he grabed his wand and ran out the door. Never again was he going to let this happen to him. He and his family had already suffered enough. It was time to end it, once and for all. He mad a mad dash to where his family was being held, and blindly charged in. No longer did he have his worried notion of life and death, all that mattered was his wife and young child.
the magic wand floated through the arm and came to waverly wizard. it seemd to have mind of its onw. dash to and frow. what can be done with un trained wands? well, not casting magic, thats for sure.
wands are always supposed to be this magical thing and then all of a sudden they really mean nothing at all. Wizards have wands, magicians have wands but all of that is fake. The real people who have wands are composers, or directors, band leaders etc and the magic in them isn’t the wand…its the passion. Its the talent. and those are two things which are not a lie at all. If only everyone had these sorts of wands-the real, passion wand then we would have a lot more successful adults and we would be a more successful society.
Magical. Stick. Powerful. Very powerful, yet so small. So trivial. How does one little branch hold so much magic? It doesn’t make sense. But then again, not much of witchcraft does. I guess that’s what makes it so cool.
Oh how much simpler life would be if I could control a magic wand. What fortunes such power could bring me, and such happiness would come my way. But how could I stay grounded, if I could have whatever i wanted? No. I would rather struggle through life, than take the easy way out. After all, if its not worth fighting for, than you don’t need it in your life anyway.
Magic. I suppose that is how some people would view the world, but it’s not magical it’s alright. I mean not to degrade it at all it’s quite nice but nothing special. I suppose if i had a magic wand i could fix it and make it a perfect place but this wand does not exist. Therefore the world shall remain as it is.
Magical, like the sense of light and love and all things strange but wonderful at the same time. This wand is ours and will always be something new and fresh although we have had it for such a long time. Its true to form and mine for the taking.
The wand of orcus has been to the earth once before. Long ago in a land long forgotten, a terrible curse was unleashed. Many blamed this curse on the new technology that had arisen but the oracles knew the truth.
i wish i could do magic. if i could, i would disappear for as long as it takes me to find myself again. today, i realized that i have strayed, once again, from who i really am. i feel very, very lost. all i keep thinking is how much i want to know what is after this, what is coming next. this can’t be it, can it? why was i created to have such a greater spectrum than everyone else? i’m falling to pieces. it’s almost time to go. let me take a breath. i love you.
Waving the stick around, she began to pretend it was a magic wand. It’d be wonderful if she could actually do magic, but of course such a thing didn’t exist. She continued to wave it, right, left, up, down, and aimed it at a dead flower on the ground. She sighed and closed her eyes.
When she opened them again there was the flower, no longer brown and rotten but bright white and glowing. She dropped the stick, turned, and ran. No way such a thing should exist.
i always wanted a wand. i mean, a client of mine gave me one, and it is still int he glove compartment of my car. or is it in my room somewhere? did cooper return YES SHE DID. so i do have it. not sure where though. anyway, I want a wand to actually get the simple things done, like my hair. i still wanna do the difficult things if i could help it.
The candy wand was only magical in the child’s hands. She waved it around with a fierce belief that everything was at her command and mother nature would bow at her feet. All of existence was under her rule for a moment in time.
it is magical. fairies use it to magic up special things. it has and in the word. it usually has a star at the end of the stick and it has glitter everywhere on it.
wand reminds me of harry potter. i often wish i had a magic wand that i could wave and make all my chores be done so that i can lay in bed or on the couch all day. i wish there was such a thing as magic. but there is not and that makes me really sad.
With a flick of his wrist, the world spun and shifted and suddenly I found myself in a majestic forest instead of the loading dock of a grocery store.
“What – but – how . . .” I sputtered.
He rolled his eyes, gesturing with his wand. “I’m a wizard, dumbass.”
y magic wand is preeety awesome. It turuns ponys into donkeys. It’s cooler than anyone else’s magic wand because it’s mine. I wave it, and whatever I want goes *poof* and happens. It’s purple, and sparkly, and when it poofs, rainbows shoot out of the front. I’m nine years old, and I love princesses, ponies, and magic wands.
