*Swwwipe*
The card flew threw yet another register, after another shopping trip. It was getting bad. Every time she had a bad day, or was feeling down, it was another swipe. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself! Why couldn’t she just eat some ice cream like any normal upset person?
i was in my room so pissed off. He was yelling at her because she wouldn’t let him yell at me. He charged out of the room full with fury to hit me yell at me, god knows what he wanted to accomplish. she got in his way right outside my bedroom door and i swear to god i saw murder in someones eyes for the first time in my life, it was then that I experienced pure rage for the first time in my life and the words hid as I opened my mouth to scream.
Christina
i am in charge of this entire universe.. not. but i wish. because charging is good. maybe. i don’t know about that. and don’t forget the charge in your most favorite spot.
jedilost
I was charging down the hill like some crazy animal at his prey that fucking ice cream truck wont get away. I will have my sunday with sprinkles on top
money, war, bulls, CHARGEE! hehehehehehe im so damn random noww. charge charge chargee….. huh…..PHONES! LIKE A PHONE CHARGER!!!! hahahahahaha awesomeeeee! ugh the minute is lasting to long! END DAMMIT END! UGHHH!!!!!!!! FINALLY!! DAMN!
Cassie
quickly, now, we must charge while they don’t notice us. we can take the fort if we go right now!
I like to charge my batteries, that’s funny cus’ I never can find batteries, and I usually only need batteries for old stuff that i want to bring out just for a play in THAT moment…. But yeah they annoy me. Too many different types too…
Hannah
In charge. It’s a feeling I’ve come to want to have lately. Between friend arguments all the way to parent arguments, for once I’d like to be known as not the “little girl” or anything else like that. I just want to be known as me. Simple as that.
charging ahead to find the answer to life- not forty-two, nothing so simple as that- the meaning to why we’re here; or, forgoing anything about the human race as a whole- why I’M here. Why I’m here and she’s not; why I’m here and not there. My responsibility to find why I’m here, and how I can make things better for myself, my family, for her; I’m crazy about her. But I hate being alone. I need someone in my life, someone who I can be close to. I need that. I hope she doesn’t mind.
rocky
i don’t think i have the strength to take charge of anything. i want to be this amazing person, but i tip toe to where i need to be, rather than charge through the doors. i don’t like war, but only having peace can be scary. i’m stuck.
Megan
charge in
barge in
run out
id run after you
but im too busy running away
its the only place ive ever run to
i know some day ill be a runaway bride
because right now im just a runaway
roya
I imagine a bull coming full speed towards me, just like in the movies. I whip the red cape aside as it goes sprinting past me, the dirt rustling up from the ground.
Aspen
Wow, it’s harder to write about a word in sixty seconds than I thought. Well I have to write about charge, so here goes: Charge is a command that soldiers are given. Charge is something you take over something… Charge is the word I didn’t finish writing about in these sixty seconds.
John
I feel so weak, I need something to recharge my body.
The charge surged through her. It was like a red rag to a bull. She couldn’t decide whether to run or hide or face the music. She looked liek a china vase which would fall into a thousand pieces.
Carolina
Really, no charge. I insist. Please, there’s no charge, not this time. It’s my pleasure. Honestly.
Jay Taylor
He charged forward, leading them on. if he hadn’t they would have been slaughtered…massacred.
He was so brave, it was sad to see him die. But at least he died like a hero..
Anna
Take on, The down fall of the American Dream. What I must do with all of my technology.
We charged at full force. Us screaming and yelling into the horizon into the setting sun. Why? Because we were mad and crazy and because we didn’t know how to express this, everything we felt. We were bursting with something and the only way to heal this, to feel like we could do anything was to charge.
maya
Take a jump. Get ready. Volt yourself. Jolt yourself. Create. Recreate. Enter a totally different universe. FLow into the deep concepts of your imagination to rejuvinate your soul. Initiate. Assemble. Follow through. Charge.
Kayla
I advance. Writing on. Working up the idea and the scene and the characters. Increasing the momentum. The scene and characters come alive and live on their own. Pressing ahead, I charge.
charge…the way of accusing or presuming. electrocution. when i hear this word all i think about it either the time from trial to death…or my phones dead battery…in the end all i associate this word with is death
Spencer Lynch
there was a lightning charge from the staff of the sorceress. she was deadly. I couldn’t keep steady the infant in my hand. i knew this would be the end for me and if she got hold of the child, i don’t want to think about it i can use the last of the vile to send her away
shaina
They’re coming out with these new cars that you have to charge. What happened to gasoline. Oh ya, we’re running out. People keep coming out with new stuff that is supposed to help the ecosystem, but I don’t see how that’s helping since the electricity comes from coal.
