boiling

August 2nd, 2011 | 528 Entries

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528 Entries for “boiling”

  1. The lava was boiling.

    It’s funny, because I never thought that lava boiled. That it could boil other things, sure. But this stuff was bubbling and boiling. Weird.

    Of course that would be what I think of when I see a flow of lava rushing toward me, but there you go.

    Brittany
  2. Blood boiling from the feeling of anger. Hatred consumes you and you feel like steam is coming out of your ears. You’re at your breaking point and you don’t know what to do. You can feel the emotions bubbling up inside you, threatening to overflow. You don’t want to have an extreme reaction, but you aren’t sure if you can subside the feelings that have developed. Maybe it’s best to let them just boil over. Suppressing such emotions may be a bad thing.

    Amy
  3. water.

    mr.troll
  4. The pot of boiling water was over flowing on the stove top, to the point of no return. The child lazily grabbed a dish towel, but it was too late. It seeped in all the cracks and started to smell like something burning. It was a hideous smell along with the sauce that was leftover from last night’s dinner.

    muriel
  5. Ik kook zelden.

  6. The water was boiling hot, the steam ciming off of it in spirals and twisting through the air. It was ll most too hot to be near, and the longer I stood there, the more I felt that I needed to go. But I couldn’t.

    Livelia
  7. hot hot hot! I want some pasta.MMMM pasta! Wooo bowtie pasta is the best! uhhhh idk what to write. my cat is making me boiling mad. GOT THE DAY CRAZIES. (not the night crazies!)

    J
  8. hot water to cook whatever we like, and to do whatever we want. Boiling water is like boiling my emoitions. Stirring up and leaving it to cool off. Boiling water cools down, you know. It leaves you sometimes, somewhat breatless.

    Raoul
  9. Blood boiling, I slammed on the brakes and asked her if that was stopped enough.

    Clara Riedlinger
  10. My boiling point has been reached. Sudden explosions as foam escapes my steamy mouth. I rock and sway, rolling white peaks covering my lips and surface. I am overwhelmed with heat.

  11. I saw them together and my anger overflowed like a pot of boiling water. How could she do this to me? She knows how I feel. Did I really mean nothing to her? Of course I didn’t. I was just a scrap of paper on the sidewalk, just another tool she could use. I’ve never felt so angry before. Is this the way love really feels? If it is, then screw it.

    John
  12. It begins.
    Simply water. Until we talk.
    Insult me?
    I insult you back.
    It’s heated.
    Back and forth, and we’re simmering.
    And finally, the boiling point.
    The anger is over flowing.
    Boiling. Angry. Flooded with emotions.
    Burning me. You burned me.
    What happened to the water. It’s now a monster.

  13. I quickly noticed that the soup was boiling over. “Ah, it’s-” I began, but my host quickly noticed and turned her attention to the stovetop.
    “It’s ready!” she exclaimed. “I know it’s a little early for you to be eating, but if you’re interested..?”

  14. A boiling pot of water on the stove top. Mother puts in pasta for tonight’s dinner. We have family coming back from their 3 month trip to China. I’m really only excited to see them because of all their presents they’re sure to bring. Uncle never fails to find the perfect gift.

  15. a watched pot never boils. salt. boiling noodles. cooking. I’m so mad, i’m just boiling. white hot rage coing p inside me till I want to scream. My head is exploding.

    erin and mom
  16. I could feel my tears brimming over, my blood boiling, the lump in the back of my throat. The one you get when you hold in tears. I could feel the anger, the pain, the loss, rushing in on me. I could feel myself losing it, hearing your voice, driving me crazy, knowing that it wasn’t talking to me. That it wouldn’t talk to me for awhile.

  17. hot water on the stove really really hot outside muggy hot temperature pot heat flame sweat sweat on brow working hard toiling under the sun intense heat bad hot burning

    Emily
  18. eggs, hot water, heat, bath, bubbles, troubles, songs, sleeping chickens, gravy, mashed potatoes, squash, fever, mercury thermometer, witches, beer,

    Kate
  19. There comes a point when it all comes to a boiling, as they say. Similar to coming to an edge. We all have those points though some of us, myself certainly included, prefer not to admit it. Everyone has those days. Some are just worse than others. And today just happens to be one of those days- where things come to a boiling and you just kind of plop off the edge.

  20. The water was boiling. This was because the soup water was ready to be used.

    We are making chicken noodle tonight. I don’t like chicken noodle soup. The noodles are always too slimy and the chicken too stringy. At least it’s not Campbell’s. Theirs is even worse.

    My favorite soup is actually gnocchi from Olive Garden.

    Katie
  21. Boil filter water in preparation for black tea. Contrary to popular belief, using boiling water to brew tea is wrong. Let the water cool for a few seconds before pouring over the leaves. The cooler water will extract a smoother sweeter brew.

    Tiffany Williams
  22. then she went to the stove to begin boiling a pot of tea. t had been a long day, a warm cup of tea would do just the trick. Just as the pot began boiling the doorbell rang. As she opened the door the pot began to boil over.

    Aquilla
  23. Boiling? Boiling water is what comes to my mind first off. I usually have boiling water whenever I cook one of my favorite meals, ramen noodles. Boiling also comes to mind when I get really irritated. Usually when that occurs is when my boyfriend makes me very mad. A seven letter word, meaning various things to many people. Boiling could refer to water or many more things.

