clash of the titans a clash of wills do these shoes clash with this dress? I wish it wasn’t such a clash between what I want from you and what you want to give me. I don’t want to clash
Christine
I don’t like hanging around you because we are different people. Usually I would not feel this way and I think interactions between different people with different personalities are interesting. But you and I cannot agree on anything. And you hurt me. And I can’t take it anymore. We clash. I don’t believe we were ever friends in the first place.
they clashed. the swords struck against each other and glinted in the sun as the sweat fell from their faces and beaded on their skin. they circled the square, sizing each other up, and each growled low and menacingly. there was no more time for peace. it was time for vengeance and redemption and death.
Hannah
She stood under the cascade of steaming water, feeling more comfortable than she had all day. Her muscles slowly unclenched from the strain of arguing and the clashing of stubborn minds. It wasn’t healthy to be angry all the time, the back of her mind screamed. Ignoring all thoughts that ran through her head. Focusing instead of the way that her skin reacted to the water delicously, every part that the water wasn’t spilling over was a mess of shivering goosebumps.
There’s a clash of lightening and a boom of thunder that echoes easily in this empty room. It makes me jump even though I had seen the lightening and prepared myself for the resulting thunder. The rain slapped against the windows, making it nearly impossible for me to see farther than a few feet down the street. My cup of tea was cold now but I still clutched it tightly, needing something to hold on to. The knowledge that I was safe inside didn’t placate my racing heart and the fear that swam through my veins.
emergence from the shell of a mask to bring out and clash with the world
Ben
Head-to-head, hand-to-hand. Be the one to fight back. Because no one else will.
CH
Flash, metal on metal. Grating, clawing, screeching. Sparks, lightning and thunder as the conflict rolls in to distroy.
Enya Mc Namara
The two girls were forever at opposite ends on any subject. Their personalities seemed to clash with one another. If one said white, the other said black. It was hard to believe they were sisters, much less twins.
Sandra Campbell
Is the bringing together of two objects, the feeling of metal on metal, the grating and clawing of a heated argument. The sights of conflict and disturbance in the silent calm the should be the earth.
Enya Mc Namara
“Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Those colors do not match at all. That aside, the prints clash horribly. You’re never supposed to mix them!”
“Thank you,” he replied dryly, feeling around the floor for the key and his phone. “If we don’t die in the battle, remind me to seek your wardrobe sense from now on.”
clash of titans… chaos , which generate creation… the begining and the end of all!
The destruction that generates rebirth…a chance of a new start…
Yara
clasn..i don’t even know what the hell that means. kind of like class minus the other s and with a n. hmmm don’t know. clasn clasn.
lea
what the heck is going on over here?
CLASH
in style
in mood
in everything.
A snapple accident
to spilled milk on a newspaper.
Amanda
The Clash was an eighties band – I heard Rock the Casbah the other day on the way to work = made my day.. its also an idea of fronts – clash of generations, cultures, etc.
Jamie
Of the titans. Greek gods who were creul. God hates man. Life is struggle ending in ultimate defeat and lonely death. Still have time. a
andrew
clash of the titans. this is what happened when i met his mother for the first time. that relationship did not last very long. he was attached to her in a creepy way.
caitlin
We clashed like orange and pink.
But there was something even we couldn’t deny.
It was like a cheesy romance novel.
This existence is so stupid.
We both knew it.
Maybe that was what we had in common.
of the titans is a film about warriors in greek times. They fight monsters and gods and things like that. Its also the name of a band I think. Sounds like cash
hmm
Clash when two things don’t get along like a battle or a fight or something. I haven’t been in a lot of fights lately which is a good things. I’ve been quite happy actually which again is a good thing.
Elena
They clash beautifully, like colors and patterns that don’t circle each other. Square pegs. And yet other times, they clash volcanically, they mutter and scoff, they clash like the earth with the back of a chevy erupting.
every one thought she was just an out of place girl. She clashed with everyone at the school because of her crazy out of style clothing. More like punk rock, even though she goes to a prestigious high up school where everyone is required to wear matching uniforms, she altered hers to have more edge.
MeaghanM
The clash that she heard from behind her scared her practically out of her wits. Spinning, she saw what was before her. Her brother, and her lover colliding. What could she do? She loved them both. “STOP!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. She started screaming. “STOP!”
when friends clash , a breakdown occurs.
when a breakdown in friendship occurs we are alone
when we are alone what is there to prove we were ever here?
because of you i know i have lived
lacey
I heard this clash of lighting. It was pretty loud as it made not only myself, but my dog as well jump about 2 feet in the air.
