I feel like its an awkward word. It means lacking vegetation and exposed to the elements, though.
Aubrey
She stared out the window as her thoughts were lost in the grey sky. It was growing darker by the second. It was painfully ironic how it matched her mood perfectly. Dark and gloomy.
SarahGracie
bleak…. bleach the underwear, or it will get moldy and unedible… wait, eating underwear?!?!?!?!!? WHY WHERE ARE THEESE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO TEACH ME MAGIC!!!??!?!??!?
BDubs
A faint light came from the top window. A light I can’t reach. It’s so wonderful and I can hardly even see it. I can never get out.
The sand under my feet is bleak and grey and saturated with salty water. Sandcastles are reduced to piles of mush all around. The wind is heavy and humid.
For once, it doesn’t seem so dark, love. It’s not as if i’ve been lost without you, but admittedly, i was wandering around in circles anyway. It’s my birthday. Time to walk in a new direction.
Well, it didn’t look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
Well, it wasn’t look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
Bleak. Bleak is boring. It has no interest. It is used for a person with no personality and that is boring. Also used in the weather. It is a bleak day. I hate bleak days. I wish every day was sunny and made me smile. Bleak days put me in a bad mood.
Rachel Pruitt
I leaving you, as impossible as it may sound. I will travel as far as it takes and as far as the bleak winds will take me. As far as I can go into the black.
Midwinter was always the grimmest time for my mother. She’d start in on the gin at 11am most days. I would hate work and school and often break up with whichever girl I was with. I hated it, it sucked.
Guy
The outlook wasn’t a great one, but he was confident that he would make the best out of the situation. It could be worse, right? He tried to steel his nerves and convince himself of that. I mean it’s not like they were going to torture him by slicing his abdomen open and removing his intestines with iron hooks or anything. What’s that? They are? Bummer.
Things are looking up. No longer do the bleak sheets of winter clothe our streets, but sun and green is poking through, pulverizing the cold and dreary. The Bleak.
understanding that you are nothing in the universe. A small tiny absent minded speck walking about, stumbling about lol. Writing about words like bleak. your future is bleak because you spend all your time writing about bleak. Bleak is the user of the internet for hours at a time, bleak is the fate of the human race in the face of religion. bleak details us as human beings and we understand that bleak is nothing near to our dreams. bleak.
Jordon
the world is destitute around me. The buildings are dilapidated. I look around and see no one.
Mallie McDaniel
I dont know what bleak is. it sounds like a shady word.
brittany
what the bleak is going on who the heck are you? All in my house eating my chicken my green beans and yams.
vari
like a stone corridor till its suddenly alive with the afternoon sun. its white walls painted yellow and orange; a light filled tunnel into something less bleak.
it was a bleak house with red awnings and white walls and the water when it dripped sounded like the screams of hollow children. there are a lot of bleak houses in this neighbourhood. designed to mask their true bleakness, as if a red awning could ever mask such a thing.
tessa
outcast
panorama horizon
dim lit backdrop
silhouetted trees
single entity
pair of eyes
stare.
beautiful nonsense
callous thoughts
past undone
undone
Josh
There is nothing bleak about to today as I set off on a world of adventures. Ta-ta and all that jolly good stuff.
That’s all she could think of to describe her current situation. Although, I suppose anyone else would of felt the same way had they been lying in a gutter filled with their own blood, a dirty syringe sticking out of their arm, and a few cigarette burns decorating her chest. Then again, maybe today was just another day.
“How would you describe it?”
“Bleak”
“You describe everything as bleak though. There’s a lot of bleakness in your descriptions. To you the only thing that isn’t bleak is your descriptions of things that are bleak. There’s a lot of colour and vivid imagery in your descriptions of the bleak”
“I’m a paradox”
Damo
The outlook is bleak, said the astrologer as she drew the map of the constellations as they were at the time of Trina’s birth. But not impossible to overcome.
Bleak, I wish there was something good I could say about the word bleak. unfortunately, it just isnt a very happy, nice, or pleasant word! It’s just so…bleak. Unpleasant and boring!
Julia
I’m thinking of a strikinly cold crisp winter morning. An animal, cat or dog, it doesn’t matter, rubs up against me as I make it to the kitchen for my only addiction.
amanda
the weather outside was bleak. the rain like shaking water through a sieve. the wind brushing past the trees making leaves hit the ground. her emotion was heavily influenced by the weather so her outlook was bleak. putting on her winter coat and warm bootiesshe shuffeled by the door not wanting to go outside. struggling to think of any reason why she shouldnt just go and get back in bed she recieved a text. it said; don’t be scared to live life to its fulliest. she opened the door and took that first step. the weather was still dreery but that light inside her flickered a little brighter than before.
ashleigh - marie stevenson
In the bleak, mid-winter sun, I find myself squinting to relieve my eyes from the burden of the glare…and I’m reminded of all that should have been, could have been, I wish would have been, but was not brave enough to make happen, and it’s staring me in the face…brightly and painfully.
do the best you can with this however bleak the result.
Brendan
How this entry would look with nothing in it.
Rob
So life is what it is. We want to get there. we think we have that something that others do not have. but do we really now? life is just colorless. bleak, thats the word. You cannot hide from the thunder or the fire.
I feel like its an awkward word. It means lacking vegetation and exposed to the elements, though.
