I dropped the object forced into my hand. It set fire at my feet, but I didn’t feel the burn. This was a line no one had ever crossed, but I moved freely with the flames. I cast the empty torch aside; I was done bearing the life source.
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I lit up the torch and sat on the cliff, gazing over the waterbed. I was angry and starving, my stomach a cave, turning into itself, and churning itself out over the rocky slopes and down towards the rapids, where I could see salmon gasping and smacking their small bones against the rocks.
this is a lighting device which you can use in the dark. in the old days, a torch could also be a stick or cone shaped thingy which had fire on the end. I never understood how in films they light those cone things you know like in pyramids and the fire never reaches their hand. Anyway, they’ve invented rechargeable torches and they are amazing, apart from my mini one which broke. :P
The only light ahead of me, that horrible flaming torch.
It was my only light down here, wherever ‘here’ was. I’ve been here for God knows how long, with nothing but that torch. Now I don’t know if it mocks me or comforts me. It’s my only light, but it constantly taunts me of the world I used to know, and might never see again.
Torches are bright, hypnotizing even. People follow them, as they lead the way into the vast unknown. A torch is right, sometimes. Other times, it leads to destruction.
Cave men used torches. They also used torches in Shrek when the men are hunting ogres. Shrek turned out to be nice, though. The torches really weren’t necessary. At all. Torches use fire.
I held a torch up so that the etchings in the stone glowed with a faint yet sinister light. I had never seen these runes, nor had the doctor standing beside me, the flames glancing off his thick spectacles and giving them the appearance of melting gold. I let my fingers get very close to tracing each shape, each devoted scratch in the wall, until the doctor spoke.
“What do you think it says?”
I sighed. I didn’t think that was for us to ever know.
The light wasn’t bright enough to reveal where Melanie was going, but she had traced her steps through the caravan camp enough times. She was quiet, her bare feet not making a sound. soon she found herself at the door to the tent she had scouted earlier. There was no light. Everything was going exactly as planned.
I felt the torch get brighter and bright before I could let it out with my hands. I just had to stop it, everything was going fast. My hands were black as night with the burn marks.
the fire burning sensation of seeing the fire. the instantaneous emotion of fear and just the sight can make someone fear for their life, though the warmth and comfortableness when laying down beside it. The famous orange and red glow fills the minds of others with unspeakable words.
I was sitting on the edge of a dock hold a torch. The light barely lit the dark water in front of me. I looked around to see what else was there. I had always been scared of the night. It swallows up everything in sight.
He threw it high into the air, that which was the end of all things. I ran to catch it, that Torch, that abominable Torch, but it was too fast, and I had nothing left in me. I watched in horror as it fell, menacingly, to the earth.
His torch was blazing. So were the others. This neighbor had to go. We would stand there in front of his lawn, protesting, until his child-molesting ass was somewhere else.
I like torches. I feel like a nerd saying this, but actually when I think about the word torch I think about Minecraft. Dang. Now I’m thinking about food. Why am I always hungry? Not starved or anything, just growing. Ah, gotta ask this girl to prom. Am I supposed to be going off on a tangent? Oh well. Time’s almost up. Bagels are delicious. Hi.
She carried a torch for him for far too long. Then one day it hit her. When he said things about how he almost dropped everything and did everything he could to win her over, he was bluffing. What had stopped him? He could have done it. Why almost?
I walk down the dark, dank tunnel and I can see the torch in the distance. I run to it; terrified of the sounds I hear, searching for light. I grab the torch just as I hear her blood curdling scream. Then the torch burns out; I’m left alone in the terrifying darkness.
Like a torch burning in his gut, the sensation rose in his chest as he coughed. Spitting now into the soft receptacle of tissues and crumpling it into his sweaty fist, he tossed the evidence of his sickness into the pail and decided he would not be leaving his bed at all today.
I lit a torch for his cause and defended him fearlessly when attached. Stood by his side when he was on trail only to find out a handful of other woman had done the same in the past
I want to keep you safe, trap you in my arms,
here there’s no escape.
here there is no harm
I’ll lock your fragile heart up in a tomb,
birth your sweet memory from the womb
and on we’ll go, into the sun, into the sun,
set us on fire and hide the water
our doings are undone.
“OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT. DID YOU. SEE. THAT. YOU PROBABLY DIDN’T ON ACCOUNT OF BECOMING THE HUMAN TORCH AND EVERYTHING BUT OH. OH MY GOD. TOBIAS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT DODGE ROLL MAN. OH MOSES IT WAS SOMETHING TO BEHOLD. WHY AREN’T I IN A VIDEO GAME. WHY AREN’T I A VIDEO GAME. TOBIAS HOW DID YOU FIND SUCH A COOL PERSON TO SHARE YOUR LIFE WITH.”
