. It was like the flowers, the trees, the cars even, – and above all, your face – they were all in soft focus. Like old movies, or something. Even the most humble object gained some elegance in the dimness. If only the sun would just wait a little longer to rise…
It’s dim in this room. We have a lamp, but there isn’t much light. Our house is dim because we don’t have a lot of windows. I love sunlight. Our house is depressing.
The lights we dim, it was like a sunset at the beach, but a more desirable experience. We just laid there & enjoyed each other’s company. It was pure happiness & bliss. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was the best noise I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I swear it was like heaven on earth.
Dim lighting one of the most romantic types of lighting. i think it is romantic because it naturally disguises little imperfections making one seem more attractive. sure dime lighting can bring a mysterious essence but also a be deceiving.
There’s a kid I see everyday in the hallway. He’s a little dopey looking, so I don’t blame others when they pick on him.
He has a type of OCD that’s almost overwhelming. He has to keep everything straight, parallel, symmetrical, otherwise, he starts muttering to himself in a frenzied, hectic panic.
He’s dim. There’s no other way to say it, but the fact that he is unintelligent.
But he’s also fighting. He’s a dim light in the darkness of disorder.
dim, the lights are dimmed. the essnece that is brought when the lights are dimeed are just great, emotions such as mystery and romance fill the air, its breathtaking. but dim also can give fear in ones p
Dim lighting, I cant see anything.
Dim feelings, I cant feel anything.
Dim love, I’m alone.
Dim world wont leave me alone. I cant see anything, I can barely walk.
Without you here.
It was dim in the room as the morning sun shone through the curtains. She sat up with sigh and hung her feet over the edge of her bed. Another morning was here, another night was over. Now she had to face the day once again. She prepared herself mentally. Reminding herself that she was strong enough to get through one more day. Just get through the day.
dim mean not very bright, it can also mean someone is not very smart. a light bulb can be described as dim. i dont think night can be described as dim.
“…As a plank. I tried talking to him but it’s like trying to push a donut up a hill with your flute. If he doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it, boss. It’s his loss. Two million he’ll miss out on. Two bleedin’ million. How dim do you have to be not to buy a lottery ticket?”
The lights dimmed, the pancakes eaten, we settled down for an early morning movie. We had stayed up for hours, cuddling, too alert to sleep, too stubborn to dream. The dream was here, and now, with one o’clock breakfast and a horrid 1950s sci-fi film. I buried my head in her shoulder. I breathed happiness.
when the light are dim i pet my rabbit then he poops on my bed because he gets a lil too comftorable. i swat him across the room and he hisses and lunges then the lights dont go dim anymore so i cry and read my lame book that makes no sense and then my dog sleeps and my ranbbit bites hey i never looked at the screen while typing hehehe cant you tell?
straight.
The dim lighting was what apparently, Josh had mistaken for romantic. I, on the other hand, thought it was silly. I could barely see my seat, much less my food. Talk about modern-day dining. Ha. More like modern-day Hollister. However, I couldn’t help but smile at his honest attempt at romance.
as i slowly dimed the lights i drank in the sight of the shadows her body cast upon itself. the supple curve of her waist and smooth lines cast over her face by the shadows drew my lips towards hers. the pull of our flesh was to much for wither of us to resist and we slowly fell into each others arms and sank to the floor wrapped together as one.
The light was dim in her heart. She was a twisted soul of the sort. Never going anywhere yet always somewhere. Never to be found but right in front of you the whole time She’s there, waiting, listening, watching.
in a dimly lit room with swaying light fixtures
shadows cast on the wooden base seem to crawl
I’m reminded of being drunk
the whole room rocks back and forth, or are those my legs?
balance is the least of my concerns
because sitting in the corner is a dark figure
his face is to the wall, but I can tell he has something to say
under my breath I whisper, “you’re lies are like the venom of scorpions, I will never listen to you”
the wheeled chair begins to squeak as the man turns in it
I panic– I need to escape, but there are no doors in this dimly lit room
I am trapped.