I am too tired and to sad to write anything… sorry to all the possible readers who had expected something poetic…
Bis Dann
Gagah
Gagah
It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare the help for something when the only means you have is a useless afterthought flare, to say that the trouble has begun.
Caroline
Them nostrils flare, those veins enlarge… What an ugly sight. Yet I laugh. Haha. Ha.
It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare for such a thing when the only thing to do is a warning afterthought.
Caroline
The room was redone and when completed definitely had some flare. The colors and patterns on the wall really made the room pop. It was a great use of the space.
Nostrils flare as her muscles worked. Pulling, pushing, her body screams for her to stop and yet she continues. Exhaustion hits her like a ton of bricks and then… she collapses. She breathes a sign of relief.
La llamarada de tu amor es la que hace que permanezca latente mi pútrido corazón.
Esa llama tan exquisita hace que me desenvuelva de esa timidez que me agobia y renazca como un ave Fenix.
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There was flare out in the sky. Flying as if it was a comet gone awry. Wait for me, I want to see. Just flying, flying, free. Goodbye.
Haze
rage flared up through her veins, shooting through her body like lightning. why did he have to make everything so hard.
I think of flare as in fire. But it could also mean your temper has rose to a very high level and you could be very anger with someone or at someone. People sometimes say your temper has flared which is not a good thing.
Cassandra Lockwood
It was like a flare went off in the air. They could both feel it. They truly were meant to be! They could feel the love between them swell as they kissed. Passion and harmony swirled around them at that moment.
the group of men were sitting on the raft, afraid of what would happen next. “we need to do it” the bearded man said, glancing at his learned colleagues. With a slight head nod around the group and an awkward intake of breath, the man with glasses grabbed the flare gun and pointed up and fired. “God help us all”
Peter Shimmin
He’s got flare. Every move, every glance, every touch. It follows in his wake like some lingering perfume. You can’t help but admire him whenever he walks by.
Jaclyn
Flare
A flash of fire! Is that an accident up ahead? Or an SOS? Look! Watch! Up ahead! There!
The last flare flew up from the lifeboat like a fireworks at the Fourth Of July picnic Annie had just seen off the starboard bow. The cruise ship had stopped near the coast so the passengers could enjoy the capitol’s celebration, but they got too close.
It lights up the sky, big and bright. Exploding everywhere, calling out for help. Someone comes to rescue you, to save you from the danger. You are helpless, but not anymore. It rises higher and higher until it is clearly seen over the tops of trees, over the houses, over everything else.
Nicole Tunick
She hurried to get dinner fixed as she didn’t want anything to cause Tommy to flare up in anger tonight.
He’d always been short-tempered, but lately he had been getting dangerously close to … something. And it scared her.
She should probably leave but, leave and go where? To do what?
For a minute she let herself daydream about living life like a Kardashian sister, with money, clothes, cars, fame.
Then she sighed and quickened her pace. He would be home in five minutes and Kris Jenner was not coming to her rescue.
The fire flared up, as if it was motivated by his feelings. He was surrounded by Tom, surrounded by the last three months and the things that happened during that time. It wasn’t love, it was pure desire, pure lust evaporating from his pores. It just flared.
Mon
Tempers flared like lightning bugs, thumping loudly on the carpet, blowing tinsel ’round the room. It was ugly, absolutely, and I stood there heart a-trilling with my cider in my hand and not remembering its taste. My dad and brother were standing in their blue and crackling fire, fists clenched and the spittle flying ’til it struck me in the hair. This was going to be one hell of a Christmas party.
Belinda Roddie
all i can think of is solar flares. and lens flares. both make me think of space, because of the obvious and because of jj abrams. yeah, well, this isn’t very inspiring.
The exhibit had no flare, just one lifesize Diorama of the Massacre at Wounded Knee. Me and my students walked right past it, there was nothing we could do.
flare. Romance, a spark. Passion. Hate, It all starts with the initial flare, and it’s up to you what you do with it. Let it burn, blow it gently until it’s a fire, or douse it with water so it goes out? It’s your choice.
I don’t remember the rest. But I can explain that. I never actually sang that song. A friend did. So there! :P
Flare…
Solar?
Emergency?
I like the car commercial where a family is at the edge of a canyon watching all the stuck vehicles send up flares, like it was a fireworks show – and then eventually decide to go down and help them, with their all terrain vehicle :)
Noisy Quiet
Her buttons, her feathers, and roses and glitter and glimmer and light, all covered the cracks so when she looked in the mirror, she saw something close, something near perfection. Tonight, she can sleep well.
