Without emotions, you can’t feel scared. You’ll be able to try anything. No hesitation. No wishing to escape. Without emotions there’s no chance to waver. You just jump right in and do it. Not even hoping for the best because you have no emotions to hope…
If I were to waver, then it might set me back indefinitely. I must stay this course or risk losing it all. I must focus on him or be side-tracked by death.. I am doomed forever to be melanchply, I do not want the same for him.
Whenever I think about writing — or have in the past, rather than just doing it, I would waver. I am never quite sure what makes me waver, rather than just jumping in like I am doing right now, knowing I just have the sixty seconds. I mean, all I have is a few seconds alive, really!
One who waves is a waver. I could see one, from across the street. His face was unfamiliar to me, but, sure enough, there was his hand in the air, waving frantically in my direction. He was easily identifiable as a waver by his goofy smile and tourist-y shirt, in addition to the ever-conspicuous wave.
i have a waver in my bum and it’s full of water because water isspelled simlarly as waver but i actual”y don’t lmpw lmwow what waver means so this is realy hard omg the time um yes so i have a waver and i am waving it about like it is a ticket and i’m trying to get the train to stop but it won’t stop so i will poo.
Dear God,
Here I sti, begging you to look at me, to notice me and tell me why. I’m jumping up and down, writing notes in the sand, SOS – help me. Why are you ignoring me, or worse, punshing me. Your child, your follower who lives by you and for you. I want you to see me, the girl who is beggingfor your attention, your waver.
i have no idea what waver means. i’m portuguese, you know? i’ve stumbled upon this website, and i thought it would be fun to do this.. and that it might help to improve my writing.
Waver — one who waves! I am a waver — I love to wave at little babies, and people I don’t know. I am a person who loves to connect with people. A smile, a nod, a wave, a shared laugh, all make this world a merrier place for me!
The sea flips in and out. The shore erasing outwards like a page of unedited thoughts that become edited. It’s like memories we want to forget. They waver…they shake…and subside like sea foam.
I will never waver from my commiment to my family and friends. I love the way they create this feeling of greatness that I had long since believe died with my childhood.
I couldn’t believe it! i sat there holding that little waver in my hand think “how the hell did this actually happen?” with that little peice of paper all my worries flew out the window like a bird escaping from his cage, never to return.
Getting out of doing something, hovering, wavering. Hesitating between a choice. That moment between thinking of all the possibilities of going one way or another. a moment you can never take back. The moment to which you wish you could return a thsousand times.
I am floating, wavering. The options are tiny iridescent bubbles before me and my finger goes from one to the other, eyes closed, heart pacing, figuring which I shall pop.
my heart was pounding, and my thoughts unstoppable. Denial- that was impossible even for him, and he may have said he didn’t love me, my love did not waver because i knew his feelings were as true for me as mine were for him.
I wavered in my spot for one moment before rushing forward and wrapping my arms around him tightly. “It’s been a ride,” he said sweetly into my ear. I laughed at the pure truth in the statement. The last three years with him had been the most ridiculous I had ever witnessed. There had been more ups and downs than a roller coaster. But for some reason, I would have paid to relive those years instead of leaving him here after it all.
I wavered back and forth. I couldn’t decide if I should do it. Should I end a career? Should I take jobs away from people? Would my small voice even be heard? Would I make any difference? Or should I just keep it to myself? Even though wrongs were done. Were they really hurting anyone?
I said yes. Three months ago I said yes to those two words, and now… I was regretting it. I didn’t know I signed up for this! It wasn’t him, nor me, it was just… everything! I was tempted to just give up. Walk straight up to him and say, ” I quit, ” return his ring and get back the peaceful days we shared when we weren’t worrying about a dress, a cake, inventations, a place, a pastor… UGH! It was supposed to be fun! It was SUPPOSED to be HAPPY! Now though…
” What’s wrong? ”
Two strong arms wrapped around me from behind. I sighed, ” Everything. I just… I’m not so sure if I’m ready anymore… ” I didn’t have to turn around to know he was smiling. Everything always got better when he smiled. ” It’s okay, I’d wait forever for you. ”
My heart fluttered, and I couldn’t help but to waver. Maybe, in the end… all these stressful efforts would be worth it. All for that one day that would give me this perfectly imperfect man for the rest of my life.
