The blast was deafoning and knocked me to the ground. I was
Doug McIntire
Blast off. The sound youre ears hear from the announcer as the space shuttle launches into the atmosphere.
BLAST! The sound bombs make in the ears of those surrounding it.
Blast. Blast.
A. Nice
Blast, that line at the bottom of the screen is moving so fast. Blast reminds me of earlier today when Jorshie told me I probably lauched my test tlike a rocket ship into space.
Amanda
I had a blast at a party once. Yes, only once. I don’t attend many parties. I’m not comfortable around people I don’t know, and parties are full of those.
I had a blast at a party once. Yes, only once. I don’t attend many parties. I’m very uncomfortable around people I don’t know, and parties are full of those.
Edson
The roots and the minerals, tightly packed together, wait and watch in the unlit cavern; moist, breathless and still.
The little green stem takes a deep breath, then pushes its apex tentacle against the solid ceiling, punching itself against the earthen roof, like a miner digging up.
3 hours later, there’s barely a dint.
‘No luck with this way, I’m afraid comrades,’ the little stem says, ‘ if we’re ever going to see sunlight, we’re going to have to blast ourselves out of here. Who’s got the dynamite?’
i have a blast os feellings right now, is like i dont know what i feel but i know it at the same time, its so confusse to me i dont know what i want! or what i will do.
nora
We had a blast at the party, a really fun time. Everyone was there; every one who counted. It was the place to be seen; to be known.
Lou Rider
Everyone is trying to get get fit in order to look good in a bathing suit or have a sexy pose in a picture.. I’m not. I am trying to live life healthfully, eat smart, and exercise so I can watch my kids grow up. Ever since I changed my mindset, I’ve been having a blast.
a shooting of stars helicoptor no go ride into the sun with infinite beauty the expulsion of energy shot through the night sky and balanced between mercury and her maiden lover venus.
Nikiski
a shooting of stars helicoptor no go ride into the sun with infinite beauty the expulsion of energy shot through the night sky and balanced between mercury and her maiden lover saturn.
Nikiski
There can never be too many blasts in life. One should always eradicate and eradicate and eradicate. For what is freedom but the destruction of the old and the mundane. So go, boom!
Johanna Michelle Lim
The blasted through the windows. Glass sang through the air, killing and cutting everything in it’s way. They curled up. Some screamed others did not.
Ilerda
a blast from the past, a rock from the stock, a reek from the creek and all of that before 8am on a Wednesday morning. I didn’t deserve all that noise and odour, just a large coffee and that’d be enough
That trip was such a blast. And I had thought the whole time that camping, and backpacking (anything that could involve mud and bugs, and a lack of proper showers) would be totally lame. How could I have known what we would find?
Teeghan
oh snap the shrapnel is coming oh god what do I do do I duck do I run do I shield myself there is no time there is only pain and blood and death and the darkness closes in around me
Mari
blasting powder companies, like Du POnt, I don’t think there are too many others built powder houses in mining communities to help increase demand of blowing things apart in the mines.
blast off please. get away from me. just blast off. i can’t stand you. blast off. go away. never come back. blast off please. blast off right now. i don’t have time for you anymore so blast off and just forget me as i’ll do the same for you. blast off please. bl
Cherise
Elephants and trumpets, blast there place in the world with a loud “I am here” and cannot be denied space and significance.
constructions. faculty, my faculty. exams. stress:)) lot of information and no fun. just learning.
alexandra matei
Boom… My head shook. My body tembled. What was that? Am i dead? Do you think when your dead? Oh noooo…. i’m dead. Oh, hang on… I was sleeping.. I’ll just wake up. Simple.
I swerved, duck and ran faster than I ever had. So far I hadn’t been hit, but if you take your eyes away even just for a second you could be. I was determined, driven to suceed. CHH. I heard the click of the gun. I spun around looking for the shooter. I didn’t see anybody. Just then I turned my back a moment too soon. CHH. I’d been hit. The enemy laughed. I stared down at the first paint I had gotten on me. This was war. I lifted my paintball gun and shot like a crazy man.
there wasn’t much left of the place after the blast. made a hole straight up the center, a cylindrical canyon lined with charred wood. thing smoked for days. afterward, you could stand in the middle at night an’ look up an’ it was like lookin’ up seventy stories instead of three, an’ between clouds you could see stars like diamonds on black velvet. An’ if you stared long enough, they looked like elvis or jesus depending on the time of year.
blast blast the sound did not stop the noise would not stop my ears bled blast blast blast the guns would not stop the noise would not stop soon it would be over but for now blast blast blast
lissette
i had a blast when everything was happy. when i see a sun sometimes i wonder if it will blast. it will blast into the sky and soon, the sky will be filled with bits and pieces of sun. But will that destroy the earth? I think it would be beautiful. . Why do beautiful things destroy?
Ashley
The overwhelming volume heats my ears until they go numb and start to hurt. I crank it up until I can’t hear the world, I can’t feel what’s going on underneath my own two feet, in my life.
