She was drawn to his aura. Not that she was a mystic or anything, but there was just something about him; his charisma, his personality. Something made her want to be around him all the time. She dared say she was falling in love, but, strangely, she’d actually never even spoken a word to him.
Lisa
Magnetic. This was the word that pulsed through his veins as strongly as the aura that drew him toward her. He was compelled to speak to her, to meet her. He could not avert his eyes.
Saya
his aura was rather nice. he didn’t show dominance and superority, but rather friendliness and support. i know that my friend thinks i’m odd to say that i rather like him. he’s really nice. did you know that this word rhymes with a womans name laura? the name comes from laurel bush and i know it because i know one laura.
Paula
Her aura was yellow. Everyone she touched knew it, it was no secret. Ever since she had moved in, she had shown an incredible light that lit up the day of anyone who encountered her.
I looked over at him, he smiled up at me. Its brightness was blinding, he had an aura of confidence about him, and yet, I sensed there was insecurity too. I wondered again what he might be hiding behind those blue eyes.
It is the aura of a person that gathers all the attention and attracts others towards him. With time everything changes and so does the aura of a person that also undergoes a change.
her aura was blue. sad, dejected, sullen in her attire (she didn’t smile that day);
her aura was green. lighthearted yet begrudgingly greedy (her lips tugged and bit at my own);
her aura was yellow (i covered my eyes so as not to be blinded by her beauty);
her aura was purple (tears sprinkled the ground she walked on when she gave and gave and gave everything she had to those with nothing but a beating heart);
her aura was red (that day the waters boiled and burned anyone who dared to swim)
her aura was mingled with mine (all colors of every shade, but especially pink when her hand touched mine)
She had an aura about her. Literally, there was a perceivable aura around her. It was strangely attractive. She walked through the campus like she was so proud, like it was a new necklace from her boyfriend rather than the awkward, dildo like object that caught everyone’s attention.
Eric
the green light washed over the huddled masses, illuminating mangled limbs, wrinkled faces, and clenched fingers.
rick
Her aura. She was fucking gorgeous. Something about her eyes, her face. Like that of a cat. A cat that knows she is going to get fed. She knows she is land on her feet when stumbling around from place to place. She was confident, sure. Determined. Determined to be smiled at.
She ran through the fields laughing with a school kid’s glee. She was euphoric. Her aura was a rainbow of colors, a kaleidoscope of flavors and she loved every moment of freedom that she had.
She was drawn to his aura. Not that she was a mystic or anything, but there was just something about him; his charisma, his personality. Something made her want to be around him all the time. She dared say she was falling in love, but, strangely, she’d actually never even spoken a word to him.
Magnetic. This was the word that pulsed through his veins as strongly as the aura that drew him toward her. He was compelled to speak to her, to meet her. He could not avert his eyes.
his aura was rather nice. he didn’t show dominance and superority, but rather friendliness and support. i know that my friend thinks i’m odd to say that i rather like him. he’s really nice. did you know that this word rhymes with a womans name laura? the name comes from laurel bush and i know it because i know one laura.
Her aura was yellow. Everyone she touched knew it, it was no secret. Ever since she had moved in, she had shown an incredible light that lit up the day of anyone who encountered her.
I looked over at him, he smiled up at me. Its brightness was blinding, he had an aura of confidence about him, and yet, I sensed there was insecurity too. I wondered again what he might be hiding behind those blue eyes.
This word reminds me of Phoebe from the American Sitcom, Friends.. They always end up saying “anyway”.. LOL
It is the aura of a person that gathers all the attention and attracts others towards him. With time everything changes and so does the aura of a person that also undergoes a change.
her aura was blue. sad, dejected, sullen in her attire (she didn’t smile that day);
her aura was green. lighthearted yet begrudgingly greedy (her lips tugged and bit at my own);
her aura was yellow (i covered my eyes so as not to be blinded by her beauty);
her aura was purple (tears sprinkled the ground she walked on when she gave and gave and gave everything she had to those with nothing but a beating heart);
her aura was red (that day the waters boiled and burned anyone who dared to swim)
her aura was mingled with mine (all colors of every shade, but especially pink when her hand touched mine)
Kim feared her stepdad
His smile never reached his eyes
And he had no aura
She had an aura about her. Literally, there was a perceivable aura around her. It was strangely attractive. She walked through the campus like she was so proud, like it was a new necklace from her boyfriend rather than the awkward, dildo like object that caught everyone’s attention.
the green light washed over the huddled masses, illuminating mangled limbs, wrinkled faces, and clenched fingers.
Her aura. She was fucking gorgeous. Something about her eyes, her face. Like that of a cat. A cat that knows she is going to get fed. She knows she is land on her feet when stumbling around from place to place. She was confident, sure. Determined. Determined to be smiled at.
I smile. Helpless.
She ran through the fields laughing with a school kid’s glee. She was euphoric. Her aura was a rainbow of colors, a kaleidoscope of flavors and she loved every moment of freedom that she had.