She stared out the window as her thoughts were lost in the grey sky. It was growing darker by the second. It was painfully ironic how it matched her mood perfectly. Dark and gloomy.
bleak…. bleach the underwear, or it will get moldy and unedible… wait, eating underwear?!?!?!?!!? WHY WHERE ARE THEESE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO TEACH ME MAGIC!!!??!?!??!?
A faint light came from the top window. A light I can’t reach. It’s so wonderful and I can hardly even see it. I can never get out.
lalala dont want to write again…..
1bleak = barren look emphasizing attentional knowing
The sand under my feet is bleak and grey and saturated with salty water. Sandcastles are reduced to piles of mush all around. The wind is heavy and humid.
For once, it doesn’t seem so dark, love. It’s not as if i’ve been lost without you, but admittedly, i was wandering around in circles anyway. It’s my birthday. Time to walk in a new direction.
the town is bleak, the floor is wet, the air is black, the moon is not up
madame malice is out tonight, and she’s come to kill your children
beware
how about being a 14 year old guy going in to high school with a daughter on the way it definetly held me back but i got through it
The word bleak. it rhymes with peek and sneak.
tasteless and deceiving. I have heard the truth hurts, but put out in such a flat and cold manor, I’d rather live in my own web of lies.
Well, it didn’t look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
When Iawen remembered that there was no formal court-ship; that she could possibly just be a fling… things looked bleak. Really, really bleak. … … …
Well, it wasn’t look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
Bleak. Bleak is boring. It has no interest. It is used for a person with no personality and that is boring. Also used in the weather. It is a bleak day. I hate bleak days. I wish every day was sunny and made me smile. Bleak days put me in a bad mood.
I leaving you, as impossible as it may sound. I will travel as far as it takes and as far as the bleak winds will take me. As far as I can go into the black.
Midwinter was always the grimmest time for my mother. She’d start in on the gin at 11am most days. I would hate work and school and often break up with whichever girl I was with. I hated it, it sucked.
The outlook wasn’t a great one, but he was confident that he would make the best out of the situation. It could be worse, right? He tried to steel his nerves and convince himself of that. I mean it’s not like they were going to torture him by slicing his abdomen open and removing his intestines with iron hooks or anything. What’s that? They are? Bummer.
Things are looking up. No longer do the bleak sheets of winter clothe our streets, but sun and green is poking through, pulverizing the cold and dreary. The Bleak.
The outlook for happiness seemed bleak, but she knew in her heart that all she needed to do was to focus on happiness and it would be hers.
understanding that you are nothing in the universe. A small tiny absent minded speck walking about, stumbling about lol. Writing about words like bleak. your future is bleak because you spend all your time writing about bleak. Bleak is the user of the internet for hours at a time, bleak is the fate of the human race in the face of religion. bleak details us as human beings and we understand that bleak is nothing near to our dreams. bleak.
the world is destitute around me. The buildings are dilapidated. I look around and see no one.
I dont know what bleak is. it sounds like a shady word.
what the bleak is going on who the heck are you? All in my house eating my chicken my green beans and yams.
like a stone corridor till its suddenly alive with the afternoon sun. its white walls painted yellow and orange; a light filled tunnel into something less bleak.
it was a bleak house with red awnings and white walls and the water when it dripped sounded like the screams of hollow children. there are a lot of bleak houses in this neighbourhood. designed to mask their true bleakness, as if a red awning could ever mask such a thing.
outcast
panorama horizon
dim lit backdrop
silhouetted trees
single entity
pair of eyes
stare.
beautiful nonsense
callous thoughts
past undone
undone
There is nothing bleak about to today as I set off on a world of adventures. Ta-ta and all that jolly good stuff.
That’s all she could think of to describe her current situation. Although, I suppose anyone else would of felt the same way had they been lying in a gutter filled with their own blood, a dirty syringe sticking out of their arm, and a few cigarette burns decorating her chest. Then again, maybe today was just another day.
“How would you describe it?”
“Bleak”
“You describe everything as bleak though. There’s a lot of bleakness in your descriptions. To you the only thing that isn’t bleak is your descriptions of things that are bleak. There’s a lot of colour and vivid imagery in your descriptions of the bleak”
“I’m a paradox”
The outlook is bleak, said the astrologer as she drew the map of the constellations as they were at the time of Trina’s birth. But not impossible to overcome.
quack quack, oh no that’s beak…
Bleak, I wish there was something good I could say about the word bleak. unfortunately, it just isnt a very happy, nice, or pleasant word! It’s just so…bleak. Unpleasant and boring!
I’m thinking of a strikinly cold crisp winter morning. An animal, cat or dog, it doesn’t matter, rubs up against me as I make it to the kitchen for my only addiction.
the weather outside was bleak. the rain like shaking water through a sieve. the wind brushing past the trees making leaves hit the ground. her emotion was heavily influenced by the weather so her outlook was bleak. putting on her winter coat and warm bootiesshe shuffeled by the door not wanting to go outside. struggling to think of any reason why she shouldnt just go and get back in bed she recieved a text. it said; don’t be scared to live life to its fulliest. she opened the door and took that first step. the weather was still dreery but that light inside her flickered a little brighter than before.
In the bleak, mid-winter sun, I find myself squinting to relieve my eyes from the burden of the glare…and I’m reminded of all that should have been, could have been, I wish would have been, but was not brave enough to make happen, and it’s staring me in the face…brightly and painfully.
do the best you can with this however bleak the result.
How this entry would look with nothing in it.
So life is what it is. We want to get there. we think we have that something that others do not have. but do we really now? life is just colorless. bleak, thats the word. You cannot hide from the thunder or the fire.