shiny, corpse taking glare in a moment. I died at yer very sight. I miss the moments i can name as life and now i’m forsaken to your mighty blow. Help me. since i have despair.
Antawari
blade cuts things into pieces, usefully used in shaving. blade is also the sides of the leaf is called as. people who are talkative are also called as blade. Blades but mostly mean the one which is used in razor.
samuel
The blade shone in the light, but she switched it off. Her mother’s voice rang in her head as the shadows fell across the room. “I only wish I could have told you more,” Leila whispered as she made her way to the door. It was almost time.
Kaitlyn
vampire hunter that hunts vampires
mumu
as in grass or knives. Cutting through each one, a snake slides towards the body recently killed
lonegoddess
grass, dew, moist, morning crisp. doing my laundry. its smells nice, its warm, new sheets so comfortable. really nice to lay in, toes are warm. so soft, make me breathe out
victoria welsby
sharp knife bloody thing coming at you. fast fast faster. coming down upon your thick skin. slicing the barrier with blood beeding down your arm. why did this happen? who are you? what are you doing to me? horror. shock.
AM
the blade of grass stuck to the bottom of his shoe. he couldn’t understand why the cat was so interested in his feet. she was so fascinated that she attacked in her most ferocious manner and he tripped over himself trying to get away.
Elizabeth Munroz
Blades are sharp. Blades always shine in books and movies. Blades are beautiful. Sometimes, I look at knives and wonder what it would feel like to take one in my hand and slit my wrist. I wonder what death is like. I carry around a pocketknife, and earlier this week I was standing in a crowd and thinking
Anastasia
Definitions of blade
Properly, the leaf, or flat part of the leaf, of any plant, especially of gramineous plants. The term is sometimes applied to the spire of grasses. The cutting part of an instrument; as, the blade of a knife or a sword. 2
The broad part of an oar; also, one of the projecting arms of a screw propeller. 2
The scapula or shoulder blade. 2
The principal rafters of a roof. 2
The four large shell plates on the sides, and the five large ones of the middle, of the carapace of the sea turtle, which yield the best tortoise shell. 2
A sharp-witted, dashing, wild, or reckless, fellow; — a word of somewhat indefinite meaning. To furnish with a blade. 2
To put forth or have a blade. 2
The flat part of the tongue immediately behind the tip, or point. 2
The word “blade” uses 5 letters: A B D E L.
Abdullah
He swung the blade in a graceful arc over his head, silver lightning swooping down and slicing the beast from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail. The swordsman’s movement was as smooth as flowing water, perfection from beginning to end. He left a clean cut, just how he liked, with little crimson blood left on his precious sword that reflected any and all light off of its gleaming surface.
Kurekitsune
I sharpened the blade of my knife.
gulsen
Sharp, cunning and raw.
Dripping with disdain and an acquired metallic taste and now a smell as well.
Shining, glistening.
Smooth, jagged.
Rough on the edge.
Sheen on the blade.
JShenanigans
blade has a v sharp edge with which we can cut any surface depending on its sharpness. it should b handeled very carefully, otherwise it may cause serious injuries. It may also cause tetanus
Shriti
i cut into myself. it is not an act of self-harm. i am not depreciating the value of my flesh; i am simply impaling myself. it is nothing to be ashamed of. i am not being cruel, and i truly don’t mean to be morbid. but why should we be afraid of defacing what is not truly even real?
adrian
the blade that strikes down my opponent in the field of glory i can not imagine what has happened in this instument of death’s lifetime so many dead so much blood and yet still it remains while it changes hands so weary and beaten its masters die yet it lives on.
alistair
A blade of grass. Green. Sweet. Individual. Except for at the roots. Where it is secretly connected to all the other blades by a tumbled, complex system of roots. Short, twisted, tangled. Like a spider’s web. It’s almost impossible to trace one blade of grass to another. But the connection is there.