There once was a gal named Wanda. She loved her husband, but she loved alcohol more. She wound up in the phsych ward after ten failed attempts at rehabilitation claiming that she held the key to all the guarded secrets of the world. Her last words were to her husband and they were, “The key is vodka.”
Magic. That is what I think when I see the word wand. Magic is in thee eye of the beholder. It is in our lives if we allow it or not. If we use our imagination and be optimistic about life in general that is our wand. Its what we have to make all the bad things in life to go away. So be optimistic and think positively to get through your day because its always darker before dawn.
there was a bang and harry spun fast. His wand was pointed at chin height, prepared to blast the hair off of the unwanted intruder. The wand that had been there for him, through his seven years of magical education. The phoenix-feather, holly wand, that had been cruelly broken and then repared by the magic of one of the Deathly hallows.
witches have wands and they do magic twicks with them. actually its wizards who use them but whatever. magicians use them too and theyre black and white, wekll the tip is white and they pull out rabbits out of hats with them and stuff like that. harry potter has one that chose him but his magic words arent
harry potter uses a wand. i wish i had a wand because i would do so many interesting things with it. I would make my self fly and make myself a castle. Most of all I would help those in need. Like right now I would be over in Japan helping the effort over there and making their homes fit to live in again.
If i had one right at this moment, i’d flap it about madly incanting and chanting, “make it all alright, make it all alright” and “show me the way, show me the way”. As it is, I don’t have one and will no doubt continue to flap incoherently anyway.
Magic. Is it truly out there or are we all hoping it is? Magic is in the eye of thee beholder. Its there if you allow it to be and isn’t when you doubt your abilities. So use your imagination and be optimistic, that is your wand.
Remember the elder wand from Harry Potter?
I would have kept it. I wouldn’t have thrown it away like he did.
Because a weapon like that is handy to have…
Just in case.
It’s nice to know I’d win.
Love, what is it? is it a feeling? Is it emotion or just a thought of what could be? Do we all just think that it is something we need in our lives or is it a want? I think we do need it, i think we need that affection, that drive to feel wanted by someone somewhere out in the world. It is also a want, and we want it really young too. once we hit high school everything wants love or even puberty for that matter. The real question is can we find it or are we suppose to sit around and wait for it?
His wand was held tightly in his hand. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. Why had he done that? How was he to tell Jessica about it? She would never forgive him, never. He had just killed her brother, her older brother. He was dead, she was going to kill him. He sighed, well, might as well live while he can. He left and headed to the closest bar.
sometimes i take my brush and pretend that its a wand and i cast bad spells on my mom and my brothers. but shhh….its a secret. they never know what they look like in my head with all these little flaws[:
He took out his wand, waved in around like something silly. He couldn’t even believe he was using this right; it was jjust a stick, nothing special.
“Don’t just throw it about!” Angelica shouted at him, her brow furrowed. She pushe her glasses futher up her nose and took his wand from him.
“You have to be delicate with it, or you won’t get anywhere.” She did a deminstration, lighting flicking her wrist. Devon didn’t see how it made any difference.
“I just don’t see how something like a stick is going to save me life?” he said, sighing. Angelica gasped, clearly hurt. She frowned down at the young man, her eyes gleaming.
“If you think that this wand won’t save you, then you have another thing coming for you.”
“Honey come here, quick…you’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it Mark?”
“I told Gracie to pick up twigs in the front yard and look at what she’s doing. She’s using that one as a magic wand and it’s…it’s like really working.”
“I can’t believe it! She’s turning those trees into giant ice-cream cones.”
Once upon a time I came acroos a wand. Fortunately for me the wand was a magic wand. t first I was to amazed at my good luck to do much of anything but then I snapped out of it and put my wand to use. First I used it on the cats litter box which is now self-cleaing. Then I used it on my hair which no longer has any stray grays.
