i stood there at the entrance looking astonished as the man walked away. how on Earth did he know my name? I had never met him before, I had never seen him in my life and i’m not a famous person.
cristina
I twist the handle and enter the apartment. the music begins, dramatic, fantastical, orchestral and dreamy. Like the paramount icon, stars circle my head and crown me like the statue of liberty as I turn into the room. Lit up with the Fox searchlights, I extend a hand in wave as my name flashes in bulbs and neon on the wall. And to finalise my entrance, I take a bow.
The entrance to the portal was there in front of me. I wasn’t sure whether I should go through it or not. I decided it was finally time for me to make the leap even if I was leaving him behind. This was my challenge. It was now or never. And so I leapt through the entrance and fell down, down, down.
The grand entrance to adoranation, is not something you can just walk through. You must have an impressive talented way to get through the arch. No way to stop it, it’s that or you don’t get in.
there it is!she said with great relief…its almost as beautiful as i imagined…they entered with confidence as lights hit they’re faces…now the past is forgettable…and the future just another page to write on…
mina
the doors opened and there he was just looking at here with so much compassion,at point he knew he had done the right thing.
mina
The entrance to the world is a hard thing to come across…. you’ll never find it by looking, you have to come across it by pure chance. It’s something only the pure of heart can find. You’ll always be able to tell because of the wonderful gates. You’ll see glorious golden, and flower pink. Nothing is better. Once you walk through that’s truely when it’s over.
Amanda Lopeman
Do you have to make one? An entrance? What if you are just quiet, just appear, melt into the room? When I see people consume a room I often wonder if it is really them.
Michelle
The portal to the unexpected a vestibule of possibilities yet move through without exit and you may find yourself trapped in a wonderland of wanderlust never to exit again, but the doors are
Deb
I sat there, mesmerized. So hard to focus. The slow progress of the blue bar… it drew my eye as the minute progressed. Then too late I realised! Wrong word :D
I couldn’t sleep and just kept looking blankly at the ceiling. Nothing happened, no sound, no movement or flickering of light. But then, something changed.
I wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore. It was not my room anymore, there were some huge doors in front of me.
It is an entrance. The entrance to madness. It aches here, on the other side of the world.
Entrance. Enter. En-trance. In trance? Something you have access to all of. I’d give you entrance, to everything, if you so wanted. Why? You just kind of seem to put me in a trance. I don’t get why though, I mean, we’ve barely started talking. Maybe I’m just a little too insane.
Where could I go? The entrance had no signs and paths lead off in all directions. In my haste to get here I had forgotten why I came. It was as if I was waking up in an endlessly repeating dream with no end.
A grand entrance, sweeping in through the door exuding charisma in a nonchalent blase fashion, effortlessly attracting all eyes and all attention… like the moronic perfume ads in glossy magazines, where charlize theron or similar is swathed in a golden princess dress, lips hanging open in seductive fashion as she wafts down a high street somewhere full of men in suits who turn to gaze at the goddess and worship her – yes you really see that every day on the streets don’t you!! why is there no timer on this thing, i don’t know how long i’ve been writing for?? it’s time to make my exit i think
Geraldine McKenna
the entrance of the hall was huge. it was green, blue and yellow. i wanted to go through. but i couldnt. why? i still dont know.
Mada
Departing earth’s gravitational boundaries,
I soared through the sea of misty blue light
Formed of refractions and flections of rays
Impacting the precursors of dew-drops,
Arriving at the inner entrance of outer
Reaches, finding gates not of ivory,
Nor gold, nor bronze, but matter mettled more
Ethereally, fixed between shapeless
Columns of septentrional, dancing
Light, of colors spanning hues invisible
To naked eyes armed not with spectacles
Spiritually refined, yet ever wanting
Sight. Beyond, a sea of stars more numerous
Than any number within bounds of mortal
Understanding, ever expanding, ever
Increasing, reaching for infinity,
Completion, without conflict, competition
Within cooperation.
The arched entrance to the shattered chapel was covered in misty moss. The fog that had seeped through the moor also seeped in to Aeryn’s bones. She shivered and placed a gloved hand on the stone, stepping over rubble to enter the hollow chapel.
The grates rose high into the sky and I looked in awe at the building in front of me. It was just like Dad had explained; Sky High, located exactly five kilometers from outer space, in a dome, in the clouds. The school looked ultra modern in itself, but when I looked back at the bus (which was actually a ho
Rose Patterson
It is the front part of a place from which people go through to get to a destination
nico
the entrance called to him like a voice out of the sky, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, besides a human of course. He walked over to it and tried opening the latch but nothing gave. “Hmm,” he pondered, I wonder how I will get this opened. All of a sudden the entrance vanished, and re appeared. This time the latch opened easily, he walked through unsure of what was to come
Kieya
The path is dark but it’s bordered by bright green LED’s shaped like alien heads. I have a key. I don’t know if it will fit or turn or make the door give way, but I know it is for some door and I step into the light.
bree
This is a place where you can get in, i mean into anything. It can be an entrance into a building or a person, social group or pot of food. You can see an entrance into anything. Entrances are good, just make sure you can see you way out again.
