Rainy. Sad day. Deppression. Horrible. Not happy. Sadness summertime saddnes
Pilar
One day a man calles cloudness start to run because some stillers were runing at him, so he found a gun and shoot to them so he walk to his house happily
Aza
the sky can be cloudness. It can change all the time. When? All around the year. Why? Because of the temperature, time, etc.
I was playing rugby when the sky was cloudlness then when the match finished, i try to see the sky again but it was with a lot of clouds so i told to myself please help me! that i dont want more clouds while i played rugby. some minutes later i saw the sky again and it was cloudlness again
lautaro
One day a was in a camp wih my boyfriend. The sky was cloudless and the birds sing. Was in summer and was the best day in my life
Valentina Muguelar
One afternoon I was playing football outside with my friends, the sky was cloudless and the day was beautiful, we had a great time.
Tomas Paladino
When I was que ith my boyfriend I was looking the cloudless and I we looking the cloudless.
Marty
it was 1916, alovely day here in paris I saw the blue sky that was calling me. My name was Steven and I am from germany but I ws in Paris i deceide to go to the sky I get on climbing it was realy blue . I deceide to stay the and I continues living there I saw you you and you i SAW EVERYBODY.THE DREAM OF EVERYONE.
Delfina Urquizu
One morning there was a girl with a boy in a park having a picnic when the sky become cloudless their morning was becoming a disaster . They thought it was going to be a nice day.
Pilar
The sky was bare and cloudless, the ground baron. Everywhere she looked there was nothing. Where had she come from how did she get to this place. She thought back in her mind to waking up on the ground here in the baron place. She thought further back to the last memory she had. She was walking down fifth avenue in New York. It was a beautiful day with large puffy clouds over head and the tall buildings were blocking the sun and there was sound coming from every direction. The taxis, the people talking or laughing, the dogs barking, the police sirens and the general shuffle of the hustle of the street were there and then suddenly gone. Now there was nothing but this silence, a silence in everything. She felt as though she had been dropped into a vacuum,which had sucked everything away, but the dirt under her feet and the sky above. Even the light she thought. She looked around everywhere the sky was bright and the light was all around her, but there was not sun in this sky. This could not be a real place. If it were she would be able to see the sun in the sky. This had to be an artificial made room but where and why she wondered.
My thoughts on this big day were like a summer sky, cloudless. I knew that today was the day that I would have to go through with what I was born to do. I have to assassinate the King of the Elves to bring back courage to my people.
Imagine waking up to a cloudless sky. With nothing between you and the rest of the universe. Nothing stopping you from living the life you want to live.
laurelizabeth87
the sky was never cloudless again. there was no blue—-no oranges, pinks, or yellows. just white fluff—crowded together, smothering the beauty that is sunset. the cloudiness perfectly matching feelings or uncertainty–doom—dread
Cloudless Jane Turner was a woman of ill repute. She was sought after by every gentleman who only acted like a gentleman but was really a man of strong urge. She was liked by many but for the wrong reasons.
Jim Ranger
as she sits,
she realizes that the sky is clear,
and her life is anything but,
her head is spinning and tears are falling.
Hannah
Mirrored sky of molten lead,
Amber eyes of ashen face staring-
Cloudless clandestine being-
Your grace is unmatched…
Brendan Stoneham
cloudless skies do not make the prettiest sunsets, nor do foggy cloudy days. When the sky is vast and the clouds are there, but not necessarily in abundance then the sky is painted with a vast array of colors.
we toiled. that is an old word that we began to understand as we baked under the cloudless sky. every pore emitted our sweat. we were soaked just getting out of the van – and were spent by the time they gave us our tools -me a rake, jessica a shovel, the rest, well who cared about them…
Alles ist klar-
nichts ist verdeckt.
Der Weg vor dir
alles ist wolkenlos.
Nichts das dich anregt
nichts das dich inspiriert
Der Weg so weit weg.
Alles ist wolkenlos
Anuri
I stare up at the cloudless sky and grin. Today was the day he’d come back, he swore it. I didn’t know what time or anything like that, but he was coming for me. And we’d be together…forever.
AJ Kenobi
The cloudless sky was begin to darken, and Amelia shivered. It was a sign of the times, a bad omen. Whether it would directly affect her or not, something horrifying was about to hit their city, she could feel it—and nothing could be done about it.
Blue Iris
it was a simple quite day the pale blue sky was cloudless and it seemed this day could never end. ‘oh how wonderfull?’ i thought. ‘just perfect’
Margaret
The cloudless sky was begin to darken, and Amelia shivered. It was a sign of the times a bad omen. Whether it would directly affect her or not, something horrifying was about to hit their city—and nothing could be done about it.
AJ Kenobi
Tais looked up to the sky, it was endlessly blue, not a cloud was in sight. She sighed, wishing more days could be like this. Peaceful yet full.