The tiny snow white petals of the daisy wavered in the summer breeze. Two months down, one to go. Each day passed faster than the last. Each day filled with sun, baasdlkfja. asldfja . adsfasdoifaoidjf. adsfaja .
It took me twelve seconds to blink, and then I couldn’t stop. What amazed me, though, was his ability to stand there, fearless, his eyes wide open, as if daring the wind to close them. I wished I had his confidence. I wished I had him.
Quiver, quiver, quiver.
You seem unable to decide.
You’re wavering from one side to another.
Oh, but which do you choose?
What a dilemma.
Get off that fence of yours, you look ridiculous!
Get off that fence, and get on with it.
Pick a side, and walk.
The fliers came in today, floating likes leaves. I can’t say I was surprised, we’d been expecting it for quite some time. But now that we saw them, looming ahead like a great ghostly flock, well… it was overwhelming to say the least.
Can I have a different word? I just thought about how I could write, what to write, and I wavered. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, thinking, “How do I start my first sentence?” I should not think, because I waver so. I do not mean to, but it happens. It breaks peoples hearts, because when I think, I feel, and when I feel, I panic.
a waver? a form to be signed, or one who waves? I suppose if you’re like me and have no idea what definitions of words are and are terrible at spelling then this can be quite hard. . . a savior with a waver, coming to you. . .
As I was parking my car in the driveway, I saw someone in the street. A little girl on her plastic tricycle, the fluff of her pigtails illumintaed by the sun, waving at me. My tired feeling wears away as I watch the girl, smiling with a smudge of chocolate popsicle on her face, and suddenly I’m forgetting about the hard day at work I just had. A smile crossed my face as I continued to back into my garage, thinking about the waver that I had just seen in the street.
sign this waver to ride the bull. sign this waver to……..i’d rather think about waves. i like waves, i wish i was in a wave right now, but not on a boat, actually in a wave with the water crashing all around me, in a warm tropical place. thats way better than a waver.
Those people that eagerly wave to you even though you don’t know them that well. That’s me. We’re friendly. We’re happy. We are bubbles of sunshine. We just want to spread it.Happiness is a choice. So is waving. Wave back next time. Ok?
Can go waving all the time, every day, every night, all week and the whole year. A waver is a smart person, who always think about how would it be, if we all were wavers?
go. go. go. dont hesitate stop stop holding back free yourself stop holding on the the threads lets them be thet them be blown lets yourself ….let yourself go….breath…………just. let. go. jump leap fly off the cliff
i don’t really know what this word means, seeing as english is not my first language and i’m still learning, but well, i guess it has something to do with waves, people who waves? i really have no idea! it reminds me a lot of my uncle, he is young, about two or three years older than me (i’m 18, by the way). He surfs, and we travel together to some amazing beaches. His life is really fun and i
it seems that whenever we must go on school trips to enhance our educational experience, we must sign a waver so the parents can’t sue the school. that waver convinces some parents to not let their children go, and some parents to never let their kids on another school trip. you know what i do with those wavers? i rip them up and fly.
I watched her waver. On the brink of stepping over the edge of the cliff. I could smell the fear on her, in her sweat and twitchy eyes, her palms leaving wet marks on her skirt. That same long silk skirt swished in the breeze and I could almost imagine her frail body stepping over the side with the edges of her skirt fluttering hard as she fell to the ground below. I wouldn’t mind so much. She took from me the one thing I loved most in the world. My whole life had fallen under her short grubby hands.
She turned to look at me with tears streaming black lines down her tired face. I paused for a moment. Hesitating between two forces within myself… I stepped forward to pull her back, only to realize all I’d grabbed was empty air.
I always waver in confrontations, most people do actually. I’m sure why but it seems like nobody knows how to talk about anything without feeling like they being too aggressive.
she wavered just before she spoke, she couldn’t do it, no, not yet. she could take that jump. everybody was waiting there, shouting her name, calling out to her. holding our their arms to catch her. their smiles faces beckoning her ever nearer. but she couldn’t jump yet, no she couldn’t jump yet, because she had something else to finish.
Without emotions, you can’t feel scared. You’ll be able to try anything. No hesitation. No wishing to escape. Without emotions there’s no chance to waver. You just jump right in and do it. Not even hoping for the best because you have no emotions to hope…
If I were to waver, then it might set me back indefinitely. I must stay this course or risk losing it all. I must focus on him or be side-tracked by death.. I am doomed forever to be melanchply, I do not want the same for him.