It was so loud, I had to make sure everything was alright outside….When I got outside I saw…
Stephanie
Not really sure what this thing does. But im sure that if my boss saw me doing something other than work that we’d probably clash. Do I have to write for sixty seconds? or is there a way to get around it?
jenna
my life is a clash, it is everlasting but beautiful. I’m not perfect, neither are you. but at the same time, who is? we are a clash of our parents, their memories, their lives. We can’t help it. You are a clash, I am a clash. They are a clash. And that is that.
joe
Our personalities clashed. Kinda like the way children clash when you strap heavy duty magnets to their chests and set them in front of each other… Kinda like that.
audrey Treib
two people. two different views. the clash of forces. no one knew. they had it all, and all they had, would prove to be. this clash was not bad.
The two tribes were to meet atop the wide expanse of Harding plain, far from both of their villages. The sky shone blue, cloudless. There was no breeze to cool the men in their heavy armor. The spears shone in the blinding sunlight. The men’s faces grim and determined.
Michael
I jumped, the sound hitting me like a ton of bricks, dropping my hot coffee on the cat’s tail who ceased curling on the floor by my desk. I stood up from my office chair thinking I was lucky to be working from home, and went to investigate…
Trace D
Clash.
Between two souls of lovers who thought they could never be together.
Clash.
Between cultures who respect the traditional values of religion to the extent of prejudice and hatred.
Clash.
Between the multiple personalities of the people who make up me.
the clash of the titans, the clash of personalities and the clash of love. we may never get along, hitting headfirst at high speeds, but it is love. and we crash. and the world crashes around us.
Jen
clash i dont remember exactlly waht it means it remainds me of a good friend of mine who said taht clash of the titans never should got a remake.. for him that like makeing the mona lisa painting again.
Lisa
Life is a clash. A clash of style, love, emotions, and everything in between. We clash everyday and everywhere.
Kristina
The end of a friendship or the beginning of a new challenge. Opening every single door, or closing all the broken windows.
C
the sound was a horrendous clash, I saw it all happen in the time it took for my heart to beat, and the world fell around me. My life, my everything. in that moment it all came down in one CLASH
Leann
the way people don’t fit together. When a piece of the puzzle may seem like it should work but doesn’t. When emotion causes disturbances in the way we think of others.
tim
What is the clash about? The feeling of skin on skin- the little death. What we clash with- who we clash with. What colors compliment us? Is it the black of night when our eyes light up, so attuned, so expectant?
Clash
war
violence
anger
broken hearts
broken down
destroied
lost
found
not wanted
lost
clash of the titans a clash of wills do these shoes clash with this dress? I wish it wasn’t such a clash between what I want from you and what you want to give me. I don’t want to clash
I don’t like hanging around you because we are different people. Usually I would not feel this way and I think interactions between different people with different personalities are interesting. But you and I cannot agree on anything. And you hurt me. And I can’t take it anymore. We clash. I don’t believe we were ever friends in the first place.
they clashed. the swords struck against each other and glinted in the sun as the sweat fell from their faces and beaded on their skin. they circled the square, sizing each other up, and each growled low and menacingly. there was no more time for peace. it was time for vengeance and redemption and death.
She stood under the cascade of steaming water, feeling more comfortable than she had all day. Her muscles slowly unclenched from the strain of arguing and the clashing of stubborn minds. It wasn’t healthy to be angry all the time, the back of her mind screamed. Ignoring all thoughts that ran through her head. Focusing instead of the way that her skin reacted to the water delicously, every part that the water wasn’t spilling over was a mess of shivering goosebumps.
There’s a clash of lightening and a boom of thunder that echoes easily in this empty room. It makes me jump even though I had seen the lightening and prepared myself for the resulting thunder. The rain slapped against the windows, making it nearly impossible for me to see farther than a few feet down the street. My cup of tea was cold now but I still clutched it tightly, needing something to hold on to. The knowledge that I was safe inside didn’t placate my racing heart and the fear that swam through my veins.
emergence from the shell of a mask to bring out and clash with the world
Head-to-head, hand-to-hand. Be the one to fight back. Because no one else will.
Flash, metal on metal. Grating, clawing, screeching. Sparks, lightning and thunder as the conflict rolls in to distroy.
The two girls were forever at opposite ends on any subject. Their personalities seemed to clash with one another. If one said white, the other said black. It was hard to believe they were sisters, much less twins.
Is the bringing together of two objects, the feeling of metal on metal, the grating and clawing of a heated argument. The sights of conflict and disturbance in the silent calm the should be the earth.
“Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Those colors do not match at all. That aside, the prints clash horribly. You’re never supposed to mix them!”
