my strength is wavering, but not like a flag in the breeze. like the ma who is “the waver” the one that waves to you as you pass, and you never even stop to say hello. one day, you will. and when you do you will find that he has an amazing story. and it will inspire you to make your own.
The old Sutter’s dock wavered in the roll of the storm. The wood moaned, bent, creaked, cracked, popped. It made all the sounds an old wooden dock could make. Fearfully, I watched from the high point on the hill where my house nestled. I could imagine the wood breaking, splintering like bones, and the dock collapsing under the weight of many well spent years.
I wavered, but there was little I could do. The inexorable pull of gravity was pulling me twenty-two meters lower every second. In about 12 seconds I would be breaking the surface tension of the lake beneath.
a waver is a peice of paper explaining an agreement. i have never had or used a waver have you? hmm i wonder if that’s what the indians used? probably not huh? well anyways other than giving you the definition i have very little to say about wavers.
Annie signed the waver form in the office before she could finally jump out a plane, with a bungee cord of course. This would be her first step into her new life. Her new life, with a new job, a new house, and a new boyfriend.
The waver is signed. The trust has been handed to you. Your signature is binding you to the life of another. They can’t save a life without your permission. They can’t be in trouble for your pain. You have to trust that they trust you.
I need a waver from this word. Oh wait, that’s waiver, isn’t it? Well, what’s the meaning of waver then? Is it like an ocean? It wavers? Or your attention wavers? Or maybe the queen wavers? Perhaps we all do. It’s a mystery that may never be solved.
I will never falter. I will never break. Every second and opportunity i will take. Every endeavor i will not waiver. I will survive. Keep hope alive, and derive a new mission in life. I will live.
Why was I hesitating? This should have been easy. This blade had cut many people’s flesh, but I just couldn’t sink it into yours. What are you made out of? Flesh of steel, bones of iron?
I wavered for just a moment as I looked down at the paper. This was it – the day of my first AP test; the beginning of the end of my testing career. But I was confident in my knowledge of literary devices, and put my pencil to the paper with gusto.
to me this is a person who is waving at someone, something. A little bit weird if you ask me, especially if they don’t know the person that they’re waving at. Maybe they’re saying bye or hello to whoever they’re waving to, usually a wave occurs when you’re saying bye.
My hand wavered as I reached over to take his hand in mine. I wasn’t sure what this meant, exactly but I knew now that I wanted to find out. This was something new. Hopefully something good as well.
Omg! I don’t know what Waver means. May be something related to waves? but then again, my english is not so good. So really cant talk much about waver, whatever it is.
The light wavered at the end of the tunnel before completely shutting off casting those of us in the tunnel in complete darkness. Forever. Panic arose from the distressed crowed but I remained motionless barely hearing the insesent chatter of panic.
This is a neighborhood where everyone waves when you pass by. It doesn’t matter that they don’t know you. That’s almost the point. They’re testing you in a way. To see if you live around here. To see if you’re friendly. They know when you’re out of place because you don’t wave back. It’s one of those quiet places, tucked away from the main road with flowers and trimmed yards. With sprinkler systems and matching mailboxes and light posts by every driveway.
I don’t know what he’s doing. Is it me or her?
If he doesn’t make up his mind, I’m going to lose mine.
My friend says she doesn’t understand him. She says he’s wavering.
waver sounds a lot like the word “wave”. waves are rather soothing. there are plenty of waves to go around in the ocean. the ocean’s water is really salty. chex mix is also very salty. most of the time, i’d need something to drink with it. some kind of fruit
He was wavering; she could feel it. One good nudge and he would go over the edge – and she could go home with blood on her hands, secure in the knowledge of another bad deed done. It wasn’t easy being the villain in her sister’s fairytale, but someone had to do it, and if Shaina was going to be the princess, Shannon was going to be the monster.
In the end, she’d have a castle of her own, and if it was filled with skulls and flying monkeys – oh well. She didn’t want a prince anyway.
When I put my mind to doing something it will only get done if I continue on with the work and never waver from the path to the goal. Now that’s what I call a good message for the masses.
She wobbled on her feet, eyes looking glazed and unfocused.
“Grace? Are you -”
Her legs gave out. She hit the ground with an unpleasant ‘thud’, the kind that makes one think of bruises.
“Grace!” Everyone rushed to her aide, panicked and concerned.