Johnson blasted through the lock with the .44, pushed open the door, and looked cautiously inside. “Maryann? Mrs. Thompson, are you in here?” Detective Johnson leaned into the door frame and edged her way inside, low and slow. The chaos in the living room spoke eloquently. Maryann had fought. Johnson just hoped she hadn’t lost.
Izolda
You never know until you try it, you might have a blast. It might seem like something you’re not really into at first, but when you get over the awkwardness and just let yourself go, you’ll discover it could be just what you’ve needed and have never let yourself have due to the stigma of how it’s perceived.
Most kids have a ‘blast’ over summer break. I just have a “good time.” I wonder if that actually means that I enjoy my break less than them, or if I just do less spectacular things. You can enjoy non-spectacular things just as much as spectacular things. Or maybe I under-estimate things when I describe them to people.
S
The newspaper had the details. So many have lost their lives in a bomb blast. Those responsible have not been apprehended as yet.
The blast of the kettles steam was sudden and it seemed to awaken everyone in the room from their daze. “So, what’s for dinner today?” asked my father, half interested, as the rest of us shifted off to the other room. We knew there was a row coming.
explosion, rocket, fire bursting through the night sky. Fear, illuminated by shrapnel and burning trees. The sky alight.
Gem
Higher and higher it climbed. The anticipation grew and grew. Any minute now. It seemed an endless climb. The steep incline just lending more strength to their anticipation. Finally they tipped over the edge. Screams echoed out as they flew with great speed. Winds rushing past their faces sending hair everywhere. Some screamed, others laughed as if in insanity had claimed their minds if only for this brief window. Unfortunately it had to end, the ride slowed to a gradual stop and the grining passengers disembarked some all too ready to wait again to feel the rush that can only come from a great roller coaster. Such a blast to ride.
The last time a saw a rocket blast off was on television. They kick off with such force that you wonder how the hell the whole things works! The astronaughts, are probably having a blast of a time. This is the culmination of their career – the whole reason they got out of bed for the 15 or however long years before that. No pressure. Must be weird for those who never make it into space though. Do they retire happy do you think?
KP
And all I can think is how calmly he said “blast off”.
c.harp
The blast shook the building, and he pressed himself down on top of her, trying to shield her from the sudden rain of concrete dust and shrapnel. He felt something strike his cheek, draw blood, but over the sound of another explosion he couldn’t hear his own hiss of pain.
The blast was deafoning and knocked me to the ground. I was
Blast off. The sound youre ears hear from the announcer as the space shuttle launches into the atmosphere.
BLAST! The sound bombs make in the ears of those surrounding it.
Blast. Blast.
Blast, that line at the bottom of the screen is moving so fast. Blast reminds me of earlier today when Jorshie told me I probably lauched my test tlike a rocket ship into space.
I had a blast at a party once. Yes, only once. I don’t attend many parties. I’m not comfortable around people I don’t know, and parties are full of those.
I had a blast at a party once. Yes, only once. I don’t attend many parties. I’m very uncomfortable around people I don’t know, and parties are full of those.
The roots and the minerals, tightly packed together, wait and watch in the unlit cavern; moist, breathless and still.
The little green stem takes a deep breath, then pushes its apex tentacle against the solid ceiling, punching itself against the earthen roof, like a miner digging up.
3 hours later, there’s barely a dint.
‘No luck with this way, I’m afraid comrades,’ the little stem says, ‘ if we’re ever going to see sunlight, we’re going to have to blast ourselves out of here. Who’s got the dynamite?’
i have a blast os feellings right now, is like i dont know what i feel but i know it at the same time, its so confusse to me i dont know what i want! or what i will do.
We had a blast at the party, a really fun time. Everyone was there; every one who counted. It was the place to be seen; to be known.
Everyone is trying to get get fit in order to look good in a bathing suit or have a sexy pose in a picture.. I’m not. I am trying to live life healthfully, eat smart, and exercise so I can watch my kids grow up. Ever since I changed my mindset, I’ve been having a blast.
a shooting of stars helicoptor no go ride into the sun with infinite beauty the expulsion of energy shot through the night sky and balanced between mercury and her maiden lover venus.
a shooting of stars helicoptor no go ride into the sun with infinite beauty the expulsion of energy shot through the night sky and balanced between mercury and her maiden lover saturn.
There can never be too many blasts in life. One should always eradicate and eradicate and eradicate. For what is freedom but the destruction of the old and the mundane. So go, boom!
The blasted through the windows. Glass sang through the air, killing and cutting everything in it’s way. They curled up. Some screamed others did not.
a blast from the past, a rock from the stock, a reek from the creek and all of that before 8am on a Wednesday morning. I didn’t deserve all that noise and odour, just a large coffee and that’d be enough
I, 2, 3, BLAST! My heart is aching as I watch you fall to the ground, a whole deep inside your soul. Everything has changed.
