I have the torch not the statue of liberty! Pass it to me now! Watch what I will do with it! Flaming of my torch is pink and red meaning it’s significantly hot!
Torched a car once. Outside of Reno. Couldn’t tell you why or, well, I’d have to torch another car and bury another body. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some kind of mobster or gangster. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone ended up dead. Torching a car is not exactly simple. Sure it seems easy in the movies. A little gasoline. That Zippo lighter that always lights flawlessly on the first try. So, I poured the gasoline. Actually is was more like I sloshed it about, flailing as the gas container nearly flew out of my hands and into the car I intended to torch.
your voice, a damp labyrinth. i sifted through your indiscernible words as the seas shifted over head.
a dark calm spread across the town like rising giants in the sunrise.
you sounded of a far off storm, a rumbling baritone. my hair knotted in the stagnant warm winds and the colder fountains burned beautifully.
so I had this friend that used to call me torch, zebratorch specifically due to our matching shoes. I was oone half of the duo, and she the other. I kinda miss that, but it’s a shame she turned out to be a bitch. people like that really, truly, deeply piss me off. torches to me are a symbol of boldness and bravery in the night, though, which I like a lot and sort of think reminds people of me. I dunno, I guess it’s weird but I like it a lot. torch torch torch. Katherine Torch Hafemann
fire it burns it hurts however it can set your soul to do many things it can inspire it can represent how engaged you are in something and how passionate you can be. torch item fire hurt pain passion both positive and negative things but i’d rather focus on the positive it
the fire blazed in the darkness. a pin-prick of light that came swiftly forward, casting away the shadows and flickering on the stone walls–creating dances of light that seemed to mock the one who carried the torch. he moved forward through this blackness, the only light to guide the way–and others followed.
This is the most awfully ironic word I’ve received thus far.
Because that’s where he likes to go for burgers and he just texted now and I don’t want to deal with him and his pot and his beer friends I just want to lie quietly in a ball and take that route out of existence because I can’t seem to find anyone I want to be with and life’s so terribly ironic sometimes and life stretches out in an an endless trek of loneliness and I don’t see why it’s worth embarking on.
I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish I had a torch for my heart. Or that someone could set me on fire with one.
The torch shone in the dark cellar. There was a small amount of smoke that was coming from the flame that glowed gloriously and strong. Matilda could feel the heat of the torch on her face, and it calmed her. She felt less trapped. The torch had almost become her lifeline, so to speak.
a torch can symbolize many things. its like black and white. water and fire. two opposites. There is a dark side of it. a torch can represent anger or violence. the fire is like hatred. but a torch can also symbolize hope. hope for new beginnings and ideas.
Torch. A flashlight, in Britain. A flaming stick, to the rest of the world, except of course to those who don’t speak English. Write with the word, or write about the word? Indiana Jones made a makeshift torch thanks to the oil flowing beneath Venice. I’ve never actually held a torch, to my knowledge, though it would probably be wicked cool to explore a dark woods that way. When I write about things instead of writing things there is very little of interest.
with the torch you could hurt someone. this would not be a ]n emotional hurt, this would physically hurt someone, well that would be one’s first thought. but you could emotionally hurt someone by torching the love you both share. be a friend not a fire flame.
a torch is a stick with flame at the top it is hot if you toucht anniclas cage uses one in treasu screts and he is so sexy in the movies. a torch ca also be escribed as ou are gng to burn something. as in i’m goig ot torch ths plce. a torch can also be used as a tiki torch and keep mosquitoes away. It uses citrus oil or something like that to keep them away. I wonder when this time will be up so I can stop typing about a torch because I am definatly running out of ideas to talk about a torch…
Majestic and bright, you shine brighter than the stars. You give warmth to those who are cold. You give light to the misguided and misunderstood. You create a defensive barrier from mosquitoes in the summer heat. You are brilliant.
TOOORRRCH. Makes me think of the olympics honestly. I don’t know. What a random word. Hope I am successful one day and pay off my students loans. oy vey. I’d like to torch my debt. I’d also like to be an author. torch. Love this website
I torched the soul within me,
I torched the love of those around me.
I filled my heart with the illuminating, burning light.
I torched my own selfish being.
I am just a child,
I am, nothing at all.
