I don’t know what to say about icicle. I like icy poles, they’re tasty! Mmmmmmm… At home we have some raspberry flavored ones! Yummy yummy yummy! Tasty tasty tasty! Hee hee
Icicles are everywhere where it is very cold. Technically icicles are water that is frozen which makes ice and is usually very long and have a point at the end.
Icicle sounds like ice on a bicycle.
Icicle I think is a sort of ice.
Icicle is a cool word to me.
I like it because it has the word ice in it.
Bicycle win I cycle.
icicle is a word i have never heard of in my life.
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times up cya!.
Icicle are cold they freeze your mouth so don’t try and lick one or everyone you know will call you icicle face trust me its not fun being icicle face because you have to rip your tounge off eventually the first time I saw an icicle was in Spongebob
my shame pierces my fogged consciousness like a winter icicle. embarrassed? yes. abso fucking lutely. i hope he didn’t see my vag as i heaved my dinner all over the alpha phi bathroom.
I saw the icicle hanging from the roof above the garage. Sinister in its crystal glory, threatening to fall at a moment’s notice from its precarious perch. The snow below was pocketed with the aftermath of drops of water that had seeped down the icicle’s side and landed on the unsuspecting snow.
The poison apple nestled amidst icicles. Gertrude sucked a long stem of ice and regarded the apple. If she ate it, true love would be revealed. But she would be dead, unable to appreciate it. Besides, who knew if she’d even find her true love attractive? These things are important.
But when she considered the facts–her life, the face of unresponsive planets–she bit into the apple. She had nothing to lose. And there, in the burst of an arsenic seed, she saw–
Trents inspiration had come from his work as a full-time gardener. Precision was ever his watchword, (if you wanted to bag the richest customers – and the stateliest homes), and powertools just would not do. Even shears were too hamfisted.
He had spent months working on his new invention. It did, he admitted, owe much to current trends in popular computing, an area where precision was ever the watchword, along with crisp, clear lines and clarity of form. At a small gathering of local gardening communities he had brought together just for the occasion, he presented a revolution in precise, yet easy-to-use gardening that would also become a fasion tool. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the i-Sickle!”
Sharp and icy. It plunges into you like a great big pang, and you’re left stunned and frozen. I hoped I would never feel it. But you’ll understand when you begin to base on love and not achievement.
Every time the snow came, or the frost stretched out across the village, reaching every window, every blade of grass, co leave an icy gleam to all around them, Jack and Jill would rush down to the pavillion to crane their necks up and peer at the icicles starting to form, drip by drip, high above them. They took turns to jump up and try, without success to tap the tip of them with the palms of their hands. Eventually, Jill shook her head, her gloved hands on her hips and pointed at the strongest of the icicles.
“That’s no good”, she sighed, toeing at the snow beneath her, “We need the icicle to grow from the ground…”
Jack nodded, and pondered the snow for a long moment, wondering how they were going to manage to make this happen.
I watched the icicle slowly drip water. Counting every single one. Counting every second. Life flies by so quickly,at the time it seems slow just like those drops. But when you look back, each drop fell so quickly. There’s no way to slow it down, it just goes with the pull of the earth.
I hear the slurring in my ears; the warped sounds of time rewinding itself. But I stop it before it’s too late. I would never go back. I may lead the most dull life I have in a long time, but it’s nothing compared to the ups and downs of last year, when people flew in and out of my life before I could blink an eye. I would never wish for that exciting yet depressing life ever again; no one should have to live like that. And I learned that the hard way.
tall glass of water, like a woman.
monster from star wars, i am dangling upside down while i try to escape
deep in a cave in italy we take boats through the underground crevices as you hang between your stalactite and stalagmite neighbours
how long will you last
when will you melt
and cease to exist, what will be left of you?
It was a terribly icy morning. Upon leaving his house, he closed his old brown wooden door rather forcefully, and a great icicle fell at his feet and shattered into thousands of tiny ice shards. It was not going to be trying day.
Her skin was cold. Hard. And cold. The curvatures of her body held tight to each angle. It was a majestic type of skin. Gold and shadowed with thought. Beauty. Ice. You could watch her. You could talk to her. But you could never see inside.
icicle icicle drip drip drip ’till it falls on your head. my childhood of running around, jumping up, grabbing icicles off of roofs. is it safe to eat mum? drip drip drip the icicle turns to water on your mittens
i was eleven years old. the new house smelled like chocolate ship cookies. it was approximately twelve degrees outside. i peered out my bedroom window and looked directly upwards to see a long, miraculous icicle. it was charming. ten years later. approximately three degrees warmer. i looked outside to discover the same icicle. as if my childhood has reappeared.