That trip was such a blast. And I had thought the whole time that camping, and backpacking (anything that could involve mud and bugs, and a lack of proper showers) would be totally lame. How could I have known what we would find?
oh snap the shrapnel is coming oh god what do I do do I duck do I run do I shield myself there is no time there is only pain and blood and death and the darkness closes in around me
blasting powder companies, like Du POnt, I don’t think there are too many others built powder houses in mining communities to help increase demand of blowing things apart in the mines.
blast off please. get away from me. just blast off. i can’t stand you. blast off. go away. never come back. blast off please. blast off right now. i don’t have time for you anymore so blast off and just forget me as i’ll do the same for you. blast off please. bl
Elephants and trumpets, blast there place in the world with a loud “I am here” and cannot be denied space and significance.
constructions. faculty, my faculty. exams. stress:)) lot of information and no fun. just learning.
Boom… My head shook. My body tembled. What was that? Am i dead? Do you think when your dead? Oh noooo…. i’m dead. Oh, hang on… I was sleeping.. I’ll just wake up. Simple.
A loud explosion. It’s spontaneous. I dunno, fun I think. When everything just blows up in your face.
like a fire in a straw, the immense beauty of the sparks shot across the room with the blast of the gun.
I swerved, duck and ran faster than I ever had. So far I hadn’t been hit, but if you take your eyes away even just for a second you could be. I was determined, driven to suceed. CHH. I heard the click of the gun. I spun around looking for the shooter. I didn’t see anybody. Just then I turned my back a moment too soon. CHH. I’d been hit. The enemy laughed. I stared down at the first paint I had gotten on me. This was war. I lifted my paintball gun and shot like a crazy man.
there wasn’t much left of the place after the blast. made a hole straight up the center, a cylindrical canyon lined with charred wood. thing smoked for days. afterward, you could stand in the middle at night an’ look up an’ it was like lookin’ up seventy stories instead of three, an’ between clouds you could see stars like diamonds on black velvet. An’ if you stared long enough, they looked like elvis or jesus depending on the time of year.
blast blast the sound did not stop the noise would not stop my ears bled blast blast blast the guns would not stop the noise would not stop soon it would be over but for now blast blast blast
i had a blast when everything was happy. when i see a sun sometimes i wonder if it will blast. it will blast into the sky and soon, the sky will be filled with bits and pieces of sun. But will that destroy the earth? I think it would be beautiful. . Why do beautiful things destroy?
The overwhelming volume heats my ears until they go numb and start to hurt. I crank it up until I can’t hear the world, I can’t feel what’s going on underneath my own two feet, in my life.
Johnson blasted through the lock with the .44, pushed open the door, and looked cautiously inside. “Maryann? Mrs. Thompson, are you in here?” Detective Johnson leaned into the door frame and edged her way inside, low and slow. The chaos in the living room spoke eloquently. Maryann had fought. Johnson just hoped she hadn’t lost.
You never know until you try it, you might have a blast. It might seem like something you’re not really into at first, but when you get over the awkwardness and just let yourself go, you’ll discover it could be just what you’ve needed and have never let yourself have due to the stigma of how it’s perceived.
Most kids have a ‘blast’ over summer break. I just have a “good time.” I wonder if that actually means that I enjoy my break less than them, or if I just do less spectacular things. You can enjoy non-spectacular things just as much as spectacular things. Or maybe I under-estimate things when I describe them to people.
The newspaper had the details. So many have lost their lives in a bomb blast. Those responsible have not been apprehended as yet.
It was the darkest night I had ever lived through. The blast came so suddenly, and people were crying, staggering, bleeding, and dying.
The blast of the kettles steam was sudden and it seemed to awaken everyone in the room from their daze. “So, what’s for dinner today?” asked my father, half interested, as the rest of us shifted off to the other room. We knew there was a row coming.
explosion, rocket, fire bursting through the night sky. Fear, illuminated by shrapnel and burning trees. The sky alight.
Higher and higher it climbed. The anticipation grew and grew. Any minute now. It seemed an endless climb. The steep incline just lending more strength to their anticipation. Finally they tipped over the edge. Screams echoed out as they flew with great speed. Winds rushing past their faces sending hair everywhere. Some screamed, others laughed as if in insanity had claimed their minds if only for this brief window. Unfortunately it had to end, the ride slowed to a gradual stop and the grining passengers disembarked some all too ready to wait again to feel the rush that can only come from a great roller coaster. Such a blast to ride.
The last time a saw a rocket blast off was on television. They kick off with such force that you wonder how the hell the whole things works! The astronaughts, are probably having a blast of a time. This is the culmination of their career – the whole reason they got out of bed for the 15 or however long years before that. No pressure. Must be weird for those who never make it into space though. Do they retire happy do you think?
And all I can think is how calmly he said “blast off”.
The blast shook the building, and he pressed himself down on top of her, trying to shield her from the sudden rain of concrete dust and shrapnel. He felt something strike his cheek, draw blood, but over the sound of another explosion he couldn’t hear his own hiss of pain.