Blades are dangerous they cut, i hate when i get cuts. Sadly last week i stepped on glass and was cut. Honestly i dont know what to say, blades not really a good word and im very tired! should that have been a word like lovely i might have said something better
Jennifer
A blade of grass whispered to the wind.
It spoke of the many who had walked passed it in its short time there. It asked the wind to runaway with it, but it was too late the wind s already gone.
It had no time to wait.
Kunze
The blade hovered right before my eyes. I dragged my gaze right with difficulty to meet the jagged grin of the swordbearer. “I take it you want me to stay here?” I managed. “THat about sums it up, yes,” he sneered.
sarasusa
sharp, razor, kill, battle, midle age, I don’t fucking know if I’m supposed to write anithing about a blade or just words that come out of myu mind, however, I see only a shining longsword.
CIv
It peaked out from the dead leaves into the sunlight where the light shone on its vibrant green shoot – rising higher toward the sun on the autumn day in October when sunshine begins to wane and the grasses go into hibernation.
sdanl
The sharp blade cut across her innocent skin, penetrating the flesh. Sorry drops of blood ran down onto her fingertips and she cried. She only wanted to help, but she was hurt instead.
katie
sharp, curved, scary, not nice, vampire movie, probably dangerous, cuts tape on boxes, boys have them, squeaky, weird, shiny,
liz
Goldfinger, that’s what this knife is called. He gave it to me to protect myself, but I don’t like to carry it. If anyone caught me with Goldfinger, I could be arrested. But would it not be better to get arrested for carrying a weapon than to die for not?
j
It flashed in the sun as he shot past me, cutting the ice with the sharpness of his pivot, lift, and landing. I clapped in awe, forgetting how cold I was….
theamarie
I run my finger along the blade. The knife will not stay closed in my pocket. I feel safe carrying it, but also a little scared. This blade could save my life by destroying someone else’s.
j
i think about cutting myself everyday.
d
The blade whirled around and around. I only came out to cut the grass as a distraction but now my mind is turning to darker ideas. It would be a quick end. Everyone would think it was an accident, wouldn’t they? Who would suspect. I started to think it through seriously.
A Weir
אין אומץ.
ולמען האמת כבר אין רצון.
מילה שמזכירה לי תקופות הרבה יותר גרועות, שבכלל שקלתי את עצמי, שהאכלתי את עצמי בשטויות שאולי הכאב הפיזי עדיף.
זה היה חלק מהפוזה. רציתי לחשוב שאולי זה עדיף.
הגאווה האמיתית שלי היא העובדה שתמיד ידעתי שלא.
shai
cut slice tear it open release free let it loose
it’s all just what you need to be free
let yourself go to him
take the blade and set yourself free
free of the binds that constrict you
free
susy
a blade is an instrument of destruction, something with which to cut.
yet it is a word of beauty, a blade of grass, sitting quietly in the summer sun.
the meaning of the word blade is your choice alone be it the destructive , or the beautiful.
AP x
amber pirrie
one time there was a man who was a knight and he was building his own blade for a sword and it was going to be really sharp. and blue. he was going to name it Espanol. his dragon didn’t like that name though and he burnt up the blade before he was done. and the knight named it Toothless!
Caleb
i am so bored and i wish hugo was here already. when is he going to get here? the food smells so good!!!! i wish that i had brownies1 i want some but they’re really fattening. i am really bored right now and i don’t knopw what i’m writing.
Kayla Martinez
The paddle has to be the correct height or it makes more problems than it solves. In the water, it can propel, or steer, or just drift. As a rudder, it creates a line of turbulence that shows long seconds after passage. Slicing water, attack! more speed, further, faster, more, and then quiet, sneaking up on a great blue heron fishing among the cypress knees.
sailor
a metaphor for for how my mom’s words and actions feel as they slice through my heart. her words are her blade and she keeps it sharp… always.
spaci
I’m craving summer, just one green blade of grass to give me comfort. To make me feel safe. To let me know that I no longer have to worry about careening around parking lots on icy surfaces and ending up in auto repair shops to the tune of 1,000 dollars. Oh, just one blade of grass.
Linda
Knife, running through a dark alley, looking back, dirt all over face. Typical fence as a dead end, try to climb over it. Struggling, struggling…He reaches you, climbs to get you, you fell to the ground, he jumps off, he tries to stab you, you roll out of the way, you kick him.
Raine
Blades are sharp. They hurt when they cut you.
Fuck that I want to write a story.
She felt the blade at her hip. All that filled her mind was stab. She would stab him. And he would die at her blade. The anger was consuming. And she drew the blade. And he died.
I love happy endings.
Tyler
the blade hit the ice for the first time as she was about to debut in her first olympic games. Her nerves were turing her blood in to ice as she took the ice for her short program. One routine stoop between her and destiny.
caitlin Liguori
romeo and juliet. ALL DAY!