The pen is cool and heavy in my hand as my eyes skip over words freeing these strangers from any sort of liability. My life’s becoming forfeit because I couldn’t settle for a tamer kind of thrill…What’s the matter with me?
and in that moment, i did not waver. I stood my ground, i looked to you and you looked back. we stood there staring but there was a lack of communication there. I could see it in your eyes. Somehow, slowly all of this dies and eventually, thatll be enough but for now i stand here. unwavering
Too waver in your decision. How many times have I done that? I always do that. Everything I do, I do after careful consideration. Always. I’m never spontaneous, or exciting, or whatever. I’m boring and unsure about every decision I make. Uncertain.
‘Sign the waver.’ The disembodied voice echoed though the dingy room. It was a risk, she knew that, but perhaps this was her only chance to get further in the program. She signed it and, almost immediately, the room began to melt in front of her eyes. The pen dripped from her fingertips and the chair gave way beneath her. ‘Into the rabbit hole we go.’
His hand, my hand, his skin my skin. The wind on the back our necks. These shook and trembled under the weight of our presence. But the eyes, the eyes did not waver or look beyond the horizon of our mutual bliss.
Tuition waiver? Someone who waves? A wave crashing on the shore? I’ve never encountered this word before. All I can see are walls of the sea, blue water, friendly faces, pieces of paper…is it a verb or a noun? A subject or a predicate?
I’m wavering right now. I ought to go for a walk – stretch my legs, get away from the wretched computer. But there is something compulsive about the screen – maybe there’ll be a wonderful email, offering a prize, accepting a story, suggesting I’m a wonderful writer . . . I must go for a walk!
my strength is wavering, but not like a flag in the breeze. like the ma who is “the waver” the one that waves to you as you pass, and you never even stop to say hello. one day, you will. and when you do you will find that he has an amazing story. and it will inspire you to make your own.
The old Sutter’s dock wavered in the roll of the storm. The wood moaned, bent, creaked, cracked, popped. It made all the sounds an old wooden dock could make. Fearfully, I watched from the high point on the hill where my house nestled. I could imagine the wood breaking, splintering like bones, and the dock collapsing under the weight of many well spent years.
I’m wondering how many people will mistake this for “waiver”
I wavered, but there was little I could do. The inexorable pull of gravity was pulling me twenty-two meters lower every second. In about 12 seconds I would be breaking the surface tension of the lake beneath.
Whatever happens I will not waver from this path.
AP TESTING OR BUST
a waver is a peice of paper explaining an agreement. i have never had or used a waver have you? hmm i wonder if that’s what the indians used? probably not huh? well anyways other than giving you the definition i have very little to say about wavers.
Annie signed the waver form in the office before she could finally jump out a plane, with a bungee cord of course. This would be her first step into her new life. Her new life, with a new job, a new house, and a new boyfriend.
The waver is signed. The trust has been handed to you. Your signature is binding you to the life of another. They can’t save a life without your permission. They can’t be in trouble for your pain. You have to trust that they trust you.
His unwavering glance made me realize that we were all going to die. Barney was back.
I need a waver from this word. Oh wait, that’s waiver, isn’t it? Well, what’s the meaning of waver then? Is it like an ocean? It wavers? Or your attention wavers? Or maybe the queen wavers? Perhaps we all do. It’s a mystery that may never be solved.
I will never falter. I will never break. Every second and opportunity i will take. Every endeavor i will not waiver. I will survive. Keep hope alive, and derive a new mission in life. I will live.
Why was I hesitating? This should have been easy. This blade had cut many people’s flesh, but I just couldn’t sink it into yours. What are you made out of? Flesh of steel, bones of iron?
I’m on the precipice. I’m falling. And I know that the only way to stay standing is to find some reason not to fall. But it’s hopeless.
Less hope.
I wish there were more to life than waiting. Watching and waiting and wavering. The ocean tide washing over my mind like a blank pit.
ing comes to nothing good. Except when the need is flexibility.
Note that grass survives hurricanes–
oaks to not.
I wavered for just a moment as I looked down at the paper. This was it – the day of my first AP test; the beginning of the end of my testing career. But I was confident in my knowledge of literary devices, and put my pencil to the paper with gusto.
She wavered…trembling slightly as he tenderly touched her cheek. A tear fell, as she realised what he said was true.
Vinilla wavers. Ocean. yeah…… IM NERVOUSE!
to me this is a person who is waving at someone, something. A little bit weird if you ask me, especially if they don’t know the person that they’re waving at. Maybe they’re saying bye or hello to whoever they’re waving to, usually a wave occurs when you’re saying bye.