Kortnee
It was all she knew, it was all she had; a flare for intruding. Was this good? Or was this bad?
the flare was up in the air. he had pulled it as a last resort. would he ever be able to get off of the island he was stuck on? would he ever be able to return to the life that was lost to him? the flare was his only hope, hos only was out.
He unsecured her chignon holder, and down came her flaring red curls, bouncing up and down. He told her, she is different from the others, and that she doesn’t need to act like she’s someone else when she’s with him. “I like you just the way you are,” he kissed her flaming cheek, “don’t change.”
alyssa rae
My flare of desire to succeed is now igniting more than ever. I can do this. I know I can.
Flare reminds me of fashion! Which reminds me of Brittney. Because she’s got an ass load of clothes that she will never ever wear. Because that makes sense. :) I do enjoy shopping with her though. We could go all day. When we bring other people along, it’s not as fun because no one can shop like we can together. It’s like.. we have some kind of psychological connection.
A burst of colour. Sparks flying everywhere, dancing in the dark night sky. It was a happy prospect, that of rescue. He felt the urge to almost cheer, but suppressed the need upon reflection.
A flame which bursts spectacularly into the sky. Gleaming with hot red flashes and signalling the need for urgent rescue. It felt so warm in such a cold, dire situation. The men huddled underneath it.
Sarah McGaughran
Drop some paint onto your life, add an Indian scarf, wear spotted and striped socks, dance all the time, write everything down, live life with some flare.
bella
what the heck is this, I haven’t even heard this word ever in my life, im chilean, spanish speaking person that knows english. I think the word is like, i realy don’t know.
Florencia
burn
light
fire
red
blue
brilliant
shine
beautiful
help
in the darkness
life
dead
dangerous
hot
He stared at me for a long time. I watched his narrowed eyes, his tense mouth, his flared nostrils. I didn’t say a word. Suddenly, he was there, grasping my upper arms tightly. His eyes flashed red for a second, and then they softened. His face relaxed as he gazed down at me. But before he could utter a word, I turned on my heel, his expression of slight disbelief still fresh in my mind.
Flare is the fire in your heart that spreads through your blood, around your body. It can explode inside you till you can’t compress it anymore. It is a passion which consumes you.
warner
A flare doesn’t last but an instant, but it’s momentarily brilliant. Pay no mind to the corporeal temporality.
Scarf flying in the air behind her , as if it had a life of it’s own. Tiger print. Black back ground of wool leather jacket. A flare for fashion. A flare for being present when the press was around.
What means flare ?
I am too tired and to sad to write anything… sorry to all the possible readers who had expected something poetic…
Bis Dann
Gagah
It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare the help for something when the only means you have is a useless afterthought flare, to say that the trouble has begun.
Them nostrils flare, those veins enlarge… What an ugly sight. Yet I laugh. Haha. Ha.
It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare for such a thing when the only thing to do is a warning afterthought.
The room was redone and when completed definitely had some flare. The colors and patterns on the wall really made the room pop. It was a great use of the space.
Nostrils flare as her muscles worked. Pulling, pushing, her body screams for her to stop and yet she continues. Exhaustion hits her like a ton of bricks and then… she collapses. She breathes a sign of relief.
La llamarada de tu amor es la que hace que permanezca latente mi pútrido corazón.
Esa llama tan exquisita hace que me desenvuelva de esa timidez que me agobia y renazca como un ave Fenix.
There was flare out in the sky. Flying as if it was a comet gone awry. Wait for me, I want to see. Just flying, flying, free. Goodbye.
rage flared up through her veins, shooting through her body like lightning. why did he have to make everything so hard.
I think of flare as in fire. But it could also mean your temper has rose to a very high level and you could be very anger with someone or at someone. People sometimes say your temper has flared which is not a good thing.
It was like a flare went off in the air. They could both feel it. They truly were meant to be! They could feel the love between them swell as they kissed. Passion and harmony swirled around them at that moment.
I’ve been believing in something;
A flare of light, suspended in the air
It doesn’t last long enough to catch
It goes quick enough to want more
the group of men were sitting on the raft, afraid of what would happen next. “we need to do it” the bearded man said, glancing at his learned colleagues. With a slight head nod around the group and an awkward intake of breath, the man with glasses grabbed the flare gun and pointed up and fired. “God help us all”
He’s got flare. Every move, every glance, every touch. It follows in his wake like some lingering perfume. You can’t help but admire him whenever he walks by.
Flare
A flash of fire! Is that an accident up ahead? Or an SOS? Look! Watch! Up ahead! There!
The last flare flew up from the lifeboat like a fireworks at the Fourth Of July picnic Annie had just seen off the starboard bow. The cruise ship had stopped near the coast so the passengers could enjoy the capitol’s celebration, but they got too close.