    Pai
  24. very hot.. bubbles.. the bottom right before it starts looks so cool..like little mountins :) great for eggs and pasta and such. and tea.

    if i were to be a little tiny invincible mermaid, i would swim around in a huge pot of boiling water, just playing with the bubbles. :)

    Cassi Lamb
  25. Pre menopause….. Boiling from my neck to my butt. It is not even a slow boil. It just appears, dripping sweat.

  26. I’m boiling mad. Where does this come from. Anger inside, agitated inside the pan of our bodies. Yesterdays stirring up forgotten memories. Boiling and then drifting into the air…as it should be…until its gone.

  27. Boiling can mean anything, boiling water. Boiling kettle. Boiling, in general. It’s boiling outside. It basically means something warm, very high in heat. I like it to be boiling, it’s the best. Especially when it’s outisde and there is sun radiating everywhere.

    Louise Boyce
  28. I wake up every morning angry. Boiling over with hate. I hate all of you. Every single one of you. I resent you and want nothing more than to be far away from you. I hate all of you, I’m tired of hating you and being around you. I want my own life, I want to be who I am. I want to go somewhere and do something with out you being there or hovering over me. My anxiety is because of you. End of story. I can’t wait til I graduate college and you learn that I’m gay and I have a fantastic girlfriend. I’m so ready to break free of you people I call family.

    Abbey
  29. I’m aching in this pot. Someone slowly heated while I was resting, and now I’m roasting. My heart is burning for you, and I didn’t even notice until it was too late. I can’t reach the dial. Won’t you help me out of here? Give me your hand, your heart, something.

    Jon
  30. There was really nothing in the refrigerator except for eggs. Feeling lazy, I figured boiling them would be the easiest. They are still in the pot on the stove, I am waiting for them to cool down. It’s really a depressing dinner.

    baxteriob
  31. Hot fire made the bubbles in the water rise to the surface. The steam rose to curl like a vine across the ceiling of the cold, warmth-less kitchen. Alone, the tea kettle continued to whistle.

    Marisa
  32. boiling hot water, scalding my skin. is this punishment for who i am, for what i’ve been? why do i torture myself like this. i am not perfect, i do not fit in. this is my life, my soul is crying for release, so i try to put out this fire underneath.

    Jenna Montalbano
  33. And with that, my stunning brunette date had reached her limit. I barely knew her at this stage but I could plainly discern molten lava seething inside her. Her pupils grew dark and her eyelids widened as she whispered to me. I heard her words and weathered the impulse to wince. Slowly, without a change in expression, she pushed her chair back with her legs and stood up perfectly straight. Then she turned mechanically toward the waiter. With a sudden strike she launched her tiny fist at his jaw and knocked him to the floor. The cafe patrons surged with bewilderment. A circus was born.
    I am proud to inform you darling, that this madwoman became my wife and your mother. So that’s where you get it from. You can ask her if you don’t believe me. Now off to bed!

    Dave
  34. The boiling water bubbled over the top of the pot and the hot kitchen’s many spices seeped into my nose, not to mention my skin. Being in Mama’s kitchen, I felt blessed to see the inner workings of the magic behind this Michelin-famed resturant. Sauces of the gods simmered in small pans and the rich smell of creamy soups were almost too tantalising to bear. The meat roasting in the oven had the most peculiar, yet heavenly, blend of herbs encrusting it, and the wafting scent that escaped the oven doors told me the meal I was going to have would change my life. But I think my life was changed much before the moment I entered into this kitchen. The only reason I was there rested upon the fact that for once in my life, I took a leap of faith, into the vast unknown instead of staying in my comfortable box of complacency.

    Angelina
  35. this is so strange to think that i can spend 60 seconds writing about something “boiling”. it is quite difficult to decide what connotation to use the word in… she was boiling with anger? to the brim? why? but then I did only have 60 seconds and I’m not the most creative mind in the world. huh? this seems to be more of a collection of inner turmoil associated with the stress of writing under such a time crunch. in the beginning i stared at the word unsure of what to do with myself. what the hell? am i supposed to have a brain blast or something? see the world more clearly because obviously “boiling” completely and totally epitomized my view. haha.

    Zoe
  36. If it were to rain, I’m sure the drops would have come to a boil before hitting the sun parched sidewalk. The heatwave that had hit New Haven City was unyeilding. It hadn’t rained in weeks. The sun was boiling the sky. The air bubbled in waves. Vendors hid in the shade of tall buildings and the rich stayed in their air-conditioned home. No one went outside.

  37. Sitting here, indoors, I feel like I’m about to have a sun stroke. I can’t think, can barely move for fear of falling faint. Thoughts of our last conversation swirling around in my mind. I get up for water and realise as I fall to the ground that the only thing boiling in this freezing room is my heart that’s sunk into my stomach.

  38. The boiling water overfilled the pot. I cursed loudly as my hand was burning, trying to bring the pot towards the sink. The pan clatters to the ground, scaring the dog. I curse again, grabbing for the pot. It was still burning as I completely forgot the temperature. I yelled, cursing towards the ceiling as I held my hands between my legs.

    Annie
  39. once upon a time there was a pot of boiling water. it boiled over and we were all sad, like the pot was actually all of our childhood dreams spilled onto the burners. it scalded our hands, our dreams, but we covered the blisters with bandaids and we were alright.

    nark
  40. I was trying to form my mouthguard and because i realized the pot was boiling except i couldnt get it out and when i tried to reach in quickly i boiled my hand. I screamed and yanked my hand out of the pot in serious pain.

    kev