Emily Kay
runner like running down on white sleek slidey white of winter olympics with that guy who looks like eddie murphy or getting cut with dripping blood on wet, white snow which was and always will be a constant
n
he pulled his blade from the leather sheath at his side, ready, always ready to defend, to fight, to win. Failure was never an option. His enemies trembled before his blade, aware of his prowess in the fight.
Steady he held it in his hand.
elle
The blade sliced across the ice making a groove that looked like the quarter moon.
nb
She shoved the vblade deeper into his chest. He graoned and immediaelty felt the blood start pouring out of the wound. It hurt. All of a sudden he saw his life flash before his eyes. ZThese werent good vions to have, especially nowe. Pain came in crashing waves.
Geo
shattered
cold
caress
sweet blood
mirrored in its blade
it’s not happening to me
Kez
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Blade: The strange semblance that typifies East Bakersfield High School – the thing, you know – the mascot, that’s the word. The Blades. Go Blades. It is odd, given the demographics, to not think of West Side Story. GO BLADES! Knife fights, swords, machismo running though the bricks and stucco, more learning of the “how life works” than the classics, the theorists, the punchbox…
Julie Jordan Scott
your love feels like a blade shredding me deeply . your smile grinds inside my head as i bleed and wish for you more everyda. your a veteran to this game . i am just your pawn. you know i can never reach you. but in my mind this is where i belong
bleed
One blade; so small in a sea of a billion. Cushioning my weight. Cradling my body. The smell of the field is purely renewal. Growth. All of the seasons, all of life can be found here.
Melissa McDougall
The blade on my jackknife was very sharp. I cut my index finger open trying to carve an arrow when my great uncle gave it to me, when i was 7 or 8 years old.
sefcug
i had tried roller blading when i was little. failing at most things i tried in middle school, i just ended up with bruises. this should have served as a warning for all my new experiences. most days, i wish i could remember what made me get back up after that first wipe out
b davenport
Ice, a shiny road of black highway such-and-such. Life, maybe, or the end of a life – a cursed object; a murder weapon. Beauty, kitchen utensil – chopped onions, a terrific death with a blade up your ass – that’d suck.
nicci lee
I forgot to shave this morning. That’s my real problem.
Qui
Blades are pretty nifty little things. I can really only think of a couple: razor blades and sword or knife blades. I like them very, very sharp. Super sharp knife blades are great for cutting tomatoes and the like. There is something satisfying about using a sharp blade.
Di - Moronacity.com
blade. let’s cut throats, i say. there’s no time for acting like we don’t all just want to die, but then again, there’s all the time in the world! there is forever and ever and we’re all going to die so why wait, let that grim man, or woman, take us now. why should we fight for freedom if, in the end, we die?
Lola
she’s the blade and you’re just paper.
i hate sugarcult.
debra
The blade rested against his throat, taunting.
“Tell me where it is.”
“Never.”
This was the name of the game. Never tell where the package is, even if you die in the process. Jason was definitely one of those people who followed the rules.
The blade pressed a bit harder, he would stick to his word.
Tara
the blade came down, and I knew it looked fake. plus, marie antoinette didn’t wear a princess tiara. she wasn’t wearing any tiara when she was beheaded, but such is the quality found when filming a french project in 11th grade. that’s the end of fun, right there.
larya
I love my sword with its curved, shiny blade. I’ve just sharpened it yesterday. Many of you might wonder what I’d do with a blade, well, I don’t really know, but it’s awesome, and it’s great for impressing the ladies, I mean, how many guys can boast that they have their own sharpened sword blade at home?
I. A. K
the old woman placed the blade under the bed. it was supposed to help cut the pain but still the young girl cried.
tricia
blade was aweird movie with this guy whos a vampire an dhe kills vampires so he’s very flawed. There’s this old guy who helps him but he doesn’t do much else. and then the second movie came out and it was better and then the last one came out and suc
mike t
blade is vampire movie i believe. i used to watch it at my old house. It’s one of thos childhood memories that was on a boring day, and it wasn’t really a good memory, just one that would gain your small knowleddge of vampire movies.