Eden
The cloudless sky should have been a joy. The rain had been relentless of late, but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it. I knew what was coming
The cloudless sky should have cheered me. After so much rain I should have been relieved beyond measure, but I wasn’t. It scared me, I knew what was coming.
laurajane
Cracks forming overhead. That’s what the blue reminds me of. Not because it’s cloudless now- it is, but that hardly matters- but because I know that there will be a storm later. I don’t want to think about it, but how can I not? I can see it moving in, even when there’s not a cloud in the sky. I can feel it coming.
Excruciata
The day was warm and the sky above was cloudless. Something was about to happen I thought, however, it was a small reminder of the beauty of God’s creation.
The sun was just beginning to dip beyond the horizon, painting a pinkish evening glow over the cloudless sky. The moon peered up from the East, ready to take its place as illuminator for the Earth.
Iknowitsucks
In our island of clouds i am floating
his hands caress me, his love is coating
our desire has no bound
we don’t have to make a sound
for our words are never easily found
In a cloudless sky the picture darkened. As inevitably it must do. For what is a turn, or axis, or rotation, if there are no shades to distinguish night from day. Water is optional, but time is not. Fundamental laws that cannot be broken, perhaps some day bent, but always constant. Till the heat death of the universe. And maybe it all recycles over and over again. What are mysteries if not esoteric objects with meanings that will never be fully translatable. Pieced together in the context of story. But stories end as they must do. No matter how never ending we imagine them, perhaps there is a cold dark place from which nothing is ever resurrected. Forever lost to time.
my mind has never been entirely cloudless until this point. i look to his eyes and no word is there on my tongue. i feel peace? and a safety? his shoulders protect me
The fog had cleared and my eyes began to accept what was instead of what was supposed to be.
My future was a head of me, why had I been so blind to reality?
Dylan Farrell
The clouds were so thick and heavy that they filled the sky so full it seemed there were none at all; just an endless, cloudless sea of smoky gray heaven, stretching as far as the eye could see.
A cloudless day does not mean there won’t be storms later. They are the storms that do not require rain, lightning, or thunder. All they need is a hot temper, a colder cup of temptation, and something blunt or sharp gripped in a dominant hand.
Storms become hurricanes even without wind. It is when the blood begins to pour. It is when the people begin to scream. It is when the creator and destroyer fall to their knees together, staring at the dampened blades and fingers, wondering what they’ve really done.
Belinda Roddie
Jongin stares up at the cloudless skies as he skips through the meadows in is hometown. Kyungsoo tries to catch up to him but he keeps triping in the tall grass because of his rather short legs.
Rainy. Sad day. Deppression. Horrible. Not happy. Sadness summertime saddnes
One day a man calles cloudness start to run because some stillers were runing at him, so he found a gun and shoot to them so he walk to his house happily
the sky can be cloudness. It can change all the time. When? All around the year. Why? Because of the temperature, time, etc.
I was playing rugby when the sky was cloudlness then when the match finished, i try to see the sky again but it was with a lot of clouds so i told to myself please help me! that i dont want more clouds while i played rugby. some minutes later i saw the sky again and it was cloudlness again
One day a was in a camp wih my boyfriend. The sky was cloudless and the birds sing. Was in summer and was the best day in my life
One afternoon I was playing football outside with my friends, the sky was cloudless and the day was beautiful, we had a great time.
When I was que ith my boyfriend I was looking the cloudless and I we looking the cloudless.
it was 1916, alovely day here in paris I saw the blue sky that was calling me. My name was Steven and I am from germany but I ws in Paris i deceide to go to the sky I get on climbing it was realy blue . I deceide to stay the and I continues living there I saw you you and you i SAW EVERYBODY.THE DREAM OF EVERYONE.
One morning there was a girl with a boy in a park having a picnic when the sky become cloudless their morning was becoming a disaster . They thought it was going to be a nice day.
The sky was bare and cloudless, the ground baron. Everywhere she looked there was nothing. Where had she come from how did she get to this place. She thought back in her mind to waking up on the ground here in the baron place. She thought further back to the last memory she had. She was walking down fifth avenue in New York. It was a beautiful day with large puffy clouds over head and the tall buildings were blocking the sun and there was sound coming from every direction. The taxis, the people talking or laughing, the dogs barking, the police sirens and the general shuffle of the hustle of the street were there and then suddenly gone. Now there was nothing but this silence, a silence in everything. She felt as though she had been dropped into a vacuum,which had sucked everything away, but the dirt under her feet and the sky above. Even the light she thought. She looked around everywhere the sky was bright and the light was all around her, but there was not sun in this sky. This could not be a real place. If it were she would be able to see the sun in the sky. This had to be an artificial made room but where and why she wondered.
you came and went like rain falling from a cloudless sky
My thoughts on this big day were like a summer sky, cloudless. I knew that today was the day that I would have to go through with what I was born to do. I have to assassinate the King of the Elves to bring back courage to my people.