Whenever I think about writing — or have in the past, rather than just doing it, I would waver. I am never quite sure what makes me waver, rather than just jumping in like I am doing right now, knowing I just have the sixty seconds. I mean, all I have is a few seconds alive, really!
One who waves is a waver. I could see one, from across the street. His face was unfamiliar to me, but, sure enough, there was his hand in the air, waving frantically in my direction. He was easily identifiable as a waver by his goofy smile and tourist-y shirt, in addition to the ever-conspicuous wave.
i have a waver in my bum and it’s full of water because water isspelled simlarly as waver but i actual”y don’t lmpw lmwow what waver means so this is realy hard omg the time um yes so i have a waver and i am waving it about like it is a ticket and i’m trying to get the train to stop but it won’t stop so i will poo.
Dear God,
Here I sti, begging you to look at me, to notice me and tell me why. I’m jumping up and down, writing notes in the sand, SOS – help me. Why are you ignoring me, or worse, punshing me. Your child, your follower who lives by you and for you. I want you to see me, the girl who is beggingfor your attention, your waver.
i have no idea what waver means. i’m portuguese, you know? i’ve stumbled upon this website, and i thought it would be fun to do this.. and that it might help to improve my writing.
Waver — one who waves! I am a waver — I love to wave at little babies, and people I don’t know. I am a person who loves to connect with people. A smile, a nod, a wave, a shared laugh, all make this world a merrier place for me!
The sea flips in and out. The shore erasing outwards like a page of unedited thoughts that become edited. It’s like memories we want to forget. They waver…they shake…and subside like sea foam.
I will never waver from my commiment to my family and friends. I love the way they create this feeling of greatness that I had long since believe died with my childhood.
I couldn’t believe it! i sat there holding that little waver in my hand think “how the hell did this actually happen?” with that little peice of paper all my worries flew out the window like a bird escaping from his cage, never to return.
Getting out of doing something, hovering, wavering. Hesitating between a choice. That moment between thinking of all the possibilities of going one way or another. a moment you can never take back. The moment to which you wish you could return a thsousand times.
I feel the pain
but my love will waver;
i feel your arms,
and i shall not waver.
i feel your warmth,
and i give in
He signed the waver, with it signing away not only his marriage, but the memories he had had for the last 22 years.
I am floating, wavering. The options are tiny iridescent bubbles before me and my finger goes from one to the other, eyes closed, heart pacing, figuring which I shall pop.
Waver the prompt
my heart was pounding, and my thoughts unstoppable. Denial- that was impossible even for him, and he may have said he didn’t love me, my love did not waver because i knew his feelings were as true for me as mine were for him.
Don’t know what a waver is. Don’t know. But I’ll guess.
“The waver lasted fifty minutes until Jason gave up and finally sat down, telling himself that at last, he was defeated.
I would like to end this nightmare, to waver all of this, end it all.
I wavered in my spot for one moment before rushing forward and wrapping my arms around him tightly. “It’s been a ride,” he said sweetly into my ear. I laughed at the pure truth in the statement. The last three years with him had been the most ridiculous I had ever witnessed. There had been more ups and downs than a roller coaster. But for some reason, I would have paid to relive those years instead of leaving him here after it all.
I wavered back and forth. I couldn’t decide if I should do it. Should I end a career? Should I take jobs away from people? Would my small voice even be heard? Would I make any difference? Or should I just keep it to myself? Even though wrongs were done. Were they really hurting anyone?
” Marry me? ”
I said yes. Three months ago I said yes to those two words, and now… I was regretting it. I didn’t know I signed up for this! It wasn’t him, nor me, it was just… everything! I was tempted to just give up. Walk straight up to him and say, ” I quit, ” return his ring and get back the peaceful days we shared when we weren’t worrying about a dress, a cake, inventations, a place, a pastor… UGH! It was supposed to be fun! It was SUPPOSED to be HAPPY! Now though…
” What’s wrong? ”
Two strong arms wrapped around me from behind. I sighed, ” Everything. I just… I’m not so sure if I’m ready anymore… ” I didn’t have to turn around to know he was smiling. Everything always got better when he smiled. ” It’s okay, I’d wait forever for you. ”
My heart fluttered, and I couldn’t help but to waver. Maybe, in the end… all these stressful efforts would be worth it. All for that one day that would give me this perfectly imperfect man for the rest of my life.