Chloe
i really like the way blades look. its all shiny and sharp and has all these hidden meanings. all these hdden stories. and i cant hlp but wonder how it all came to be. all its hidding, but it being so out in the open. i the simple fact that no matter h ow long i stare at the shiny reflective surface i know ill never know all it has to tell.
shiny, corpse taking glare in a moment. I died at yer very sight. I miss the moments i can name as life and now i’m forsaken to your mighty blow. Help me. since i have despair.
blade cuts things into pieces, usefully used in shaving. blade is also the sides of the leaf is called as. people who are talkative are also called as blade. Blades but mostly mean the one which is used in razor.
The blade shone in the light, but she switched it off. Her mother’s voice rang in her head as the shadows fell across the room. “I only wish I could have told you more,” Leila whispered as she made her way to the door. It was almost time.
vampire hunter that hunts vampires
as in grass or knives. Cutting through each one, a snake slides towards the body recently killed
grass, dew, moist, morning crisp. doing my laundry. its smells nice, its warm, new sheets so comfortable. really nice to lay in, toes are warm. so soft, make me breathe out
sharp knife bloody thing coming at you. fast fast faster. coming down upon your thick skin. slicing the barrier with blood beeding down your arm. why did this happen? who are you? what are you doing to me? horror. shock.
the blade of grass stuck to the bottom of his shoe. he couldn’t understand why the cat was so interested in his feet. she was so fascinated that she attacked in her most ferocious manner and he tripped over himself trying to get away.
Blades are sharp. Blades always shine in books and movies. Blades are beautiful. Sometimes, I look at knives and wonder what it would feel like to take one in my hand and slit my wrist. I wonder what death is like. I carry around a pocketknife, and earlier this week I was standing in a crowd and thinking
Definitions of blade
Properly, the leaf, or flat part of the leaf, of any plant, especially of gramineous plants. The term is sometimes applied to the spire of grasses. The cutting part of an instrument; as, the blade of a knife or a sword. 2
The broad part of an oar; also, one of the projecting arms of a screw propeller. 2
The scapula or shoulder blade. 2
The principal rafters of a roof. 2
The four large shell plates on the sides, and the five large ones of the middle, of the carapace of the sea turtle, which yield the best tortoise shell. 2
A sharp-witted, dashing, wild, or reckless, fellow; — a word of somewhat indefinite meaning. To furnish with a blade. 2
To put forth or have a blade. 2
The flat part of the tongue immediately behind the tip, or point. 2
The word “blade” uses 5 letters: A B D E L.
He swung the blade in a graceful arc over his head, silver lightning swooping down and slicing the beast from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail. The swordsman’s movement was as smooth as flowing water, perfection from beginning to end. He left a clean cut, just how he liked, with little crimson blood left on his precious sword that reflected any and all light off of its gleaming surface.
I sharpened the blade of my knife.
Sharp, cunning and raw.
Dripping with disdain and an acquired metallic taste and now a smell as well.
Shining, glistening.
Smooth, jagged.
Rough on the edge.
Sheen on the blade.
blade has a v sharp edge with which we can cut any surface depending on its sharpness. it should b handeled very carefully, otherwise it may cause serious injuries. It may also cause tetanus
i cut into myself. it is not an act of self-harm. i am not depreciating the value of my flesh; i am simply impaling myself. it is nothing to be ashamed of. i am not being cruel, and i truly don’t mean to be morbid. but why should we be afraid of defacing what is not truly even real?
the blade that strikes down my opponent in the field of glory i can not imagine what has happened in this instument of death’s lifetime so many dead so much blood and yet still it remains while it changes hands so weary and beaten its masters die yet it lives on.
A blade of grass. Green. Sweet. Individual. Except for at the roots. Where it is secretly connected to all the other blades by a tumbled, complex system of roots. Short, twisted, tangled. Like a spider’s web. It’s almost impossible to trace one blade of grass to another. But the connection is there.
runner like running down on white sleek slidey white of winter olympics with that guy who looks like eddie murphy or getting cut with dripping blood on wet, white snow which was and always will be a constant
he pulled his blade from the leather sheath at his side, ready, always ready to defend, to fight, to win. Failure was never an option. His enemies trembled before his blade, aware of his prowess in the fight.