Ed
the entrance to my house has always bothered me. we have no foyer. nothing fancy. except for the security gate that doesn’t work properly.
vesta
every building has an entrance. Some entrances are better than others, some are bigger while others are smaller. Most of the entrances have two doors or gates that open simultaneously to let people in the building or structure.
Abhijeet Gahlot
I ran into a dead end. But you called it an entrance.
daz
It’s a poor entrance to the website if you come in through StumbleUpon and have no idea what the heck this is. Cool concept of one word…just write. But why? For whom?
Margie
I saw a black corner in the entrance, it was quite the opposite of contrary. It was totally the first will of a late afternoon. One foggy, sad afternoon. Silently, and very sneakishy, the sun will appear again.
George
I cannot help but think about the time that the entrance to the zoo was so ironically entrancing even thought I know that it isn’t something to be said. Whatever was there was pulling me into the area and toward the zoo. I really don’t understand why. How does that happen?
Blake
the entrance of the door was hard to open. I tugged it back and forth. Than suddenly a dog walker showed me that all I had to do was lift up the
The entrance to the ballroom was arched and grandiose and very, very gold. You wore pearls at you greeted me, pearls everywhere. Your ears, your neck, your gloves, your skirt even lined with pearls. Pretty pearls. Oysters’ treasures cut from their stomachs. You asked me to dance. Me, in my raggy green tailcoat, the brass buttons. I said yes. We waltzed. We tango-ed. We kissed.
Belinda Roddie
An entrance to you’re madness, a beginning to you’re end, you sink inside, liquid rage between my skin.
the entrance to the room was daunting. Fourty feet of marble and bronze standing between the present and the future, between life and death. I had no clue that existence would be reduced to a threshold.
Jeremie
I stepped through the door and gasped. What place was this? This fantastic place made of flowers and butterflies? I sat down and found that I was sitting in a puddle of chocolate. Yum! This place is great!
Savvy
Against the window, like bolts of lightning in my eyes, you struck a certain kind of madness in mind.
Isabel Espinoza
We walked through the grand archway to the fair. There were flowery vines twined around the wooden structure that led us to the first part of the event. The enchanting feeling brought by this one entrance added a beautifully natural feeling to the entire occasion.
i stood there at the entrance looking astonished as the man walked away. how on Earth did he know my name? I had never met him before, I had never seen him in my life and i’m not a famous person.
I twist the handle and enter the apartment. the music begins, dramatic, fantastical, orchestral and dreamy. Like the paramount icon, stars circle my head and crown me like the statue of liberty as I turn into the room. Lit up with the Fox searchlights, I extend a hand in wave as my name flashes in bulbs and neon on the wall. And to finalise my entrance, I take a bow.
The entrance to the portal was there in front of me. I wasn’t sure whether I should go through it or not. I decided it was finally time for me to make the leap even if I was leaving him behind. This was my challenge. It was now or never. And so I leapt through the entrance and fell down, down, down.
The grand entrance to adoranation, is not something you can just walk through. You must have an impressive talented way to get through the arch. No way to stop it, it’s that or you don’t get in.
there it is!she said with great relief…its almost as beautiful as i imagined…they entered with confidence as lights hit they’re faces…now the past is forgettable…and the future just another page to write on…
the doors opened and there he was just looking at here with so much compassion,at point he knew he had done the right thing.
The entrance to the world is a hard thing to come across…. you’ll never find it by looking, you have to come across it by pure chance. It’s something only the pure of heart can find. You’ll always be able to tell because of the wonderful gates. You’ll see glorious golden, and flower pink. Nothing is better. Once you walk through that’s truely when it’s over.
Do you have to make one? An entrance? What if you are just quiet, just appear, melt into the room? When I see people consume a room I often wonder if it is really them.
The portal to the unexpected a vestibule of possibilities yet move through without exit and you may find yourself trapped in a wonderland of wanderlust never to exit again, but the doors are
I sat there, mesmerized. So hard to focus. The slow progress of the blue bar… it drew my eye as the minute progressed. Then too late I realised! Wrong word :D
its something like a frond door for something. like you go somewhere and you must entrance.
entrance
trance
an
enter
ran
entering the entrance into trance ; exit now.
entrance
trance
enter
ran
an
entering the entrance into trance ; exit now.
entrance
trance
enter
ran
an
entering the entrance into trance ; exit now.
I couldn’t sleep and just kept looking blankly at the ceiling. Nothing happened, no sound, no movement or flickering of light. But then, something changed.
I wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore. It was not my room anymore, there were some huge doors in front of me.
It is an entrance. The entrance to madness. It aches here, on the other side of the world.