“Thank you,” he replied dryly, feeling around the floor for the key and his phone. “If we don’t die in the battle, remind me to seek your wardrobe sense from now on.”
clash of titans… chaos , which generate creation… the begining and the end of all!
The destruction that generates rebirth…a chance of a new start…
clasn..i don’t even know what the hell that means. kind of like class minus the other s and with a n. hmmm don’t know. clasn clasn.
what the heck is going on over here?
CLASH
in style
in mood
in everything.
A snapple accident
to spilled milk on a newspaper.
The Clash was an eighties band – I heard Rock the Casbah the other day on the way to work = made my day.. its also an idea of fronts – clash of generations, cultures, etc.
Of the titans. Greek gods who were creul. God hates man. Life is struggle ending in ultimate defeat and lonely death. Still have time. a
clash of the titans. this is what happened when i met his mother for the first time. that relationship did not last very long. he was attached to her in a creepy way.
We clashed like orange and pink.
But there was something even we couldn’t deny.
It was like a cheesy romance novel.
This existence is so stupid.
We both knew it.
Maybe that was what we had in common.
of the titans is a film about warriors in greek times. They fight monsters and gods and things like that. Its also the name of a band I think. Sounds like cash
Clash when two things don’t get along like a battle or a fight or something. I haven’t been in a lot of fights lately which is a good things. I’ve been quite happy actually which again is a good thing.
They clash beautifully, like colors and patterns that don’t circle each other. Square pegs. And yet other times, they clash volcanically, they mutter and scoff, they clash like the earth with the back of a chevy erupting.
every one thought she was just an out of place girl. She clashed with everyone at the school because of her crazy out of style clothing. More like punk rock, even though she goes to a prestigious high up school where everyone is required to wear matching uniforms, she altered hers to have more edge.
The clash that she heard from behind her scared her practically out of her wits. Spinning, she saw what was before her. Her brother, and her lover colliding. What could she do? She loved them both. “STOP!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. She started screaming. “STOP!”
when friends clash , a breakdown occurs.
when a breakdown in friendship occurs we are alone
when we are alone what is there to prove we were ever here?
because of you i know i have lived
I heard this clash of lighting. It was pretty loud as it made not only myself, but my dog as well jump about 2 feet in the air.
It was so loud, I had to make sure everything was alright outside….When I got outside I saw…
Not really sure what this thing does. But im sure that if my boss saw me doing something other than work that we’d probably clash. Do I have to write for sixty seconds? or is there a way to get around it?
my life is a clash, it is everlasting but beautiful. I’m not perfect, neither are you. but at the same time, who is? we are a clash of our parents, their memories, their lives. We can’t help it. You are a clash, I am a clash. They are a clash. And that is that.
Our personalities clashed. Kinda like the way children clash when you strap heavy duty magnets to their chests and set them in front of each other… Kinda like that.
two people. two different views. the clash of forces. no one knew. they had it all, and all they had, would prove to be. this clash was not bad.
The two tribes were to meet atop the wide expanse of Harding plain, far from both of their villages. The sky shone blue, cloudless. There was no breeze to cool the men in their heavy armor. The spears shone in the blinding sunlight. The men’s faces grim and determined.
I jumped, the sound hitting me like a ton of bricks, dropping my hot coffee on the cat’s tail who ceased curling on the floor by my desk. I stood up from my office chair thinking I was lucky to be working from home, and went to investigate…
Clash.
Between two souls of lovers who thought they could never be together.
Clash.
Between cultures who respect the traditional values of religion to the extent of prejudice and hatred.
Clash.
Between the multiple personalities of the people who make up me.
the clash of the titans, the clash of personalities and the clash of love. we may never get along, hitting headfirst at high speeds, but it is love. and we crash. and the world crashes around us.
clash i dont remember exactlly waht it means it remainds me of a good friend of mine who said taht clash of the titans never should got a remake.. for him that like makeing the mona lisa painting again.
Life is a clash. A clash of style, love, emotions, and everything in between. We clash everyday and everywhere.
The end of a friendship or the beginning of a new challenge. Opening every single door, or closing all the broken windows.
the sound was a horrendous clash, I saw it all happen in the time it took for my heart to beat, and the world fell around me. My life, my everything. in that moment it all came down in one CLASH
the way people don’t fit together. When a piece of the puzzle may seem like it should work but doesn’t. When emotion causes disturbances in the way we think of others.
What is the clash about? The feeling of skin on skin- the little death. What we clash with- who we clash with. What colors compliment us? Is it the black of night when our eyes light up, so attuned, so expectant?