The light was bright and yet serene, I was amazed at how the glow of the burning stick made me feel in control. The path before me was rocky and rough, but the friend I brought, the torch, was eluminati
I dunno, I hear torch and I immediately hear Scortch, too, which is the name of my stepmom’s co-worker’s dog. I think it’s a boy…and I think it’s mate just had puppies.
The antiquated process of wanton destruction through flames. Although I rather like my life toasty. Sure beats the cold. Also known to the English for flashlights.
wow i just though about human torch which is a superhero i think hes in fantastic four right i just saw the end of the second movie, not so good. any way this makes me think of camp and the bon fire and holding those torches that last night goin back to camp cant wait peace torch.
Torch.Setting things on fire. Sam. When same kissed me the first time I felt like he set my heart on fire. I also think of Nick and the way lit the path for me and helped me see a lot of things about myself I never knew before.
the flame was glowing, burning the hair on my arms… the smell was awful. I couldn’t get the smell out of my nose. I put some gum in mouth and went back to swatting mosquitoes.
Tiki torches belong in Hawaii, and they light up mysterious warm nights that I wish I was enjoying, feeling the white sand, soft and gritty beneath my feet. I wish I was on a beach at night, walking, thinking, feeling a breeze, going to a party.
I love my torch as it sits there on the kitchen shelf, waiting to be used. Waiting for the lights to go out, waiting to feature in my life. To show me the way. To dispel the monsters. To bring me light again. Click and it’s alright.
Down the sides of the wet cave walls there were torches mounted in brackets that looked as old as rock itself, cobwebs hung from them and it would be amazing if they could still be lit at all. His hand fumbled with the matches, he only had two left and the thought of wasting one or both made him nervous.
A torch is a tool that helps one see a darkened path. It can be battery operated, or a naked flame, but both serve the same purpose. A torch can be a literal thing or figurative, a symbol.
“GO! GO!”
The towering man stood, pitchfork in one hand, flame in the other. He waved to the darkness, and the endless mob weaved seamlessly around him, toward the darkened barn. The noise was deafening, and a scream was barely audible as the inhabitants realized their peril.
one time my brother and i were sitting on our porch when we got the idea that we should torch a church on fire in corpse paint. in case you did not know what corpse paint is, google it. it is black and white face paint. maybe we will maybe we wont we probably wont.
The show survivor brings me back to the days of my youth when someone would inevitably be booted off the island. The contestants stood in a circle surrounded by tiki torches as theme music resonated around them. I watched, awe struck as they voted who would have to leave and be out of the running for a large sum of money.
the torch was blown out by the fierce wind. the night was cold and wet, and Henry was drenched to the bone. His hoodie was weighing him down. Then he heard a quiet rustling in the trees.
torch. torch. torch-tor-tor-torch, torch torch! everybody! torch!
they chanted
torch torch torch torch
the club filled up
tor-tor-torch
they chanted
tor-tor-tor-torch
it’s what they wanted
and with those numbers, they were going to get it done.
torch, torch, torch, torch!
seven were blown away as easily as cigarette ashes
The torch burned slightly in the darkness of the night. I looked around looking for more fuel, but could only see my companion next to me. She looked radiantly in the darkness, as she stared at the stars in the sky. Ursa Major stared down in anticipation at her, expecting her to either kill me or see me in new eyes.
the feeling rose from somewhere inside of her. She did not know why this intense need to burn the pages that were before her appeared, but she knew that she had to do something about it. Rather than do the rational thing and ignore the thought, she gave the command, “torch them. All of them” Then, not looking back, she continued on her way, the soundtrack of burning words accompanied her down the hall.
Oh how I sigh when I think of the torch. It discovered me when I was hiding blissfully in the bushes and it dragged me back hopelessly to reality and human concern. I had been hiding. I had been free. I had seen nature around me, and I had escaped that horrible home, redolent of stale socks, dead parents and staunched bibles. But no, it was time to keep on and re-engage with the brutal surfaces of life.
I have the torch not the statue of liberty! Pass it to me now! Watch what I will do with it! Flaming of my torch is pink and red meaning it’s significantly hot!