Mason V
I saw one the other day. It was covered in red dust and floated on water. The dust would flake off and sink to the bottom of the pool. I believe it to be rust.
Patric Paradis
Hurts. Pain and blood flow.
but maybe its a hero wielding the blade. Slicing the pain and enemiys away! She screams, he strikes, she lives. Blood, blade, screem, the end.
Kath
Back in the red house Miriam would never had thought to do such a thing, but there she was. The bowie was heavy and sweet in her hand and something about it reminded her of the acid-green gumdrops of her ninth birthday. It was sweet when it sank in.
sigma
dangerous, cuts, shave,
David
A serial killer walks around in the night; his subject is in this house. He opens the door, sneaks into her room, and makes short work of his pay. The girl is dead. Now he leaves for his next victim.
Demeter
cut fruit blood shave hurt
danielacastillejos
cut fruit blood shave hurt
daniela castillejos
the blade is the nost basic weapon used of all tmes, is deadly and silgilous, was used by nijas and samurias a long time ago. can be a precious friend or a deadly enemy. are precious weapons able to kill0.
Manuel
i have been watching the olympic recelty and my favorite athlete is the speed skater jr celski. this morning i decided i was going to design an apartment for him because i am an architect and i was going to incorporate the shape of a skate blade into the design. I thought it would be kinda cool and i think hes kinda cool because he listesn to awesome music.
joe
hjghjghjgj
jkhghj
The blade pierced his scalp, and he cried with an immense, inconsolable pain.
She panted, pushing harder and harder, the blood splattered against her tank-top and dribbled on the carpet.
She was finally free.
DR
Blade runs across freshly washed skin or across freshly paved street, freshly frozen lake.
Kelly Anne
It reminded me of the kids who everyone else made fun of, those kids with black clothes and investments in anime and some penchant for Japanese. I wonder what would happen if one of them brought one of their signature blades to school. I used to be like them. Am I still?
Kiya
The blade flashed through the air, unnoticed by its first victim, as the mysterious and shadowy man ran throgh the corridor, not looking back at the man he had just killed. There had been a time when his blade had been merely a ceremonial item in his home, but that was before his home had been burnt to the ground. Now his blade had become his most valuablde po
Nyan Storey
A blade can be a weapon, a tool, or a best friend. For some it is a way of keeping enimies at bay. For others it cuts away at materials that could be used to build. For the last, it’s a comfort zone. A silent friend.
Akilah
The blade cut sharply through the zombie’s body. It fell to the ground with a squeal. There was no time to waste, I had to get out of here before the rest of them caught up.
Blades are dangerous they cut, i hate when i get cuts. Sadly last week i stepped on glass and was cut. Honestly i dont know what to say, blades not really a good word and im very tired! should that have been a word like lovely i might have said something better
A blade of grass whispered to the wind.
It spoke of the many who had walked passed it in its short time there. It asked the wind to runaway with it, but it was too late the wind s already gone.
It had no time to wait.
The blade hovered right before my eyes. I dragged my gaze right with difficulty to meet the jagged grin of the swordbearer. “I take it you want me to stay here?” I managed. “THat about sums it up, yes,” he sneered.
sharp, razor, kill, battle, midle age, I don’t fucking know if I’m supposed to write anithing about a blade or just words that come out of myu mind, however, I see only a shining longsword.
It peaked out from the dead leaves into the sunlight where the light shone on its vibrant green shoot – rising higher toward the sun on the autumn day in October when sunshine begins to wane and the grasses go into hibernation.
The sharp blade cut across her innocent skin, penetrating the flesh. Sorry drops of blood ran down onto her fingertips and she cried. She only wanted to help, but she was hurt instead.
sharp, curved, scary, not nice, vampire movie, probably dangerous, cuts tape on boxes, boys have them, squeaky, weird, shiny,
Goldfinger, that’s what this knife is called. He gave it to me to protect myself, but I don’t like to carry it. If anyone caught me with Goldfinger, I could be arrested. But would it not be better to get arrested for carrying a weapon than to die for not?
It flashed in the sun as he shot past me, cutting the ice with the sharpness of his pivot, lift, and landing. I clapped in awe, forgetting how cold I was….
I run my finger along the blade. The knife will not stay closed in my pocket. I feel safe carrying it, but also a little scared. This blade could save my life by destroying someone else’s.
i think about cutting myself everyday.
The blade whirled around and around. I only came out to cut the grass as a distraction but now my mind is turning to darker ideas. It would be a quick end. Everyone would think it was an accident, wouldn’t they? Who would suspect. I started to think it through seriously.
אין אומץ.
ולמען האמת כבר אין רצון.