The icicle is the one small link from the heavens. Whenever one snaps, it is the angry souls getting their revenge, or trying to, anyway. That one small, beautiful, freezing cold triangle is enough to make revenge sweet.
It was bitterly cold as Mary stepped out of the house. She didn’t even turn to look back. If she’d had a choice, she wouldn’t have gone in Winter. She would have waited til she had money at least. But things had got so bad. She had to get out. And she’d never go back.
I don’t know what to say about icicles, but I’ll try. I love the cold and loved the snow days and seeing icicles back in the day. When you’re an adult, you don’t appreciate it, to say the least, but it was so wonderful during my childhood.
The icicle fell right in front of my cold feet. I was back in the dungeon, but it was different from before. I don’t know how long I had been here but I knew a lot of time had already passed since that night when it all started. I looked around and Ivy yelled at me to hurry up and stop wasting time.
It was a cold winter where icicles hung from the roofs of small houses. Billy hated winter because of the frost and the snow days where he would have to miss school. He was admittedly a nerd who loved everything from science to history, but mostly he loved being out of his house and away from his family.
Icicle is edib ( ^_^)/~~~ I love chees yum
I think that an icicle has something to do with ice and s pointy and cold. That is all I know. I’m just going to waste the rest of this minute:
Aaaahhhhhh icicles are everywhere…oh no one hit me in the head oh no ima Gunna die bye everyone
The end
I don’t know what to say about icicle. I like icy poles, they’re tasty! Mmmmmmm… At home we have some raspberry flavored ones! Yummy yummy yummy! Tasty tasty tasty! Hee hee
I’ve got two things for what I think an icicle is, the first one is icy pole (a type of icy pole) and the second is a bike made out of ice.
Icicle is water I think and can be formed into shapes and sizes and other things
Icicle, icicle is practically ice. It’s a little ice that is frozen in the freezer and can be take out and put Into a drink for example
Icicles are like thing that stick up on top of the ice and if you touch it and brake another one will fall smash ;(
An icicle is water that is frozen and I think it is sharp you would see an icicle in a cave in say Antarctica.
Icicles are everywhere where it is very cold. Technically icicles are water that is frozen which makes ice and is usually very long and have a point at the end.
Icicle sounds like ice on a bicycle.
Icicle I think is a sort of ice.
Icicle is a cool word to me.
I like it because it has the word ice in it.
Bicycle win I cycle.
icicle is a word i have never heard of in my life.
icicle.
icicle.
icicle.
icicle.
icicle
icicle.
icicle.
icicle.
icicle.
icicle
icicle.
icicle.
icicle.
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times up cya!.
Icicle are cold they freeze your mouth so don’t try and lick one or everyone you know will call you icicle face trust me its not fun being icicle face because you have to rip your tounge off eventually the first time I saw an icicle was in Spongebob
An icicle is a pointy piece of ice that hangs from the roof of caves in really cold places. Icicles are very cold and very pointy.
The icicle is shoved up my assssssssss. Help. Help. I cannot get it. Out. I cannot feel my ass anymore. If god love me plz help….
my shame pierces my fogged consciousness like a winter icicle. embarrassed? yes. abso fucking lutely. i hope he didn’t see my vag as i heaved my dinner all over the alpha phi bathroom.
I saw the icicle hanging from the roof above the garage. Sinister in its crystal glory, threatening to fall at a moment’s notice from its precarious perch. The snow below was pocketed with the aftermath of drops of water that had seeped down the icicle’s side and landed on the unsuspecting snow.
The poison apple nestled amidst icicles. Gertrude sucked a long stem of ice and regarded the apple. If she ate it, true love would be revealed. But she would be dead, unable to appreciate it. Besides, who knew if she’d even find her true love attractive? These things are important.
But when she considered the facts–her life, the face of unresponsive planets–she bit into the apple. She had nothing to lose. And there, in the burst of an arsenic seed, she saw–
Trents inspiration had come from his work as a full-time gardener. Precision was ever his watchword, (if you wanted to bag the richest customers – and the stateliest homes), and powertools just would not do. Even shears were too hamfisted.
He had spent months working on his new invention. It did, he admitted, owe much to current trends in popular computing, an area where precision was ever the watchword, along with crisp, clear lines and clarity of form. At a small gathering of local gardening communities he had brought together just for the occasion, he presented a revolution in precise, yet easy-to-use gardening that would also become a fasion tool. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the i-Sickle!”