Imagine waking up to a cloudless sky. With nothing between you and the rest of the universe. Nothing stopping you from living the life you want to live.
the sky was never cloudless again. there was no blue—-no oranges, pinks, or yellows. just white fluff—crowded together, smothering the beauty that is sunset. the cloudiness perfectly matching feelings or uncertainty–doom—dread
Cloudless Jane Turner was a woman of ill repute. She was sought after by every gentleman who only acted like a gentleman but was really a man of strong urge. She was liked by many but for the wrong reasons.
as she sits,
she realizes that the sky is clear,
and her life is anything but,
her head is spinning and tears are falling.
Mirrored sky of molten lead,
Amber eyes of ashen face staring-
Cloudless clandestine being-
Your grace is unmatched…
cloudless skies do not make the prettiest sunsets, nor do foggy cloudy days. When the sky is vast and the clouds are there, but not necessarily in abundance then the sky is painted with a vast array of colors.
we toiled. that is an old word that we began to understand as we baked under the cloudless sky. every pore emitted our sweat. we were soaked just getting out of the van – and were spent by the time they gave us our tools -me a rake, jessica a shovel, the rest, well who cared about them…
it was a beautiful day; the pale blue sky was cloudless, it seemed this day could never end. ‘oh, how wonderful?’ i marveled. ‘just perfect.’
Alles ist klar-
nichts ist verdeckt.
Der Weg vor dir
alles ist wolkenlos.
Nichts das dich anregt
nichts das dich inspiriert
Der Weg so weit weg.
Alles ist wolkenlos
I stare up at the cloudless sky and grin. Today was the day he’d come back, he swore it. I didn’t know what time or anything like that, but he was coming for me. And we’d be together…forever.
The cloudless sky was begin to darken, and Amelia shivered. It was a sign of the times, a bad omen. Whether it would directly affect her or not, something horrifying was about to hit their city, she could feel it—and nothing could be done about it.
it was a simple quite day the pale blue sky was cloudless and it seemed this day could never end. ‘oh how wonderfull?’ i thought. ‘just perfect’
The cloudless sky was begin to darken, and Amelia shivered. It was a sign of the times a bad omen. Whether it would directly affect her or not, something horrifying was about to hit their city—and nothing could be done about it.
Tais looked up to the sky, it was endlessly blue, not a cloud was in sight. She sighed, wishing more days could be like this. Peaceful yet full.
The cloudless sky should have been a joy. The rain had been relentless of late, but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it. I knew what was coming
The cloudless sky should have cheered me. After so much rain I should have been relieved beyond measure, but I wasn’t. It scared me, I knew what was coming.
Cracks forming overhead. That’s what the blue reminds me of. Not because it’s cloudless now- it is, but that hardly matters- but because I know that there will be a storm later. I don’t want to think about it, but how can I not? I can see it moving in, even when there’s not a cloud in the sky. I can feel it coming.
The day was warm and the sky above was cloudless. Something was about to happen I thought, however, it was a small reminder of the beauty of God’s creation.
Although it wasn’t very warm up in the mountains the cloudless sky was simply beautiful.
nothing
The sun was just beginning to dip beyond the horizon, painting a pinkish evening glow over the cloudless sky. The moon peered up from the East, ready to take its place as illuminator for the Earth.
In our island of clouds i am floating
his hands caress me, his love is coating
our desire has no bound
we don’t have to make a sound
for our words are never easily found
The skies were cloudless but it was a pretty day. The moon was bright and illuminating. I didn’t really want to go back in after seeing such beauty.
In a cloudless sky the picture darkened. As inevitably it must do. For what is a turn, or axis, or rotation, if there are no shades to distinguish night from day. Water is optional, but time is not. Fundamental laws that cannot be broken, perhaps some day bent, but always constant. Till the heat death of the universe. And maybe it all recycles over and over again. What are mysteries if not esoteric objects with meanings that will never be fully translatable. Pieced together in the context of story. But stories end as they must do. No matter how never ending we imagine them, perhaps there is a cold dark place from which nothing is ever resurrected. Forever lost to time.
my mind has never been entirely cloudless until this point. i look to his eyes and no word is there on my tongue. i feel peace? and a safety? his shoulders protect me
The fog had cleared and my eyes began to accept what was instead of what was supposed to be.
My future was a head of me, why had I been so blind to reality?
The clouds were so thick and heavy that they filled the sky so full it seemed there were none at all; just an endless, cloudless sea of smoky gray heaven, stretching as far as the eye could see.
A cloudless day does not mean there won’t be storms later. They are the storms that do not require rain, lightning, or thunder. All they need is a hot temper, a colder cup of temptation, and something blunt or sharp gripped in a dominant hand.
Storms become hurricanes even without wind. It is when the blood begins to pour. It is when the people begin to scream. It is when the creator and destroyer fall to their knees together, staring at the dampened blades and fingers, wondering what they’ve really done.
Jongin stares up at the cloudless skies as he skips through the meadows in is hometown. Kyungsoo tries to catch up to him but he keeps triping in the tall grass because of his rather short legs.