I put torches everywhere. A few in my house, a few outside, and wherever else I might need light. They’re very helpful for seeing and they give me a sense of comfort in the fact that I’m safe. Without torches I’d have to sleep on high ground so I could sleep in peace.
In the night, on the boat, blowing in the gusts. They shielded the flame with their bodies, but the wind wound about them, and the wind won as wind often does.
Er hat lange Beine, ein schwarz-weißes Gefieder und einen roten Schnabel. Er stand jedes Jahr auf dem Wagenrad, das auf der Scheune angebracht war, in der Kurve, wo so viele Auto- und Radfahrer verunglückt sind. Verunglücken, auch so ein bedeutungsschweres Wort.
Whenever I think of torch an image of darkness runs through my head. And in this image moments later, a faint light appears. Over time the light begins to steal the darkness until it disappears completely. A torch can be your guide.
don’t you remember
what we used to be?
you were mine,
your skin
your lips
so soft.
we spent hours
living in memories.
but you put it all out
with one single torch.
burned my eyes,
now they’re black
alone
empty.
I hold up the torch, the flames’ light dancing, flickering, across the walls of the cave. I grin. This is why I’m thankful. My whole life as a student led up to this. Archeology. And I’m not even going to use regular technology. The dinosaurs didn’t, did they? I want the experience to be as real as possible.
The Human…
I’d rather not let people burn though.
It seems cruel and unusual.
And then there are the angry mobs that go hunting after monsters. Their pitchforks raised in rage, hunting for that which they cannot, nay, will not understand.
stajdaki marka ismi
el feneri
mesale flan
manuel
I used to carry a torch for you & then I met the man I married. I carry his torch now & I love helping it shine.
I dropped the object forced into my hand. It set fire at my feet, but I didn’t feel the burn. This was a line no one had ever crossed, but I moved freely with the flames. I cast the empty torch aside; I was done bearing the life source.
The flaming brightness
brief and hot, and orange
glows with a fierceness
and a quietness
dangerous but necessary
comforting
fire
ananin ami lan ne biçim bi oyun bu.
aslnda merak da etmiorum degil ama merakin sonu yarrak da olabildiginden, korkmuyorum da degil hani mani.
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I lit up the torch and sat on the cliff, gazing over the waterbed. I was angry and starving, my stomach a cave, turning into itself, and churning itself out over the rocky slopes and down towards the rapids, where I could see salmon gasping and smacking their small bones against the rocks.
this is a lighting device which you can use in the dark. in the old days, a torch could also be a stick or cone shaped thingy which had fire on the end. I never understood how in films they light those cone things you know like in pyramids and the fire never reaches their hand. Anyway, they’ve invented rechargeable torches and they are amazing, apart from my mini one which broke. :P
The only light ahead of me, that horrible flaming torch.
It was my only light down here, wherever ‘here’ was. I’ve been here for God knows how long, with nothing but that torch. Now I don’t know if it mocks me or comforts me. It’s my only light, but it constantly taunts me of the world I used to know, and might never see again.
Torches are bright, hypnotizing even. People follow them, as they lead the way into the vast unknown. A torch is right, sometimes. Other times, it leads to destruction.
Cave men used torches. They also used torches in Shrek when the men are hunting ogres. Shrek turned out to be nice, though. The torches really weren’t necessary. At all. Torches use fire.
I held a torch up so that the etchings in the stone glowed with a faint yet sinister light. I had never seen these runes, nor had the doctor standing beside me, the flames glancing off his thick spectacles and giving them the appearance of melting gold. I let my fingers get very close to tracing each shape, each devoted scratch in the wall, until the doctor spoke.
“What do you think it says?”
I sighed. I didn’t think that was for us to ever know.
The light wasn’t bright enough to reveal where Melanie was going, but she had traced her steps through the caravan camp enough times. She was quiet, her bare feet not making a sound. soon she found herself at the door to the tent she had scouted earlier. There was no light. Everything was going exactly as planned.
I felt the torch get brighter and bright before I could let it out with my hands. I just had to stop it, everything was going fast. My hands were black as night with the burn marks.
the fire burning sensation of seeing the fire. the instantaneous emotion of fear and just the sight can make someone fear for their life, though the warmth and comfortableness when laying down beside it. The famous orange and red glow fills the minds of others with unspeakable words.
medieval. flames. harsh. burns. destruction. fleeing. sad. olympics. freedom. game of thrones. eliminate. scary.