The wizard waved his magical wand, only to recall that it had ceased to work hours before. Thinking back to his dinner, he remembered that some salsa had spilled all over it. At this point he regretted not purchasing the wand case he saw at the Apple Store the day before, yet he never would have thought that this would lead to his sudden defeat at the hands of the indefatigable Witch of the South.
The wand glittered – yes, glittered. I took a step closer to the pedestal. What power did this simple weapon, barely a foot long, hold? The stories. . . they were all of evil. Could it possibly be used for good? My hand fumbled, numb, for my necklace. Fingering the stones, I recalled the words they spelled aloud. “Anything may be used for good or for evil.” But how did you know for sure that an act was evil?
i wish i had a wand so i could be like Harmonie Granger. she dresses and acts so cute!! if i had a wand, i would also buy a cape, and lots of matching socks and sweaters. Leads me to scarves….Gryffendor colored scarf!
He swung the wand in a semi-circle, small bits of glittering blue sparks trailing to his feet. Speaking in another language I didn’t understand, he whipped the end toward the wall. The concrete slab quickly vanished, leaving a small trail of dust in it’s wake, and the now open doorway was a straight path to the valley.
The wizard waived his magical wand, only to find out that it didn’t work, because he was too cheap and purchased an off-brand. His lament increased as he realized that he didn’t purchase the extended warranty. His lament only increased from here, as the giant newt he was battling crushed him in one fell swoop.
Harry Potter has a wand, isn’t he great, and Ron and hermione have wands too, gee they are cool fellas, damn i sound like a retard but it’s all good, i can live with that, tell you what would be good living with…A WAND. you could sit in your bed and get your wand to make burgers for you
Magic WAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh boy. this is exhilerating. what a thrilling experience. now i want to watch harry potter. the seventh one is SOOOOO GOOD! the books are even betterr! well byebye. i love ron and george and fred (:!
he grabed his wand and ran out the door. Never again was he going to let this happen to him. He and his family had already suffered enough. It was time to end it, once and for all. He mad a mad dash to where his family was being held, and blindly charged in. No longer did he have his worried notion of life and death, all that mattered was his wife and young child.
the magic wand floated through the arm and came to waverly wizard. it seemd to have mind of its onw. dash to and frow. what can be done with un trained wands? well, not casting magic, thats for sure.
wands are always supposed to be this magical thing and then all of a sudden they really mean nothing at all. Wizards have wands, magicians have wands but all of that is fake. The real people who have wands are composers, or directors, band leaders etc and the magic in them isn’t the wand…its the passion. Its the talent. and those are two things which are not a lie at all. If only everyone had these sorts of wands-the real, passion wand then we would have a lot more successful adults and we would be a more successful society.
Magical. Stick. Powerful. Very powerful, yet so small. So trivial. How does one little branch hold so much magic? It doesn’t make sense. But then again, not much of witchcraft does. I guess that’s what makes it so cool.
Oh how much simpler life would be if I could control a magic wand. What fortunes such power could bring me, and such happiness would come my way. But how could I stay grounded, if I could have whatever i wanted? No. I would rather struggle through life, than take the easy way out. After all, if its not worth fighting for, than you don’t need it in your life anyway.
Magic. I suppose that is how some people would view the world, but it’s not magical it’s alright. I mean not to degrade it at all it’s quite nice but nothing special. I suppose if i had a magic wand i could fix it and make it a perfect place but this wand does not exist. Therefore the world shall remain as it is.
Magical, like the sense of light and love and all things strange but wonderful at the same time. This wand is ours and will always be something new and fresh although we have had it for such a long time. Its true to form and mine for the taking.
The wand of orcus has been to the earth once before. Long ago in a land long forgotten, a terrible curse was unleashed. Many blamed this curse on the new technology that had arisen but the oracles knew the truth.
i wish i could do magic. if i could, i would disappear for as long as it takes me to find myself again. today, i realized that i have strayed, once again, from who i really am. i feel very, very lost. all i keep thinking is how much i want to know what is after this, what is coming next. this can’t be it, can it? why was i created to have such a greater spectrum than everyone else? i’m falling to pieces. it’s almost time to go. let me take a breath. i love you.