It lights up the sky, big and bright. Exploding everywhere, calling out for help. Someone comes to rescue you, to save you from the danger. You are helpless, but not anymore. It rises higher and higher until it is clearly seen over the tops of trees, over the houses, over everything else.
She hurried to get dinner fixed as she didn’t want anything to cause Tommy to flare up in anger tonight.
He’d always been short-tempered, but lately he had been getting dangerously close to … something. And it scared her.
She should probably leave but, leave and go where? To do what?
For a minute she let herself daydream about living life like a Kardashian sister, with money, clothes, cars, fame.
Then she sighed and quickened her pace. He would be home in five minutes and Kris Jenner was not coming to her rescue.
The fire flared up, as if it was motivated by his feelings. He was surrounded by Tom, surrounded by the last three months and the things that happened during that time. It wasn’t love, it was pure desire, pure lust evaporating from his pores. It just flared.
Tempers flared like lightning bugs, thumping loudly on the carpet, blowing tinsel ’round the room. It was ugly, absolutely, and I stood there heart a-trilling with my cider in my hand and not remembering its taste. My dad and brother were standing in their blue and crackling fire, fists clenched and the spittle flying ’til it struck me in the hair. This was going to be one hell of a Christmas party.
all i can think of is solar flares. and lens flares. both make me think of space, because of the obvious and because of jj abrams. yeah, well, this isn’t very inspiring.
The exhibit had no flare, just one lifesize Diorama of the Massacre at Wounded Knee. Me and my students walked right past it, there was nothing we could do.
flare. Romance, a spark. Passion. Hate, It all starts with the initial flare, and it’s up to you what you do with it. Let it burn, blow it gently until it’s a fire, or douse it with water so it goes out? It’s your choice.
“Where? Where is Flare?”
I don’t remember the rest. But I can explain that. I never actually sang that song. A friend did. So there! :P
Flare…
Solar?
Emergency?
I like the car commercial where a family is at the edge of a canyon watching all the stuck vehicles send up flares, like it was a fireworks show – and then eventually decide to go down and help them, with their all terrain vehicle :)
Her buttons, her feathers, and roses and glitter and glimmer and light, all covered the cracks so when she looked in the mirror, she saw something close, something near perfection. Tonight, she can sleep well.
It was all she knew, it was all she had; a flare for intruding. Was this good? Or was this bad?
the flare was up in the air. he had pulled it as a last resort. would he ever be able to get off of the island he was stuck on? would he ever be able to return to the life that was lost to him? the flare was his only hope, hos only was out.
He unsecured her chignon holder, and down came her flaring red curls, bouncing up and down. He told her, she is different from the others, and that she doesn’t need to act like she’s someone else when she’s with him. “I like you just the way you are,” he kissed her flaming cheek, “don’t change.”
My flare of desire to succeed is now igniting more than ever. I can do this. I know I can.
Flare reminds me of fashion! Which reminds me of Brittney. Because she’s got an ass load of clothes that she will never ever wear. Because that makes sense. :) I do enjoy shopping with her though. We could go all day. When we bring other people along, it’s not as fun because no one can shop like we can together. It’s like.. we have some kind of psychological connection.
A burst of colour. Sparks flying everywhere, dancing in the dark night sky. It was a happy prospect, that of rescue. He felt the urge to almost cheer, but suppressed the need upon reflection.
A flame which bursts spectacularly into the sky. Gleaming with hot red flashes and signalling the need for urgent rescue. It felt so warm in such a cold, dire situation. The men huddled underneath it.
Drop some paint onto your life, add an Indian scarf, wear spotted and striped socks, dance all the time, write everything down, live life with some flare.
what the heck is this, I haven’t even heard this word ever in my life, im chilean, spanish speaking person that knows english. I think the word is like, i realy don’t know.
burn
light
fire
red
blue
brilliant
shine
beautiful
help
in the darkness
life
dead
dangerous
hot
He stared at me for a long time. I watched his narrowed eyes, his tense mouth, his flared nostrils. I didn’t say a word. Suddenly, he was there, grasping my upper arms tightly. His eyes flashed red for a second, and then they softened. His face relaxed as he gazed down at me. But before he could utter a word, I turned on my heel, his expression of slight disbelief still fresh in my mind.
Flare is the fire in your heart that spreads through your blood, around your body. It can explode inside you till you can’t compress it anymore. It is a passion which consumes you.
A flare doesn’t last but an instant, but it’s momentarily brilliant. Pay no mind to the corporeal temporality.
A flare doesn’t last but an instant, but it’s momentarily brilliant. Pay no mind to the corporal temporality.
Scarf flying in the air behind her , as if it had a life of it’s own. Tiger print. Black back ground of wool leather jacket. A flare for fashion. A flare for being present when the press was around.