I was sitting on the edge of a dock hold a torch. The light barely lit the dark water in front of me. I looked around to see what else was there. I had always been scared of the night. It swallows up everything in sight.
He threw it high into the air, that which was the end of all things. I ran to catch it, that Torch, that abominable Torch, but it was too fast, and I had nothing left in me. I watched in horror as it fell, menacingly, to the earth.
His torch was blazing. So were the others. This neighbor had to go. We would stand there in front of his lawn, protesting, until his child-molesting ass was somewhere else.
flame
fire
light
see
dark
blackout
ignite
Here’s the torch. Take it. Don’t let the flame burn out. We only have so much that can save us. Just don’t let the fire die.
Catacombs.
Rats in my hair.
I like torches. I feel like a nerd saying this, but actually when I think about the word torch I think about Minecraft. Dang. Now I’m thinking about food. Why am I always hungry? Not starved or anything, just growing. Ah, gotta ask this girl to prom. Am I supposed to be going off on a tangent? Oh well. Time’s almost up. Bagels are delicious. Hi.
She carried a torch for him for far too long. Then one day it hit her. When he said things about how he almost dropped everything and did everything he could to win her over, he was bluffing. What had stopped him? He could have done it. Why almost?
I walk down the dark, dank tunnel and I can see the torch in the distance. I run to it; terrified of the sounds I hear, searching for light. I grab the torch just as I hear her blood curdling scream. Then the torch burns out; I’m left alone in the terrifying darkness.
There is a flame in the middle of your sandwich. O half-formed metaphor! O how I long for youth!
It’s a glow
a light
something that portects through the night
it won’t bite wil kep tight
The torch is lite and the runners are running. The race is on. No wait someone has fallen. What shall we do.
Like a torch burning in his gut, the sensation rose in his chest as he coughed. Spitting now into the soft receptacle of tissues and crumpling it into his sweaty fist, he tossed the evidence of his sickness into the pail and decided he would not be leaving his bed at all today.
I lit a torch for his cause and defended him fearlessly when attached. Stood by his side when he was on trail only to find out a handful of other woman had done the same in the past
I want to keep you safe, trap you in my arms,
here there’s no escape.
here there is no harm
I’ll lock your fragile heart up in a tomb,
birth your sweet memory from the womb
and on we’ll go, into the sun, into the sun,
set us on fire and hide the water
our doings are undone.
deiohfaraue;igf THE WORD IS TORCH okay
“OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT. DID YOU. SEE. THAT. YOU PROBABLY DIDN’T ON ACCOUNT OF BECOMING THE HUMAN TORCH AND EVERYTHING BUT OH. OH MY GOD. TOBIAS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT DODGE ROLL MAN. OH MOSES IT WAS SOMETHING TO BEHOLD. WHY AREN’T I IN A VIDEO GAME. WHY AREN’T I A VIDEO GAME. TOBIAS HOW DID YOU FIND SUCH A COOL PERSON TO SHARE YOUR LIFE WITH.”
Light me up, shake me down, rotate this frown
see the silver lining in the clouds
and we’ll go up, up, up in flames
in love.
I put torches everywhere. A few in my house, a few outside, and wherever else I might need light. They’re very helpful for seeing and they give me a sense of comfort in the fact that I’m safe. Without torches I’d have to sleep on high ground so I could sleep in peace.
In the night, on the boat, blowing in the gusts. They shielded the flame with their bodies, but the wind wound about them, and the wind won as wind often does.
Er hat lange Beine, ein schwarz-weißes Gefieder und einen roten Schnabel. Er stand jedes Jahr auf dem Wagenrad, das auf der Scheune angebracht war, in der Kurve, wo so viele Auto- und Radfahrer verunglückt sind. Verunglücken, auch so ein bedeutungsschweres Wort.
Whenever I think of torch an image of darkness runs through my head. And in this image moments later, a faint light appears. Over time the light begins to steal the darkness until it disappears completely. A torch can be your guide.
don’t you remember
what we used to be?
you were mine,
your skin
your lips
so soft.
we spent hours
living in memories.
but you put it all out
with one single torch.
burned my eyes,
now they’re black
alone
empty.
I hold up the torch, the flames’ light dancing, flickering, across the walls of the cave. I grin. This is why I’m thankful. My whole life as a student led up to this. Archeology. And I’m not even going to use regular technology. The dinosaurs didn’t, did they? I want the experience to be as real as possible.
The Human…
I’d rather not let people burn though.
It seems cruel and unusual.
And then there are the angry mobs that go hunting after monsters. Their pitchforks raised in rage, hunting for that which they cannot, nay, will not understand.