Sharp and icy. It plunges into you like a great big pang, and you’re left stunned and frozen. I hoped I would never feel it. But you’ll understand when you begin to base on love and not achievement.
Ickle little icicle hanging on a door
Ickle little icicle floor onto the floor
Penguin noms on icicle, chills him to the core
Uh yeah… lol
Every time the snow came, or the frost stretched out across the village, reaching every window, every blade of grass, co leave an icy gleam to all around them, Jack and Jill would rush down to the pavillion to crane their necks up and peer at the icicles starting to form, drip by drip, high above them. They took turns to jump up and try, without success to tap the tip of them with the palms of their hands. Eventually, Jill shook her head, her gloved hands on her hips and pointed at the strongest of the icicles.
“That’s no good”, she sighed, toeing at the snow beneath her, “We need the icicle to grow from the ground…”
Jack nodded, and pondered the snow for a long moment, wondering how they were going to manage to make this happen.
I watched the icicle slowly drip water. Counting every single one. Counting every second. Life flies by so quickly,at the time it seems slow just like those drops. But when you look back, each drop fell so quickly. There’s no way to slow it down, it just goes with the pull of the earth.
I hear the slurring in my ears; the warped sounds of time rewinding itself. But I stop it before it’s too late. I would never go back. I may lead the most dull life I have in a long time, but it’s nothing compared to the ups and downs of last year, when people flew in and out of my life before I could blink an eye. I would never wish for that exciting yet depressing life ever again; no one should have to live like that. And I learned that the hard way.
Swallowing swords lost its point
Fire left me cold
Tissues got the laughs but made me sneeze
The icicle feels best
melting and settling in my fridge of a stomach
tall glass of water, like a woman.
monster from star wars, i am dangling upside down while i try to escape
deep in a cave in italy we take boats through the underground crevices as you hang between your stalactite and stalagmite neighbours
how long will you last
when will you melt
and cease to exist, what will be left of you?
It was a terribly icy morning. Upon leaving his house, he closed his old brown wooden door rather forcefully, and a great icicle fell at his feet and shattered into thousands of tiny ice shards. It was not going to be trying day.
Gelux, menaif.
His heart was an icicle. He felt no love, no pain, he just wanted. He wanted everything to go his way, and for people to bow down to him
the icy icicle swept along the freezing icy sand while Mrs. Norgaard licked her ice cream sitting in the snow.
Her skin was cold. Hard. And cold. The curvatures of her body held tight to each angle. It was a majestic type of skin. Gold and shadowed with thought. Beauty. Ice. You could watch her. You could talk to her. But you could never see inside.
icicle icicle drip drip drip ’till it falls on your head. my childhood of running around, jumping up, grabbing icicles off of roofs. is it safe to eat mum? drip drip drip the icicle turns to water on your mittens
The icicle grew grew grew, until it became so high that he touches the sky. Then people begun to walk to the sky and died due to lack of oxygene
i was eleven years old. the new house smelled like chocolate ship cookies. it was approximately twelve degrees outside. i peered out my bedroom window and looked directly upwards to see a long, miraculous icicle. it was charming. ten years later. approximately three degrees warmer. i looked outside to discover the same icicle. as if my childhood has reappeared.
The icicle is the one small link from the heavens. Whenever one snaps, it is the angry souls getting their revenge, or trying to, anyway. That one small, beautiful, freezing cold triangle is enough to make revenge sweet.
It was bitterly cold as Mary stepped out of the house. She didn’t even turn to look back. If she’d had a choice, she wouldn’t have gone in Winter. She would have waited til she had money at least. But things had got so bad. She had to get out. And she’d never go back.
it hangs dripping
taking in the light
giving it back again
going into thin air
I don’t know what to say about icicles, but I’ll try. I love the cold and loved the snow days and seeing icicles back in the day. When you’re an adult, you don’t appreciate it, to say the least, but it was so wonderful during my childhood.
The icicle fell right in front of my cold feet. I was back in the dungeon, but it was different from before. I don’t know how long I had been here but I knew a lot of time had already passed since that night when it all started. I looked around and Ivy yelled at me to hurry up and stop wasting time.
It was a cold winter where icicles hung from the roofs of small houses. Billy hated winter because of the frost and the snow days where he would have to miss school. He was admittedly a nerd who loved everything from science to history, but mostly he loved being out of his house and away from his family.