The tiny snow white petals of the daisy wavered in the summer breeze. Two months down, one to go. Each day passed faster than the last. Each day filled with sun, baasdlkfja. asldfja . adsfasdoifaoidjf. adsfaja .
It took me twelve seconds to blink, and then I couldn’t stop. What amazed me, though, was his ability to stand there, fearless, his eyes wide open, as if daring the wind to close them. I wished I had his confidence. I wished I had him.
Quiver, quiver, quiver.
You seem unable to decide.
You’re wavering from one side to another.
Oh, but which do you choose?
What a dilemma.
Get off that fence of yours, you look ridiculous!
Get off that fence, and get on with it.
Pick a side, and walk.
The fliers came in today, floating likes leaves. I can’t say I was surprised, we’d been expecting it for quite some time. But now that we saw them, looming ahead like a great ghostly flock, well… it was overwhelming to say the least.
Can I have a different word? I just thought about how I could write, what to write, and I wavered. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, thinking, “How do I start my first sentence?” I should not think, because I waver so. I do not mean to, but it happens. It breaks peoples hearts, because when I think, I feel, and when I feel, I panic.
a waver? a form to be signed, or one who waves? I suppose if you’re like me and have no idea what definitions of words are and are terrible at spelling then this can be quite hard. . . a savior with a waver, coming to you. . .
As I was parking my car in the driveway, I saw someone in the street. A little girl on her plastic tricycle, the fluff of her pigtails illumintaed by the sun, waving at me. My tired feeling wears away as I watch the girl, smiling with a smudge of chocolate popsicle on her face, and suddenly I’m forgetting about the hard day at work I just had. A smile crossed my face as I continued to back into my garage, thinking about the waver that I had just seen in the street.
Her body became a waver and the only thing that held her up was his arm.
sign this waver to ride the bull. sign this waver to……..i’d rather think about waves. i like waves, i wish i was in a wave right now, but not on a boat, actually in a wave with the water crashing all around me, in a warm tropical place. thats way better than a waver.
Those people that eagerly wave to you even though you don’t know them that well. That’s me. We’re friendly. We’re happy. We are bubbles of sunshine. We just want to spread it.Happiness is a choice. So is waving. Wave back next time. Ok?
Can go waving all the time, every day, every night, all week and the whole year. A waver is a smart person, who always think about how would it be, if we all were wavers?
go. go. go. dont hesitate stop stop holding back free yourself stop holding on the the threads lets them be thet them be blown lets yourself ….let yourself go….breath…………just. let. go. jump leap fly off the cliff
sometimes i think about the fact that i’m still stuck here, in limbo, waiting for whatever comes next. what the hell am i going to be? i waver.
i don’t really know what this word means, seeing as english is not my first language and i’m still learning, but well, i guess it has something to do with waves, people who waves? i really have no idea! it reminds me a lot of my uncle, he is young, about two or three years older than me (i’m 18, by the way). He surfs, and we travel together to some amazing beaches. His life is really fun and i
it seems that whenever we must go on school trips to enhance our educational experience, we must sign a waver so the parents can’t sue the school. that waver convinces some parents to not let their children go, and some parents to never let their kids on another school trip. you know what i do with those wavers? i rip them up and fly.
I watched her waver. On the brink of stepping over the edge of the cliff. I could smell the fear on her, in her sweat and twitchy eyes, her palms leaving wet marks on her skirt. That same long silk skirt swished in the breeze and I could almost imagine her frail body stepping over the side with the edges of her skirt fluttering hard as she fell to the ground below. I wouldn’t mind so much. She took from me the one thing I loved most in the world. My whole life had fallen under her short grubby hands.
She turned to look at me with tears streaming black lines down her tired face. I paused for a moment. Hesitating between two forces within myself… I stepped forward to pull her back, only to realize all I’d grabbed was empty air.
I always waver in confrontations, most people do actually. I’m sure why but it seems like nobody knows how to talk about anything without feeling like they being too aggressive.
she wavered just before she spoke, she couldn’t do it, no, not yet. she could take that jump. everybody was waiting there, shouting her name, calling out to her. holding our their arms to catch her. their smiles faces beckoning her ever nearer. but she couldn’t jump yet, no she couldn’t jump yet, because she had something else to finish.