Torched a car once. Outside of Reno. Couldn’t tell you why or, well, I’d have to torch another car and bury another body. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some kind of mobster or gangster. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone ended up dead. Torching a car is not exactly simple. Sure it seems easy in the movies. A little gasoline. That Zippo lighter that always lights flawlessly on the first try. So, I poured the gasoline. Actually is was more like I sloshed it about, flailing as the gas container nearly flew out of my hands and into the car I intended to torch.
your voice, a damp labyrinth. i sifted through your indiscernible words as the seas shifted over head.
a dark calm spread across the town like rising giants in the sunrise.
you sounded of a far off storm, a rumbling baritone. my hair knotted in the stagnant warm winds and the colder fountains burned beautifully.
so I had this friend that used to call me torch, zebratorch specifically due to our matching shoes. I was oone half of the duo, and she the other. I kinda miss that, but it’s a shame she turned out to be a bitch. people like that really, truly, deeply piss me off. torches to me are a symbol of boldness and bravery in the night, though, which I like a lot and sort of think reminds people of me. I dunno, I guess it’s weird but I like it a lot. torch torch torch. Katherine Torch Hafemann
torch is what i use to light the way. torch is a coral.
torch is what lights up when my wife farts. california gets torched by wildfires and they deserve it. liberal bastards.
torch is a common name for a flashlight. flashlights light up when you turn them on
torch, flame that lights up my way
the one who helps me look forward
and the one who give me hope
hope that there is something ahead
fire it burns it hurts however it can set your soul to do many things it can inspire it can represent how engaged you are in something and how passionate you can be. torch item fire hurt pain passion both positive and negative things but i’d rather focus on the positive it
the fire blazed in the darkness. a pin-prick of light that came swiftly forward, casting away the shadows and flickering on the stone walls–creating dances of light that seemed to mock the one who carried the torch. he moved forward through this blackness, the only light to guide the way–and others followed.
This is the most awfully ironic word I’ve received thus far.
Because that’s where he likes to go for burgers and he just texted now and I don’t want to deal with him and his pot and his beer friends I just want to lie quietly in a ball and take that route out of existence because I can’t seem to find anyone I want to be with and life’s so terribly ironic sometimes and life stretches out in an an endless trek of loneliness and I don’t see why it’s worth embarking on.
I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish I had a torch for my heart. Or that someone could set me on fire with one.
The torch shone in the dark cellar. There was a small amount of smoke that was coming from the flame that glowed gloriously and strong. Matilda could feel the heat of the torch on her face, and it calmed her. She felt less trapped. The torch had almost become her lifeline, so to speak.
a torch can symbolize many things. its like black and white. water and fire. two opposites. There is a dark side of it. a torch can represent anger or violence. the fire is like hatred. but a torch can also symbolize hope. hope for new beginnings and ideas.
Torch. A flashlight, in Britain. A flaming stick, to the rest of the world, except of course to those who don’t speak English. Write with the word, or write about the word? Indiana Jones made a makeshift torch thanks to the oil flowing beneath Venice. I’ve never actually held a torch, to my knowledge, though it would probably be wicked cool to explore a dark woods that way. When I write about things instead of writing things there is very little of interest.
with the torch you could hurt someone. this would not be a ]n emotional hurt, this would physically hurt someone, well that would be one’s first thought. but you could emotionally hurt someone by torching the love you both share. be a friend not a fire flame.
a torch is a stick with flame at the top it is hot if you toucht anniclas cage uses one in treasu screts and he is so sexy in the movies. a torch ca also be escribed as ou are gng to burn something. as in i’m goig ot torch ths plce. a torch can also be used as a tiki torch and keep mosquitoes away. It uses citrus oil or something like that to keep them away. I wonder when this time will be up so I can stop typing about a torch because I am definatly running out of ideas to talk about a torch…
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Stealing my heart, he ran away down another path. He’s long gone. Yet I still carry a torch while I run my own path.
Majestic and bright, you shine brighter than the stars. You give warmth to those who are cold. You give light to the misguided and misunderstood. You create a defensive barrier from mosquitoes in the summer heat. You are brilliant.
TOOORRRCH. Makes me think of the olympics honestly. I don’t know. What a random word. Hope I am successful one day and pay off my students loans. oy vey. I’d like to torch my debt. I’d also like to be an author. torch. Love this website
I torched the soul within me,
I torched the love of those around me.
I filled my heart with the illuminating, burning light.
I torched my own selfish being.
I am just a child,
I am, nothing at all.