My hand wavered as I reached over to take his hand in mine. I wasn’t sure what this meant, exactly but I knew now that I wanted to find out. This was something new. Hopefully something good as well.
Omg! I don’t know what Waver means. May be something related to waves? but then again, my english is not so good. So really cant talk much about waver, whatever it is.
The light wavered at the end of the tunnel before completely shutting off casting those of us in the tunnel in complete darkness. Forever. Panic arose from the distressed crowed but I remained motionless barely hearing the insesent chatter of panic.
I will not waver when it comes to love and what I am looking for in a man. As I get older I can’t afford to be making any more mistakes.
This is a neighborhood where everyone waves when you pass by. It doesn’t matter that they don’t know you. That’s almost the point. They’re testing you in a way. To see if you live around here. To see if you’re friendly. They know when you’re out of place because you don’t wave back. It’s one of those quiet places, tucked away from the main road with flowers and trimmed yards. With sprinkler systems and matching mailboxes and light posts by every driveway.
I don’t know what he’s doing. Is it me or her?
If he doesn’t make up his mind, I’m going to lose mine.
My friend says she doesn’t understand him. She says he’s wavering.
waver sounds a lot like the word “wave”. waves are rather soothing. there are plenty of waves to go around in the ocean. the ocean’s water is really salty. chex mix is also very salty. most of the time, i’d need something to drink with it. some kind of fruit
He was wavering; she could feel it. One good nudge and he would go over the edge – and she could go home with blood on her hands, secure in the knowledge of another bad deed done. It wasn’t easy being the villain in her sister’s fairytale, but someone had to do it, and if Shaina was going to be the princess, Shannon was going to be the monster.
In the end, she’d have a castle of her own, and if it was filled with skulls and flying monkeys – oh well. She didn’t want a prince anyway.
This is the firste attempt at writting about a word I would not normally use. Waver is, I think someone who waves all the time. Is it??
Help!!
Waver?
When I put my mind to doing something it will only get done if I continue on with the work and never waver from the path to the goal. Now that’s what I call a good message for the masses.
waver; a flicker; a moment of uncertianty that can be rivalled by a wave of hope.
She wobbled on her feet, eyes looking glazed and unfocused.
“Grace? Are you -”
Her legs gave out. She hit the ground with an unpleasant ‘thud’, the kind that makes one think of bruises.
“Grace!” Everyone rushed to her aide, panicked and concerned.
The pen is cool and heavy in my hand as my eyes skip over words freeing these strangers from any sort of liability. My life’s becoming forfeit because I couldn’t settle for a tamer kind of thrill…What’s the matter with me?
and in that moment, i did not waver. I stood my ground, i looked to you and you looked back. we stood there staring but there was a lack of communication there. I could see it in your eyes. Somehow, slowly all of this dies and eventually, thatll be enough but for now i stand here. unwavering
Too waver in your decision. How many times have I done that? I always do that. Everything I do, I do after careful consideration. Always. I’m never spontaneous, or exciting, or whatever. I’m boring and unsure about every decision I make. Uncertain.
‘Sign the waver.’ The disembodied voice echoed though the dingy room. It was a risk, she knew that, but perhaps this was her only chance to get further in the program. She signed it and, almost immediately, the room began to melt in front of her eyes. The pen dripped from her fingertips and the chair gave way beneath her. ‘Into the rabbit hole we go.’
His hand, my hand, his skin my skin. The wind on the back our necks. These shook and trembled under the weight of our presence. But the eyes, the eyes did not waver or look beyond the horizon of our mutual bliss.
Between one world and the other. Why wouldn’t i think of him? Go forth, go back. Change your mind.
Tuition waiver? Someone who waves? A wave crashing on the shore? I’ve never encountered this word before. All I can see are walls of the sea, blue water, friendly faces, pieces of paper…is it a verb or a noun? A subject or a predicate?
The light wavers in the cool autumn breeze, flickering it’s face towards the future. Rebellious against all other elements.
a greeter, saluter, a happy passer-by, one who waves his hand in the air at the passing of an acquaintance, friend or even stranger.
I’m wavering right now. I ought to go for a walk – stretch my legs, get away from the wretched computer. But there is something compulsive about the screen – maybe there’ll be a wonderful email, offering a prize, accepting a story, suggesting I’m a wonderful writer . . . I must go for a walk!