Waving magic
Around in the air
Needing nothing but belief and a bit of
Dexterity.
Waving the stick around, she began to pretend it was a magic wand. It’d be wonderful if she could actually do magic, but of course such a thing didn’t exist. She continued to wave it, right, left, up, down, and aimed it at a dead flower on the ground. She sighed and closed her eyes.
When she opened them again there was the flower, no longer brown and rotten but bright white and glowing. She dropped the stick, turned, and ran. No way such a thing should exist.
i always wanted a wand. i mean, a client of mine gave me one, and it is still int he glove compartment of my car. or is it in my room somewhere? did cooper return YES SHE DID. so i do have it. not sure where though. anyway, I want a wand to actually get the simple things done, like my hair. i still wanna do the difficult things if i could help it.
The candy wand was only magical in the child’s hands. She waved it around with a fierce belief that everything was at her command and mother nature would bow at her feet. All of existence was under her rule for a moment in time.
it is magical. fairies use it to magic up special things. it has and in the word. it usually has a star at the end of the stick and it has glitter everywhere on it.
wand reminds me of harry potter. i often wish i had a magic wand that i could wave and make all my chores be done so that i can lay in bed or on the couch all day. i wish there was such a thing as magic. but there is not and that makes me really sad.
WAND:by announcing this division we recognize the soul as an embodiment unto itself separate from the body
With a flick of his wrist, the world spun and shifted and suddenly I found myself in a majestic forest instead of the loading dock of a grocery store.
“What – but – how . . .” I sputtered.
He rolled his eyes, gesturing with his wand. “I’m a wizard, dumbass.”
y magic wand is preeety awesome. It turuns ponys into donkeys. It’s cooler than anyone else’s magic wand because it’s mine. I wave it, and whatever I want goes *poof* and happens. It’s purple, and sparkly, and when it poofs, rainbows shoot out of the front. I’m nine years old, and I love princesses, ponies, and magic wands.
There once was a gal named Wanda. She loved her husband, but she loved alcohol more. She wound up in the phsych ward after ten failed attempts at rehabilitation claiming that she held the key to all the guarded secrets of the world. Her last words were to her husband and they were, “The key is vodka.”
Magic. That is what I think when I see the word wand. Magic is in thee eye of the beholder. It is in our lives if we allow it or not. If we use our imagination and be optimistic about life in general that is our wand. Its what we have to make all the bad things in life to go away. So be optimistic and think positively to get through your day because its always darker before dawn.
there was a bang and harry spun fast. His wand was pointed at chin height, prepared to blast the hair off of the unwanted intruder. The wand that had been there for him, through his seven years of magical education. The phoenix-feather, holly wand, that had been cruelly broken and then repared by the magic of one of the Deathly hallows.
witches have wands and they do magic twicks with them. actually its wizards who use them but whatever. magicians use them too and theyre black and white, wekll the tip is white and they pull out rabbits out of hats with them and stuff like that. harry potter has one that chose him but his magic words arent
harry potter uses a wand. i wish i had a wand because i would do so many interesting things with it. I would make my self fly and make myself a castle. Most of all I would help those in need. Like right now I would be over in Japan helping the effort over there and making their homes fit to live in again.
If i had one right at this moment, i’d flap it about madly incanting and chanting, “make it all alright, make it all alright” and “show me the way, show me the way”. As it is, I don’t have one and will no doubt continue to flap incoherently anyway.
Magic. Is it truly out there or are we all hoping it is? Magic is in the eye of thee beholder. Its there if you allow it to be and isn’t when you doubt your abilities. So use your imagination and be optimistic, that is your wand.
Remember the elder wand from Harry Potter?
I would have kept it. I wouldn’t have thrown it away like he did.
Because a weapon like that is handy to have…
Just in case.
It’s nice to know I’d win.