“Charge ahead!” she screamed. Her hair flowed behind her from underneath her helmet, parts getting caught in the chain mail of her armor. Her chestnut horse panted with each breath of her heart as she urged him on, knowing this would be her one moment.
She took cahrge, finally. She’d never felt such a rush of adrenaline as she had called to her men. The boarders had flung their planks between the gap of the two ships and were rushing over, guns blazing and swords drawn.
“Ready men? let’s give ’em hell!” those were the last words ever spoken by Lady Catherine of the Jolly Roger.
Falen
Like the Light Brigade. Men falling. A worthy effort that wasted lives. But resulted in a great poem.
Isobel Durrant
I hate it when my camera batteries run out of charge, especially in the middle of s shoot. Even worse is when I don’t have any back ups, so I have to wait at least 2 hours before I can finish. A battery that never died would be perfect, however, they don;t make those, and I doubt they’ll be making one soon.
I already di this one. I like Chargers, too bad they suck : / San diego babay I'[m gonna be the there again some day :) Lap top batteries cot a life and a soul. Um Charge!!!!!!! My money’s on horse #6.
electricity the magic between to people. a statement heated argument. a feeling that will go away in time but right now is more surging than anything else. magic pain real imagined. the end the beginning what we all have in us.
Kristy Lannan
i can take charge of my life again. it doesn’t matter that I have let my life overtake me for so long… I can change. Taking charge will set things right again…
cyndiellart
Charging ahead, working on an applet to help me write, all the while conveniently avoiding the act of writing itself. Funny how that works.
Charge!!!!
Horses are charging
Charge!!! At a baseball game
Um
Forward charge!!!!!
Yes it’s actually forward march but it’s charge in MY world :)
Now your probally freaked out by what inlast said
…
Egk1
charge at full force towards your dreams, if you don’t run at full force, Your Never Gonna Fulfill The Dream.
Andie
Charging something is as limited as how many plugs are located in your house, and as unlimited as the people of the world charging a revolution or charging a criminal. To charge something is to rev the life back into something that’s lost it’s positivity.
a soldier ready to battle. but hesitant to fight. though charge he will. or an credit billing statement. awts..
*Swwwipe*
The card flew threw yet another register, after another shopping trip. It was getting bad. Every time she had a bad day, or was feeling down, it was another swipe. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself! Why couldn’t she just eat some ice cream like any normal upset person?
i was in my room so pissed off. He was yelling at her because she wouldn’t let him yell at me. He charged out of the room full with fury to hit me yell at me, god knows what he wanted to accomplish. she got in his way right outside my bedroom door and i swear to god i saw murder in someones eyes for the first time in my life, it was then that I experienced pure rage for the first time in my life and the words hid as I opened my mouth to scream.
i am in charge of this entire universe.. not. but i wish. because charging is good. maybe. i don’t know about that. and don’t forget the charge in your most favorite spot.
I was charging down the hill like some crazy animal at his prey that fucking ice cream truck wont get away. I will have my sunday with sprinkles on top
charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge charge
money, war, bulls, CHARGEE! hehehehehehe im so damn random noww. charge charge chargee….. huh…..PHONES! LIKE A PHONE CHARGER!!!! hahahahahaha awesomeeeee! ugh the minute is lasting to long! END DAMMIT END! UGHHH!!!!!!!! FINALLY!! DAMN!
quickly, now, we must charge while they don’t notice us. we can take the fort if we go right now!
I like to charge my batteries, that’s funny cus’ I never can find batteries, and I usually only need batteries for old stuff that i want to bring out just for a play in THAT moment…. But yeah they annoy me. Too many different types too…
In charge. It’s a feeling I’ve come to want to have lately. Between friend arguments all the way to parent arguments, for once I’d like to be known as not the “little girl” or anything else like that. I just want to be known as me. Simple as that.
charging ahead to find the answer to life- not forty-two, nothing so simple as that- the meaning to why we’re here; or, forgoing anything about the human race as a whole- why I’M here. Why I’m here and she’s not; why I’m here and not there. My responsibility to find why I’m here, and how I can make things better for myself, my family, for her; I’m crazy about her. But I hate being alone. I need someone in my life, someone who I can be close to. I need that. I hope she doesn’t mind.
i don’t think i have the strength to take charge of anything. i want to be this amazing person, but i tip toe to where i need to be, rather than charge through the doors. i don’t like war, but only having peace can be scary. i’m stuck.
charge in
barge in
run out
id run after you
but im too busy running away
its the only place ive ever run to
i know some day ill be a runaway bride
because right now im just a runaway
I imagine a bull coming full speed towards me, just like in the movies. I whip the red cape aside as it goes sprinting past me, the dirt rustling up from the ground.
