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When she hovered over my shoulder, watching every keystroke. it really bugged me! How can I not make mistakes when every twitch of my finger is another chance to error? But the worst part was feeling her breath on my arm. Annoying. Distracting.
Step back! Trust me. I’ll get the job done, and give you the results.
If you will …
By CameoRoze URL on 09.11.2011
i heard the buzz behind me, in the bush. i turned around. and saw something that resembled anything i had seen. it hovered, moving its wings. later i found out it was called humming bird.
By kaorita on 09.11.2011
Suddenly, hovering over Jensen’s head was a small hummingbird-like device, which changed from hover to flitting left and right and up and down. The one thing that caught Jensen’s eye was that it was not natural, it was a machine. A beautiful, gleaming mechanical hummingbird.
“Well, I’ll be,” Jensen muttered, a tiny relative of Big Brother.”
By chole URL on 09.11.2011
she hovers on the horizon, dorsal fin in the air, waiting for her mates
By Debbie URL on 09.11.2011
I hover above the ground. Unable to understand how or why. What happened to me that night. Did I die?
By Katarina URL on 09.11.2011
In my language, this word means “hooves”. Galloping, running away from what’s left in the past towards something; someday, in the distant future.
By Alegría URL on 09.11.2011
I hate these hovering feelings. It’s been 3 months and i thought it’d all pass by now. but i need to remember. you can fuck around all you want now but one day you’ll want to settle down and you’ll realize that i was the best you ever had. but you were NEVER the best i ever had. whether you’re happy or not doesn’t change the fact that i deserve the best. And I’ll find it.
By ramona on 09.11.2011
i don’t know what this word means, but it sounds like clover, and those are really pretty. All my life i have strived to find a four leaved clover, but my mission has not been yet completed. I remain in wonder if i will ever find one.
By Alisa URL on 09.11.2011
Space all araound that no one person can fully grasp.
By Samantha Ferrell on 09.11.2011
Hover. She hovered between thoughts and work. Trying to find a story that involved spoken words, not just feelings, emotions, sights, touch and sound… well… sound, But a particular sound. The sound that was formed between the teeth and on the tongue and the back of the throat of human beings. A unique sound that had a thousand different meanings. Even just one, could have a thousand different meanings…
By Paint S.C. URL on 09.11.2011
Hover through the town like B2TF being a pimp on a hoverboard! Then, enjoy life.
By Sean on 09.11.2011
My bad mood from yesterday continues to hover just above my head today. Things are all out of whack. It’s funny. Some days are so much better than others. One rolls the dice each day that we are blessed to wake up. So far so good. We shall see what Monday brings!
By Fender2010 URL on 09.11.2011
My ballet mom hovered over me like some sort of vulture. Waiting for me to mess up so she could correct me, waiting for me to be perfect so she could praise me. She did everything for me, including living.
By MO URL on 09.11.2011
On the surface
around & again.
Floating, a breath –
By wordmad URL on 09.11.2011
Like my mother
Like I am his mother, I hover and judge.
I hover and critique the world as though I am without flaw
because I am full of flaw
because I work so hard to be above it
By Joni URL on 09.11.2011
I like how creative teens do their websites.
They always have fun ways to bring life even to web buttons when you hover over them.
By Cathy URL on 09.11.2011
She hovered over her home country for a second, then moved on. In 3009, this is something that is done quite often. I kid is unhappy with their surroundings, so they steal a hovercraft and move out.
By Maria on 09.11.2011
I’m caught in this place, not connecting to anyone. I hover on the edges, they all think they know me, but they don’t have the real connection that I so desperately need. I’m floating away all the time, like a hot air balloon with no connection to land. I don’t know how to get back, and they don’t know how to reach me.
By silentalltheseYEARS URL on 09.11.2011
I watched the Vimana desend over the apliacain mountians. it struck fear inot my heart. I felt it race. It got faster and faster. I thought it might explode. Its speed was scaring me. I notice the Vimana was facing me. Oh crap was all i could think, before i blew up.
By Brandon URL on 09.11.2011
You would hover over me. I wanted to experience life. I wanted to make mistakes, explore, and live. I wanted freedom from you.
By Marina URL on 09.11.2011
holy cow! Did you see that? Just like it was being sucked up by hover vacuum, the end of the noodle whipped off the plate, flipped around her face then slapped her cheek before she sucked it in between her lips. “I love spaghetti!”
By Seansj URL on 09.11.2011
it floats above my left shoulder. whispers ideas in my ear. it floats to my right and convinces me of wrongs. it hovers. just out of reach, but within earshot.
By kai URL on 09.11.2011
it’s 2011. it’s the future. we have phones that can do our work for us, we have cars that tell us where to go, we have microwaves programmed to recognize what foods we’re putting in it, we have web browsers that function better than computers, we have skyscrapers close to miles high, we have everything that the people of the past have ever dreamed and wanted.
so then where the HELL is my hovercar?
By Leanne URL on 09.11.2011
The hovercraft waited patiently over the campsite.. it waited 20 minutes, an hour, three. Suddenly, a light flicked on, and someone emerged from the tent. The hovercraft knew that its time was almost up; it floated by a tree to hide, but he saw. “Look up there!!” he screamed in utter fear and disbelief.
