flakes

November 22nd, 2010 | 289 Entries

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289 Entries for “flakes”

  1. Snow flakes started gathering on the window. My view got blurry, but I was enjoying it. It had been a while since I last had such an experience while driving.

    by Mits on 11.23.2010
  2. snow flake are beautiful. i love to watch them falling.

    by Cindy on 11.23.2010
  3. snow flakes fell from the sky as a dove flew by
    the morning dew lay still on ripe blades of grass
    a yellow sun shone as the weather is done

    by Tiffany on 11.23.2010
  4. To be honest, flakes is a caused word for destruction of sanity. Flakes in the morning, flakes in your hair, flakes outside your front door, flakes inside your office building, flakes practically flaking everywhere! What to do you ask? Well to be fair, flaking out isn’t one of them. Flaking out for a quick fling? That’ll work.

    by flakymcflake on 11.22.2010
  5. beautiful snow flakes – as many as there are happy people in the planet. And each person’s happiness to be as pure and simple as the snow flake – that’s my wish for today.

  6. flakes are the particles of the things that make up our lives. everything we hold dear, could be destroyed into nothing but tiny flakes. flakes are compacted to make up what we love.

  7. i love flakes of chocolate. flakes of anything. flake of ice of snow of chocolate of flaky things. flakes are so cool. Everyone should love flakes.

    by trisha on 11.22.2010
  8. the snowflakes in ithaca, where i go to school, are prettier than those in new jersey, where i live the rest of the year. they taste better, too. cleaner. i love the snow, so i guess that that is why i have always liked winter better than summer. some of my best memories are of me and my friends dancing through the ithaca snowfalls.

    by lisa on 11.22.2010
  9. Thade stared, dumbfounded up at the the sky. The white flakes fell, with grace and poise so alien to this world. He was uneasy because of it. Calm. Calm didn’t exist in this world. There was only chaos. The soothing white gently covering the land with it’s love was… wrong.

  10. all flakes flew to the cloud it seemed like snow but it was desires that vanished and reappeared as if in the distant memory . Not knowing the real purpose and will.

    by Ramesh on 11.22.2010
  11. The snow flakers were falling down one by one. And what did the boy do? He stuck out his tongue, hestitant about it. He felt the burning cold sensation on his tongue, and just like that, it disappeared. The boy looked around him, marveling at the wonder of these snowflakes, and when he had the chance to see them up close on his woolen red mitten, he realized that they had such intricate, beautiful geometric shapes. How could I capture these in a photo? Was there no way to capture these beautiful flakes forever? Could it only be that iI could only see these beautiful things every winter? He did not think so, that God would not have created such beautiful flakes for nothing.

    by Anny on 11.22.2010
  12. Normally the soft flakes dancing around me would make me smile. Now I watched in horror, my tears freezing as the flakes fluttered against my face taunting me. The sounds of someone shouting filled the cold night air. I struggled out of the policeman’s grasp and raced towards the mangled metal in the road. Someone grabbed me and flung me to the ground, but it was too late, I had already seen what I had so prayed against. Her body laid lifeless on the cold pavement, the cold harsh flakes gently kissing her goodbye. Next to her body lye her cell phone which I had tried so hard to call to tell her I loved her, but chose not to. One of the officers tugged at a piece of paper that was firm in her unresponsive grasp. My heart fell as the torn photo of me and my girlfriend fell to the ground. She knew about us. This was my fault. No she would never know it was her I truly loved. Her I finally chose.

    by CatCat on 11.22.2010
  13. flakes of corn.flakes of dandruf,flakes of snow,flakes of lakes.lakes of water.water of life.life of this and of ours.our destiny from simple little flakes.particles of tiny little corn flake cereals.and milk mixed in with banana chunks. yum.

    by stephanie b. reyes on 11.22.2010
  14. the beautiful angels spiraled down upon our faces, our noses pink and pinched from the white dressed ballet. Sighs of crisp contentment come crunching from beneath our unsteady feet, as we stared up into the mysterious night.

    by rosa on 11.22.2010
  15. snow is white and when it falls it shows the most beautiful snowflakes in the world.
    I love to watch them sit upon my jacket while I try and make out the different shapes and sizes. It’s my favorite part of winter in Michigan. Especially when it’s super cold and all I can think about to keep my mind off of it is the flakes.

    by Deave on 11.22.2010
  16. there’s a little house at the end of a little road that winds through a forest that is full of golden and ruby leaves. these leaves flutter to the ground, sailing softly in zig-zagging arcs that catch the sunlight and glint like flakes of gold in the air. This house, this little house, there is smoke coming from the chimney and you wonder who lives there. who lives alone in that title house at the end of the little road that winds through a forest that is full of golden and ruby leaves where they, they fall like flakes of gold?

    by Q on 11.22.2010
  17. Snow flakes are my favorite thing in the whole world.. When it snows I just go peacefully into thought and I feel like doing nothing but writing, like I’m doing right now. All I can think about is sadness, but not bad thoughts, just very romantic. I love snow. It makes me happier than sad.