מילה שמזכירה לי תקופות הרבה יותר גרועות, שבכלל שקלתי את עצמי, שהאכלתי את עצמי בשטויות שאולי הכאב הפיזי עדיף.
זה היה חלק מהפוזה. רציתי לחשוב שאולי זה עדיף.
הגאווה האמיתית שלי היא העובדה שתמיד ידעתי שלא.
cut slice tear it open release free let it loose
it’s all just what you need to be free
let yourself go to him
take the blade and set yourself free
free of the binds that constrict you
free
a blade is an instrument of destruction, something with which to cut.
yet it is a word of beauty, a blade of grass, sitting quietly in the summer sun.
the meaning of the word blade is your choice alone be it the destructive , or the beautiful.
AP x
one time there was a man who was a knight and he was building his own blade for a sword and it was going to be really sharp. and blue. he was going to name it Espanol. his dragon didn’t like that name though and he burnt up the blade before he was done. and the knight named it Toothless!
i am so bored and i wish hugo was here already. when is he going to get here? the food smells so good!!!! i wish that i had brownies1 i want some but they’re really fattening. i am really bored right now and i don’t knopw what i’m writing.
The paddle has to be the correct height or it makes more problems than it solves. In the water, it can propel, or steer, or just drift. As a rudder, it creates a line of turbulence that shows long seconds after passage. Slicing water, attack! more speed, further, faster, more, and then quiet, sneaking up on a great blue heron fishing among the cypress knees.
a metaphor for for how my mom’s words and actions feel as they slice through my heart. her words are her blade and she keeps it sharp… always.
I’m craving summer, just one green blade of grass to give me comfort. To make me feel safe. To let me know that I no longer have to worry about careening around parking lots on icy surfaces and ending up in auto repair shops to the tune of 1,000 dollars. Oh, just one blade of grass.
Knife, running through a dark alley, looking back, dirt all over face. Typical fence as a dead end, try to climb over it. Struggling, struggling…He reaches you, climbs to get you, you fell to the ground, he jumps off, he tries to stab you, you roll out of the way, you kick him.
Blades are sharp. They hurt when they cut you.
Fuck that I want to write a story.
She felt the blade at her hip. All that filled her mind was stab. She would stab him. And he would die at her blade. The anger was consuming. And she drew the blade. And he died.
I love happy endings.
the blade hit the ice for the first time as she was about to debut in her first olympic games. Her nerves were turing her blood in to ice as she took the ice for her short program. One routine stoop between her and destiny.
romeo and juliet. ALL DAY!
I saw one the other day. It was covered in red dust and floated on water. The dust would flake off and sink to the bottom of the pool. I believe it to be rust.
Hurts. Pain and blood flow.
but maybe its a hero wielding the blade. Slicing the pain and enemiys away! She screams, he strikes, she lives. Blood, blade, screem, the end.
Back in the red house Miriam would never had thought to do such a thing, but there she was. The bowie was heavy and sweet in her hand and something about it reminded her of the acid-green gumdrops of her ninth birthday. It was sweet when it sank in.
dangerous, cuts, shave,
A serial killer walks around in the night; his subject is in this house. He opens the door, sneaks into her room, and makes short work of his pay. The girl is dead. Now he leaves for his next victim.
cut fruit blood shave hurt
cut fruit blood shave hurt
the blade is the nost basic weapon used of all tmes, is deadly and silgilous, was used by nijas and samurias a long time ago. can be a precious friend or a deadly enemy. are precious weapons able to kill0.
i have been watching the olympic recelty and my favorite athlete is the speed skater jr celski. this morning i decided i was going to design an apartment for him because i am an architect and i was going to incorporate the shape of a skate blade into the design. I thought it would be kinda cool and i think hes kinda cool because he listesn to awesome music.
hjghjghjgj
The blade pierced his scalp, and he cried with an immense, inconsolable pain.
She panted, pushing harder and harder, the blood splattered against her tank-top and dribbled on the carpet.
She was finally free.
Blade runs across freshly washed skin or across freshly paved street, freshly frozen lake.
It reminded me of the kids who everyone else made fun of, those kids with black clothes and investments in anime and some penchant for Japanese. I wonder what would happen if one of them brought one of their signature blades to school. I used to be like them. Am I still?
The blade flashed through the air, unnoticed by its first victim, as the mysterious and shadowy man ran throgh the corridor, not looking back at the man he had just killed. There had been a time when his blade had been merely a ceremonial item in his home, but that was before his home had been burnt to the ground. Now his blade had become his most valuablde po
A blade can be a weapon, a tool, or a best friend. For some it is a way of keeping enimies at bay. For others it cuts away at materials that could be used to build. For the last, it’s a comfort zone. A silent friend.
The blade cut sharply through the zombie’s body. It fell to the ground with a squeal. There was no time to waste, I had to get out of here before the rest of them caught up.