The light was bright and yet serene, I was amazed at how the glow of the burning stick made me feel in control. The path before me was rocky and rough, but the friend I brought, the torch, was eluminati
TORCH. SCORTCH.
I dunno, I hear torch and I immediately hear Scortch, too, which is the name of my stepmom’s co-worker’s dog. I think it’s a boy…and I think it’s mate just had puppies.
The antiquated process of wanton destruction through flames. Although I rather like my life toasty. Sure beats the cold. Also known to the English for flashlights.
wow i just though about human torch which is a superhero i think hes in fantastic four right i just saw the end of the second movie, not so good. any way this makes me think of camp and the bon fire and holding those torches that last night goin back to camp cant wait peace torch.
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A torch has a flame. It carries the flame around, and the flame does not burn out! How cool is that? It keeps you warm also. A torch is very useful.
Torch.Setting things on fire. Sam. When same kissed me the first time I felt like he set my heart on fire. I also think of Nick and the way lit the path for me and helped me see a lot of things about myself I never knew before.
the flame was glowing, burning the hair on my arms… the smell was awful. I couldn’t get the smell out of my nose. I put some gum in mouth and went back to swatting mosquitoes.
Tiki torches belong in Hawaii, and they light up mysterious warm nights that I wish I was enjoying, feeling the white sand, soft and gritty beneath my feet. I wish I was on a beach at night, walking, thinking, feeling a breeze, going to a party.
I love my torch as it sits there on the kitchen shelf, waiting to be used. Waiting for the lights to go out, waiting to feature in my life. To show me the way. To dispel the monsters. To bring me light again. Click and it’s alright.
Down the sides of the wet cave walls there were torches mounted in brackets that looked as old as rock itself, cobwebs hung from them and it would be amazing if they could still be lit at all. His hand fumbled with the matches, he only had two left and the thought of wasting one or both made him nervous.
A torch is a tool that helps one see a darkened path. It can be battery operated, or a naked flame, but both serve the same purpose. A torch can be a literal thing or figurative, a symbol.
“GO! GO!”
The towering man stood, pitchfork in one hand, flame in the other. He waved to the darkness, and the endless mob weaved seamlessly around him, toward the darkened barn. The noise was deafening, and a scream was barely audible as the inhabitants realized their peril.
one time my brother and i were sitting on our porch when we got the idea that we should torch a church on fire in corpse paint. in case you did not know what corpse paint is, google it. it is black and white face paint. maybe we will maybe we wont we probably wont.
The show survivor brings me back to the days of my youth when someone would inevitably be booted off the island. The contestants stood in a circle surrounded by tiki torches as theme music resonated around them. I watched, awe struck as they voted who would have to leave and be out of the running for a large sum of money.
the torch was blown out by the fierce wind. the night was cold and wet, and Henry was drenched to the bone. His hoodie was weighing him down. Then he heard a quiet rustling in the trees.
torch. torch. torch-tor-tor-torch, torch torch! everybody! torch!
they chanted
torch torch torch torch
the club filled up
tor-tor-torch
they chanted
tor-tor-tor-torch
it’s what they wanted
and with those numbers, they were going to get it done.
torch, torch, torch, torch!
seven were blown away as easily as cigarette ashes
The torch burned slightly in the darkness of the night. I looked around looking for more fuel, but could only see my companion next to me. She looked radiantly in the darkness, as she stared at the stars in the sky. Ursa Major stared down in anticipation at her, expecting her to either kill me or see me in new eyes.
Torch = Fire
Fire = Scary
Scary = Screams
Screams = Sore Throat
Sore Throat = Medicine
Medicine =[
the feeling rose from somewhere inside of her. She did not know why this intense need to burn the pages that were before her appeared, but she knew that she had to do something about it. Rather than do the rational thing and ignore the thought, she gave the command, “torch them. All of them” Then, not looking back, she continued on her way, the soundtrack of burning words accompanied her down the hall.
Oh how I sigh when I think of the torch. It discovered me when I was hiding blissfully in the bushes and it dragged me back hopelessly to reality and human concern. I had been hiding. I had been free. I had seen nature around me, and I had escaped that horrible home, redolent of stale socks, dead parents and staunched bibles. But no, it was time to keep on and re-engage with the brutal surfaces of life.