    by Gabby on 11.22.2010
  18. dandruff. my sisters head. that one time in the breakfast club where that girl drew that picture and then she ran her fingers through her hair to make the picture look snowy but really it was dandruff. NASTY. I have dandruff right now. and it’s really gross. one time i thought my boyfriend had it and i didn’t wanna have sex with him

    by sara jett on 11.22.2010
  19. as i sit hear and ponder i seem to want to scratch my head. Why are these flakes dropping down like the snow outside. Is it a sign that I am not myself today? Is it a sign that the seasons are changing. Or is it a reminder that everything goes through a cycle and everything comes to an end. We all must be reminded by the smallest of the flakes, and the largest of the problems.

    by T ward on 11.22.2010
  20. falling down
    across the chimney
    they lay
    and they bead
    they build themselves into a town
    and they rest inside
    and are not wanted
    but can be warm
    loving
    kisses

    by Libby Jones on 11.22.2010
  21. As the snow flakes fall gently to the ground, I place his brown and grey toque on his little head. It was damn cold outside.

    by brittany on 11.22.2010
  22. I leaned into him, his taut chest so warm. It had been so long since I allowed myself to be this close to someone. What would the others think of me? A vampire falling for a werewolf? So unnatural, yet so perfect. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the humans racing inside trying to avoid the cold wet flakes that were falling around us. Wrappimg his arms around me, he pulled me closer as if to protect me from the cold flakes. For once I felt human

    by CatCat on 11.22.2010
  23. I wish you would stop being a flake. Am I from another time? A finer era where people finish what they started? I don’t think making our date is too much to ask considering all the naps you take.

  24. Sometimes I feel like everyone makes such a big deal about snowing. It really isn’t that big of a deal. I love how it looks when it snows though, everything falling and being able to watch everything moving. The other thing I really like about snow is that for a brief instant, everything is white and pure. Just for a moment.

    by Daniel on 11.22.2010
  25. So often in my life I have reached in the pantry for the box of cereal only to find that someone has left me less than the necessary amount for a full bowl. Bastards.

    by Stephen on 11.22.2010
  26. I see you through flakes of snow; a pink glass window, a melting sun. The door opens and I see you standing in your bathrobe; you look like nothing yet I feel you.

  27. The flakes that fell from high above, blown from high atop the Guarantee Building at the corner of Church and Pearl Streets. No person alive could remember that flake from long ago.

    by andrew b on 11.22.2010
  28. snow flakes are always different patterns. the way they fall and settle upon the earth is just magical, and each one has its own story, a story that each human being can relate to. snow flakes. synonymous to human beings. and equally mysterious.

    by Lindsay on 11.22.2010
  29. the word flakes reminds me of snowflakes, which makes me think of winter, and grey skies and cold winds, which makes me want to cuddle up under a heating blanket with a cup of hot chocolate.

    by Shanee Marvin on 11.22.2010
  30. corn flakes, snow flakes, danruff flakes two are white and the other is yellowl Yum, I love corn flakes, snow flakes are all different and oh so pretty, danduff flakes are something that I don’t like to see. It means that the person is not taking really good care of their scalp skin.

    by Kathy on 11.22.2010
  31. slowly the flakes started falling all around me. i saw there was nothing to say, but i couldn’t help but let myself say it anyway.
    sometimes it’s what you have to do. sometimes it’s the flakes that make me do it. and they are to what i owe my love for you to. the flakes that brought us together.

    by eve on 11.22.2010
  32. snow drifting through the leaves, many tiny little ones just floating about. They defy gravity, so peacefully serene. Suspended rain, time stopped for all to see, for all to walk through and gaze in wonder. at least i know now, at least I know.

    by Neil on 11.22.2010
  33. He laughed to himself quietly, the noise full of spite as snowflakes danced around him, as if they were playing tag with the wind. Those foolish humans! Aware of nothing but their childish holiday and wanting nothing but presents as if they deserved a reward for tainting the Earth.

  34. sometimes, it’s all it takes. Not a slew of meaningless babble dripping slow from a hollowed mind. A certain look, a glint of the eye, and just that one word is all that it takes. Say it.

    by debra on 11.22.2010
  35. some times i find flakes in my hair. it means that i dont wash it enough. its actually kind of gross when i kind them on my clothes or in my bed. not many people have this problem but a few people do, like myself. its not my fault that water is too much money and i work at mcdonalds.

    by becca on 11.22.2010
  36. The white smallness in my hands,
    Soft, and cold
    Melts at my fingers touch.
    help me save it for another moment please?

  37. The summer always ended on a bad note. Not really because of school beginning. No, it was that last minute tanning that resulted in lobster-burn and peeling and flaking skin for the next month. Worst feeling to have just before the back-to-school jitters.

    by Laura on 11.22.2010
  38. They were covered in a blanket of white, bathing in the pool made from the ceramic dish. The silver utensil dipping into them went underneath, dug up the delicious bits, and traveled to my mouth.

    by Kyla Truman on 11.22.2010
  39. the snow flakes broke the brown monotony of falls rustling residue.

    by Sarah on 11.22.2010
  40. are delicious in milk. Some times, I fill up a little bowl of them, and the wait till they get really soggy, and then dump the thing out cus they taste awful after they get soggy. Why would I want to eat soggy flakes…they’re not even flakes any more…they’re soggies. and soggies suck

    by Dave on 11.22.2010