Wow, it’s harder to write about a word in sixty seconds than I thought. Well I have to write about charge, so here goes: Charge is a command that soldiers are given. Charge is something you take over something… Charge is the word I didn’t finish writing about in these sixty seconds.
I feel so weak, I need something to recharge my body.
The charge surged through her. It was like a red rag to a bull. She couldn’t decide whether to run or hide or face the music. She looked liek a china vase which would fall into a thousand pieces.
Really, no charge. I insist. Please, there’s no charge, not this time. It’s my pleasure. Honestly.
He charged forward, leading them on. if he hadn’t they would have been slaughtered…massacred.
He was so brave, it was sad to see him die. But at least he died like a hero..
Take on, The down fall of the American Dream. What I must do with all of my technology.
We charged at full force. Us screaming and yelling into the horizon into the setting sun. Why? Because we were mad and crazy and because we didn’t know how to express this, everything we felt. We were bursting with something and the only way to heal this, to feel like we could do anything was to charge.
Take a jump. Get ready. Volt yourself. Jolt yourself. Create. Recreate. Enter a totally different universe. FLow into the deep concepts of your imagination to rejuvinate your soul. Initiate. Assemble. Follow through. Charge.
I advance. Writing on. Working up the idea and the scene and the characters. Increasing the momentum. The scene and characters come alive and live on their own. Pressing ahead, I charge.
charge…the way of accusing or presuming. electrocution. when i hear this word all i think about it either the time from trial to death…or my phones dead battery…in the end all i associate this word with is death
there was a lightning charge from the staff of the sorceress. she was deadly. I couldn’t keep steady the infant in my hand. i knew this would be the end for me and if she got hold of the child, i don’t want to think about it i can use the last of the vile to send her away
They’re coming out with these new cars that you have to charge. What happened to gasoline. Oh ya, we’re running out. People keep coming out with new stuff that is supposed to help the ecosystem, but I don’t see how that’s helping since the electricity comes from coal.
charge card, baton charge, electric charge, over charge, recharge!
“Charge ahead!” she screamed. Her hair flowed behind her from underneath her helmet, parts getting caught in the chain mail of her armor. Her chestnut horse panted with each breath of her heart as she urged him on, knowing this would be her one moment.
She took cahrge, finally. She’d never felt such a rush of adrenaline as she had called to her men. The boarders had flung their planks between the gap of the two ships and were rushing over, guns blazing and swords drawn.
“Ready men? let’s give ’em hell!” those were the last words ever spoken by Lady Catherine of the Jolly Roger.
Like the Light Brigade. Men falling. A worthy effort that wasted lives. But resulted in a great poem.
I hate it when my camera batteries run out of charge, especially in the middle of s shoot. Even worse is when I don’t have any back ups, so I have to wait at least 2 hours before I can finish. A battery that never died would be perfect, however, they don;t make those, and I doubt they’ll be making one soon.
charge is what the people need in their lifes. charge is the word that we scream in the games of hockey. charge is what is life. charge is me.
Being in charge? I like that. Unfortunately the fast, dynamic part of my brain is broken. But yeah, charge and stuff. Fun.
I already di this one. I like Chargers, too bad they suck : / San diego babay I'[m gonna be the there again some day :) Lap top batteries cot a life and a soul. Um Charge!!!!!!! My money’s on horse #6.
electricity the magic between to people. a statement heated argument. a feeling that will go away in time but right now is more surging than anything else. magic pain real imagined. the end the beginning what we all have in us.
i can take charge of my life again. it doesn’t matter that I have let my life overtake me for so long… I can change. Taking charge will set things right again…
Charging ahead, working on an applet to help me write, all the while conveniently avoiding the act of writing itself. Funny how that works.
Charge!!!!
Horses are charging
Charge!!! At a baseball game
Um
Forward charge!!!!!
Yes it’s actually forward march but it’s charge in MY world :)
Now your probally freaked out by what inlast said
…
charge at full force towards your dreams, if you don’t run at full force, Your Never Gonna Fulfill The Dream.
Charging something is as limited as how many plugs are located in your house, and as unlimited as the people of the world charging a revolution or charging a criminal. To charge something is to rev the life back into something that’s lost it’s positivity.