Entrance. Enter. En-trance. In trance? Something you have access to all of. I’d give you entrance, to everything, if you so wanted. Why? You just kind of seem to put me in a trance. I don’t get why though, I mean, we’ve barely started talking. Maybe I’m just a little too insane.
It’s lifeless marble corpse caught my eye and held it. The curves, the smooth elegance. So dense yet so soft.
Where could I go? The entrance had no signs and paths lead off in all directions. In my haste to get here I had forgotten why I came. It was as if I was waking up in an endlessly repeating dream with no end.
A grand entrance, sweeping in through the door exuding charisma in a nonchalent blase fashion, effortlessly attracting all eyes and all attention… like the moronic perfume ads in glossy magazines, where charlize theron or similar is swathed in a golden princess dress, lips hanging open in seductive fashion as she wafts down a high street somewhere full of men in suits who turn to gaze at the goddess and worship her – yes you really see that every day on the streets don’t you!! why is there no timer on this thing, i don’t know how long i’ve been writing for?? it’s time to make my exit i think
the entrance of the hall was huge. it was green, blue and yellow. i wanted to go through. but i couldnt. why? i still dont know.
Departing earth’s gravitational boundaries,
I soared through the sea of misty blue light
Formed of refractions and flections of rays
Impacting the precursors of dew-drops,
Arriving at the inner entrance of outer
Reaches, finding gates not of ivory,
Nor gold, nor bronze, but matter mettled more
Ethereally, fixed between shapeless
Columns of septentrional, dancing
Light, of colors spanning hues invisible
To naked eyes armed not with spectacles
Spiritually refined, yet ever wanting
Sight. Beyond, a sea of stars more numerous
Than any number within bounds of mortal
Understanding, ever expanding, ever
Increasing, reaching for infinity,
Completion, without conflict, competition
Within cooperation.
The arched entrance to the shattered chapel was covered in misty moss. The fog that had seeped through the moor also seeped in to Aeryn’s bones. She shivered and placed a gloved hand on the stone, stepping over rubble to enter the hollow chapel.
The grates rose high into the sky and I looked in awe at the building in front of me. It was just like Dad had explained; Sky High, located exactly five kilometers from outer space, in a dome, in the clouds. The school looked ultra modern in itself, but when I looked back at the bus (which was actually a ho
It is the front part of a place from which people go through to get to a destination
the entrance called to him like a voice out of the sky, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, besides a human of course. He walked over to it and tried opening the latch but nothing gave. “Hmm,” he pondered, I wonder how I will get this opened. All of a sudden the entrance vanished, and re appeared. This time the latch opened easily, he walked through unsure of what was to come
The path is dark but it’s bordered by bright green LED’s shaped like alien heads. I have a key. I don’t know if it will fit or turn or make the door give way, but I know it is for some door and I step into the light.
This is a place where you can get in, i mean into anything. It can be an entrance into a building or a person, social group or pot of food. You can see an entrance into anything. Entrances are good, just make sure you can see you way out again.
the entrance to my house has always bothered me. we have no foyer. nothing fancy. except for the security gate that doesn’t work properly.
every building has an entrance. Some entrances are better than others, some are bigger while others are smaller. Most of the entrances have two doors or gates that open simultaneously to let people in the building or structure.
I ran into a dead end. But you called it an entrance.
It’s a poor entrance to the website if you come in through StumbleUpon and have no idea what the heck this is. Cool concept of one word…just write. But why? For whom?
I saw a black corner in the entrance, it was quite the opposite of contrary. It was totally the first will of a late afternoon. One foggy, sad afternoon. Silently, and very sneakishy, the sun will appear again.
I cannot help but think about the time that the entrance to the zoo was so ironically entrancing even thought I know that it isn’t something to be said. Whatever was there was pulling me into the area and toward the zoo. I really don’t understand why. How does that happen?
the entrance of the door was hard to open. I tugged it back and forth. Than suddenly a dog walker showed me that all I had to do was lift up the
The entrance to the ballroom was arched and grandiose and very, very gold. You wore pearls at you greeted me, pearls everywhere. Your ears, your neck, your gloves, your skirt even lined with pearls. Pretty pearls. Oysters’ treasures cut from their stomachs. You asked me to dance. Me, in my raggy green tailcoat, the brass buttons. I said yes. We waltzed. We tango-ed. We kissed.
An entrance to you’re madness, a beginning to you’re end, you sink inside, liquid rage between my skin.
the entrance to the room was daunting. Fourty feet of marble and bronze standing between the present and the future, between life and death. I had no clue that existence would be reduced to a threshold.
I stepped through the door and gasped. What place was this? This fantastic place made of flowers and butterflies? I sat down and found that I was sitting in a puddle of chocolate. Yum! This place is great!
Against the window, like bolts of lightning in my eyes, you struck a certain kind of madness in mind.
We walked through the grand archway to the fair. There were flowery vines twined around the wooden structure that led us to the first part of the event. The enchanting feeling brought by this one entrance added a beautifully natural feeling to the entire occasion.