By Ariana on 09.11.2011
The clouds hover ominously over our street. I’m sitting in the alley, toes nudging the loose gravel around. I’m hoping for rain, for the fresh feeling of water falling from the sky. Somehow it always cleanses my soul. What does it take, though, for the rain to begin falling? An urgency, a fullness of the cloud. Does God’s grace have that same urgency?
By miss on 09.11.2011
every single moment i’m in the sky enjoying every art, everytime i’m near you, see you, thi feeling makes me hover… feeling so free so me!
By regina URL on 09.11.2011
I love to hover over people. Get them the feeling of fear. get their blood pumping as they realize someone is now watching their every mistake. Oh what it would be like to do it all the time. Every hard working over stressed person just snapping under my sights sounds beautiful.
By Elizabeth Ann URL on 09.11.2011
Hover? What does that mean… Hov! Reminds me of Jay Z?… Think I should consult a dictionary. OoooOOOOoOooOO TO HOVER. Like a Hovercraft or Board. Marty McFly style. Im hovering right now, over what to say. I guess in ways. This, is to hover. Suspended thought…
By Karen URL on 09.11.2011
She couldn’t believe his nerve, how he could be so bold, so utterly selfish and so shameless about his motives. She watched the ice cubes in his tea clink together as he stirred them with a spoon, and she wanted to kill him.
Suddenly they looked up. It was initially a speck in the sky. Closer, closer; it was a plane, it was coming too close, its nose faced the cheek of the Twin Tower across the street from the cafe where they sat.
At the last minute, the plane became a bird, and the bird collapsed. In the second before the bird lost its consciousness and it kissed the buildings, as it hovered in the reflection they watched, she looked across the table at him, and saw only his fear.
By Parka URL on 09.11.2011
hovering like a hummingbird. thats the lamest thing i’ve ever written. Wow. i’m kind of sad now. I think this time got a lot longer. This has nothing to do with hovering. hovering on the verge of sanity.
By Cory Calvert on 09.11.2011
It loomed like a shadow across the moon. It was big, and scarier than my imagination could have dreamed up. That huge ass spider hovered over me, it knew it held all the power.
By Mellanie N. Covell URL on 09.11.2011
de côme L,adag je
gouâ… de riquière
mh, finok hom
By Fabric Spell in Ushe URL on 09.11.2011
I hate when my parents hover. Can’t I have my own life? Do my own thing? I’m old enough. I think that once you can drive yourself, you can take care of yourself. That’s it.
By Emily T. on 09.11.2011
When you’re around, I am always in the way. It’s your own fault, you know. Your gravitational pull drags me into your orbit and makes me hover, waiting for your magic to rub off on me.
By emmystrange URL on 09.11.2011
Hovering in the eternal lake of souls.
Like a nimbus, always watching
Feeling free, looking down at us
Let your spirit hover
Let it be…
By avathar91 URL on 09.11.2011
My mother used to hover over me, friendly and not like a hover helicopter but still a hover. I now hover and I am nosier than she is. I would like to hover like the dragonfly. What a world that woul .
By K. Larson on 09.11.2011
My pet bird hovers over me like a small fairy chirping and squeeling whenever she gets too close. It’s sort of a game that we have been playing for a while, after she gets tired she flies back into her cage.
By Zuzanna Czerny URL on 09.11.2011
Quentin hovered over him, eyes glittering in anticipation.
“Did you do it, Kai? Did you kill him?” Kai continued to stare at his hands, mouth shaping soundless words as he watched the blood drip down his arms.
Tatum scrambled up to Kai’s side, her dainty hands gripping his cheeks. “Kai?” She gasped, “Come on, Kai, look at me!” She pulled his face up to her own in attempt to catch his gaze, but he looked right through her, eyes unseeing.
Quentin pushed Tatum aside, crouching down to meet Kai’s eye level. “C’mon Kai, did you do it or not?”
Kai didn’t respond, he was looking over Quentin’s shoulder, eyes caught on something that wasn’t even there. The older boy’s eyes narrowed, and he slammed his fist into Kai’s cheek, knocking him to the floor.
“Answer me!” he screamed at Kai’s limp body, but the boy remained slumped on the floor, cheek pressed to the damp floor.
“Quentin!” Tatum cried, grabbing her brothers arm and attempting to pull him away from Kai. “Stop it! Can’t you see he’s scared? Leave him alone!”
The older boy pulled his arm from the small girls grip, leaned down and grabbed Kai by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up and slamming his against the wall. “Did you do it, Kai? DID YOU FUCKING DO IT?”
“What’s going on in here?” Snapped a sudden voice from behind the trio. The siblings whipped around to meet the indifferent gaze of Gage. His eyes scanned over the room, halting on Quentin’s hands attached to the front of an unresponsive Kai’s shirt. His expression quickly went from cold to furious. “Unhand him!”
Quentin stood back immediately, watching as Gage strode across the room and gathered Kai into his arms.
By west,. URL on 09.11.2011
Hovering. That’s the only word to describe how she makes me feel. As if my feet are just off the ground, floating there, passing over the ground weightless as I move through the world thinking about her. She makes my heart flutter and my feet hover. She’s got me high and I know it and with her music is better, food is better, colors are brighter and everything is happier.
By MgM URL on 09.11.2011
A helicopter hovers over the burning, crackling bushland that is being eaten up by the wild bushfire. They are looking for survivors. Someone who made it through the flames.
By Serena on 09.11.2011