Steady he held it in his hand.
The blade sliced across the ice making a groove that looked like the quarter moon.
She shoved the vblade deeper into his chest. He graoned and immediaelty felt the blood start pouring out of the wound. It hurt. All of a sudden he saw his life flash before his eyes. ZThese werent good vions to have, especially nowe. Pain came in crashing waves.
shattered
cold
caress
sweet blood
mirrored in its blade
it’s not happening to me
fvghggh PICHUNTER 35666 NUDE TUBE
Blade: The strange semblance that typifies East Bakersfield High School – the thing, you know – the mascot, that’s the word. The Blades. Go Blades. It is odd, given the demographics, to not think of West Side Story. GO BLADES! Knife fights, swords, machismo running though the bricks and stucco, more learning of the “how life works” than the classics, the theorists, the punchbox…
your love feels like a blade shredding me deeply . your smile grinds inside my head as i bleed and wish for you more everyda. your a veteran to this game . i am just your pawn. you know i can never reach you. but in my mind this is where i belong
One blade; so small in a sea of a billion. Cushioning my weight. Cradling my body. The smell of the field is purely renewal. Growth. All of the seasons, all of life can be found here.
The blade on my jackknife was very sharp. I cut my index finger open trying to carve an arrow when my great uncle gave it to me, when i was 7 or 8 years old.
i had tried roller blading when i was little. failing at most things i tried in middle school, i just ended up with bruises. this should have served as a warning for all my new experiences. most days, i wish i could remember what made me get back up after that first wipe out
Ice, a shiny road of black highway such-and-such. Life, maybe, or the end of a life – a cursed object; a murder weapon. Beauty, kitchen utensil – chopped onions, a terrific death with a blade up your ass – that’d suck.
I forgot to shave this morning. That’s my real problem.
Blades are pretty nifty little things. I can really only think of a couple: razor blades and sword or knife blades. I like them very, very sharp. Super sharp knife blades are great for cutting tomatoes and the like. There is something satisfying about using a sharp blade.
blade. let’s cut throats, i say. there’s no time for acting like we don’t all just want to die, but then again, there’s all the time in the world! there is forever and ever and we’re all going to die so why wait, let that grim man, or woman, take us now. why should we fight for freedom if, in the end, we die?
she’s the blade and you’re just paper.
i hate sugarcult.
The blade rested against his throat, taunting.
“Tell me where it is.”
“Never.”
This was the name of the game. Never tell where the package is, even if you die in the process. Jason was definitely one of those people who followed the rules.
The blade pressed a bit harder, he would stick to his word.
the blade came down, and I knew it looked fake. plus, marie antoinette didn’t wear a princess tiara. she wasn’t wearing any tiara when she was beheaded, but such is the quality found when filming a french project in 11th grade. that’s the end of fun, right there.
I love my sword with its curved, shiny blade. I’ve just sharpened it yesterday. Many of you might wonder what I’d do with a blade, well, I don’t really know, but it’s awesome, and it’s great for impressing the ladies, I mean, how many guys can boast that they have their own sharpened sword blade at home?
the old woman placed the blade under the bed. it was supposed to help cut the pain but still the young girl cried.
blade was aweird movie with this guy whos a vampire an dhe kills vampires so he’s very flawed. There’s this old guy who helps him but he doesn’t do much else. and then the second movie came out and it was better and then the last one came out and suc
blade is vampire movie i believe. i used to watch it at my old house. It’s one of thos childhood memories that was on a boring day, and it wasn’t really a good memory, just one that would gain your small knowleddge of vampire movies.
i really like the way blades look. its all shiny and sharp and has all these hidden meanings. all these hdden stories. and i cant hlp but wonder how it all came to be. all its hidding, but it being so out in the open. i the simple fact that no matter h ow long i stare at the shiny reflective surface i know ill never know all it has to tell.