Love, what is it? is it a feeling? Is it emotion or just a thought of what could be? Do we all just think that it is something we need in our lives or is it a want? I think we do need it, i think we need that affection, that drive to feel wanted by someone somewhere out in the world. It is also a want, and we want it really young too. once we hit high school everything wants love or even puberty for that matter. The real question is can we find it or are we suppose to sit around and wait for it?
His wand was held tightly in his hand. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. Why had he done that? How was he to tell Jessica about it? She would never forgive him, never. He had just killed her brother, her older brother. He was dead, she was going to kill him. He sighed, well, might as well live while he can. He left and headed to the closest bar.
harry potter, trolddom, magi, fantatisk, vidunderligt, mig, mit inderste ønske, magisk, uforglmmeligt, fantastsiosk, eventyrligt, rart, varmt, godt, nemt,
sometimes i take my brush and pretend that its a wand and i cast bad spells on my mom and my brothers. but shhh….its a secret. they never know what they look like in my head with all these little flaws[:
He took out his wand, waved in around like something silly. He couldn’t even believe he was using this right; it was jjust a stick, nothing special.
“Don’t just throw it about!” Angelica shouted at him, her brow furrowed. She pushe her glasses futher up her nose and took his wand from him.
“You have to be delicate with it, or you won’t get anywhere.” She did a deminstration, lighting flicking her wrist. Devon didn’t see how it made any difference.
“I just don’t see how something like a stick is going to save me life?” he said, sighing. Angelica gasped, clearly hurt. She frowned down at the young man, her eyes gleaming.
“If you think that this wand won’t save you, then you have another thing coming for you.”
“Honey come here, quick…you’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it Mark?”
“I told Gracie to pick up twigs in the front yard and look at what she’s doing. She’s using that one as a magic wand and it’s…it’s like really working.”
“I can’t believe it! She’s turning those trees into giant ice-cream cones.”
“What in the world…call Mr. Robins!”
Once upon a time I came acroos a wand. Fortunately for me the wand was a magic wand. t first I was to amazed at my good luck to do much of anything but then I snapped out of it and put my wand to use. First I used it on the cats litter box which is now self-cleaing. Then I used it on my hair which no longer has any stray grays.
The wizard waved his magical wand, only to recall that it had ceased to work hours before. Thinking back to his dinner, he remembered that some salsa had spilled all over it. At this point he regretted not purchasing the wand case he saw at the Apple Store the day before, yet he never would have thought that this would lead to his sudden defeat at the hands of the indefatigable Witch of the South.
The wand glittered – yes, glittered. I took a step closer to the pedestal. What power did this simple weapon, barely a foot long, hold? The stories. . . they were all of evil. Could it possibly be used for good? My hand fumbled, numb, for my necklace. Fingering the stones, I recalled the words they spelled aloud. “Anything may be used for good or for evil.” But how did you know for sure that an act was evil?
i wish i had a wand so i could be like Harmonie Granger. she dresses and acts so cute!! if i had a wand, i would also buy a cape, and lots of matching socks and sweaters. Leads me to scarves….Gryffendor colored scarf!
He swung the wand in a semi-circle, small bits of glittering blue sparks trailing to his feet. Speaking in another language I didn’t understand, he whipped the end toward the wall. The concrete slab quickly vanished, leaving a small trail of dust in it’s wake, and the now open doorway was a straight path to the valley.
The wizard waived his magical wand, only to find out that it didn’t work, because he was too cheap and purchased an off-brand. His lament increased as he realized that he didn’t purchase the extended warranty. His lament only increased from here, as the giant newt he was battling crushed him in one fell swoop.
Harry Potter has a wand, isn’t he great, and Ron and hermione have wands too, gee they are cool fellas, damn i sound like a retard but it’s all good, i can live with that, tell you what would be good living with…A WAND. you could sit in your bed and get your wand to make burgers for you
Magic WAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh boy. this is exhilerating. what a thrilling experience. now i want to watch harry potter. the seventh one is SOOOOO GOOD! the books are even betterr! well byebye. i love ron and george and fred (:!