His eyes flare as we stare each other down. I can’t tell if the flames are anger or something else – something more intimate. His face is expressionless and he’s fighting to keep it that way. I wish he would say something because I won’t be able to keep my composure if I break the silence myself.
A flare shot to the sky. Someone was in need of help. I sprang to my feet and started running. As I found my way over the hills to the shore I could not believe what I saw.
Matti
I think flare is something that society dictates should describe everyone’s wardrobe. We’re all different. How are we each supposed to have our own flare? They expect us to be different and express ourselves yet they also say that we should fit into a mold. Why bother having that personal flare if we will look just like someone else?
FLARE IS FIRE, FLARE IS SPARK, LIGHT HOPE,. IMAGINATION, BEAUTY, PERCEPTION OF ONE PERSON, DREAM OF MANY… FLARE IS WHAT I CAN BE , FLARE IS THE START OF A MASS MOVEMENT TO BE EVERYTHING WE CAN BE AND WILL BE, FLARE IS OUR WAY TO WHAT WE DESERVE. WE DESERVE IT BECAUSE WE LOVE IT, PASSION FUELS THE FLARE
Jonathan Reddy
flare. danger. be cautious. don’t let go. put up fences, not walls. because walls you can’t see out of, but fences you can see. you can see the danger, see the safety. you can run to help, or you can stay in your own backyard. flare. scarlet orange yellow fire i love fire but from a distance because it is accompanied by sirens and police and fright.
Michelle
I’ve got a lot of flare, my jeans prove it. I love flare in peoples personality, it’s what really makes them exciting. No wonder that life saving firework cannon was named after it, man i threw some of them once. It was awesome. I’d love to go back to that day, it’s one of the ones that you want to last forever. Flare. Pretty cool guy
Ryan Pratt
Snap, crack, fwoosh, he tosses the flare down the empty hallway, it rolls to a stop at the foot of dead tree jutting through the floor and up to the next floor. the space around the tree glow green and shadows creep along the edges of it’s sphere of illumination.
I don’t normally like the flare that girl want on their clothing. I’d rather just stay basic and call it a day. I’m a bit too plain Jane sometimes but I would just rather be practical about the things in life. A t-shirt and Jeans is the way to go. I hate how everyone expects me to have that girlish ‘flare’ and look super lady-like. If there’s a way for me to be cute and still comfortable and practical then sign me up.
megan
Flare is the ability to do something with style and finesse. Without this the world would be bland and like milk toast, void of color and joy. While everything I do has a sense of fun and joy, occasionally, I rise to a level of exuberance and acitity I would find more of the best in all I do.
Victoria Bowmann
That one spark in the sky was magnificent, it seemed to be the only part of her night that was going right. And to think, it just started with a flare, then lead to the beautiful thing in the sky now.
Katie Mae
we shot the signal into the starless night, hoping that the stars would be somehow illuminated by the feeble flame. but, as it turns out, our tiny flare was the last sun in the universe, and as it flickered away, you and i were left in the darkness, togetheralone in our romantic embrace.
the flare was shot in the air. Whats going on is someone in trouble? I race to the mountain. The rescue team is here. Where is my family? Is something wrong? Are they okay? Help! I cant find them.
Brittany Riggins
In this lonely place I feel there is something missing. Dark, damp, desperate. I see a flare in the distance. I walk towards the sudden burst of light and there, your face appears and I’m no longer in hell.
Flare is things that are small and then start to get bigger. Some people wear a lot of flare pants. The flare pants are a lot more comfy when u wear them cause thay aren tight around ur waist or legs or anything.
Caitlin Cordova
You have to have it to be able to be anybody. People without flare are like weeds. Flare could be like the tips of your ears or your shoulders are on fire. Or that you douse everything in blue. Or that you turn things to ice with a touch. That your cheeks are the roundest part of your face. Flare.
A flare is used in many ways. One of it how its used is when there is a fire they put a thing so people won’t trespass the place.
america
a flare gun u can shoot in the air its stupid tho to shoot in the air i frickin a flare guns
james
there are many types of flares, there is the flare gun the flare that comes off a firework. All types of flares for different things. My dad keeps a flare gun in his car in case of emergincies, if thats how you spell it.
Like a flare gun, when you are stranded and alone and need help, you shoot a flare gun and it will usually be spotted by someone willing to save you.
Jewelz
bright, flashing, what i see in your eyes when you look at me, trucks. bright quick nothing at all like it in teh in the world, singular, xtraordinary and beautiful makes people stop and satre and wonder what is going on that needs to be noticed by such a light.
emily
Flare like a fire.
Like a spark erupting from a metaphor suspended between two strangers,
only to fizzle and fade
to the inevitable doom
that all flares
must face.
s.
bright warning telling that there is an accident or a road block or perhaps it is just the fourth of july and the beach is full of yellow smoke and occasionally when the smoke clears the light from the flares sparkles high in the sky or zooms past one’s foot
Patricia
sequins, hairspray, caked make-up, hairspray fumes, sweat beaded on the upper lip, pinched toes in tap shoes, red perfumed velvet, boudoir, hot lights, dizzy.
Norah watched as he walked into the room and looked him up and down appreciatively. He carried himself with such flare and finesse. She sashayed over to where he stood.
I have a lot of flare. I love flare. Flare is similar to flair jeans. I love them too. Except for now.
Only in the seventies.
Flare is like a cool button, or neat hair.
I love flare.
I will be flare, I will live flare, because I love flare.
Shelby
I was one of the unfortunate victims who fell under the trap of flare jeans, even the bell bottoms that came back. Flare jeans aren’t the worst things I use to wear, though. I remember wearing two different shoes to school and I also remember duct taping toy horses to my shoes (which I swear was for wacky shoe day, but my friends say this was a regular occurrence). Years later I once asked my mom how she ever let me leave the house in the ridiculous outfits I’d wear to school. She said she took it as a phase, and assumed (hoped) I would grow out of it. I did.
leg? pant? i’ve got a lot flare. you can see it in my purple hair streaks. i think of bellbottoms and fireworks and sometimes a gay guy. they definitely have a lot of flare and i just wish i had one to be my best friend so he could take me shoe shopping, something my boyfriend isn’t too fond of. what about flaring your nostrils?
Sara P
The rockets shot up from the ground. It was the Fourth of July in Oklahoma, probably one of the best things about the state she had finally discovered. It was beautiful, and fireworks were legal in the state, the climate was humid enough.
Bailey
The night sky was alive with the flame, and Andy was afraid. He didn’t know it would go so far up, and his parents had surely seen from their house two blocks away. He had been warned, and now he had to run. He didn’t want to go through that punishment again.
The sun’s flare came in through the morning window. It blinded my ability to see the computer screen on which I was reading an important e-mail. This e-mail detailed whether the relationship with my girlfriend would work or not. It was vitally important I read it right then. But I couldn’t read it. I could only see darkness.
His eyes flare as we stare each other down. I can’t tell if the flames are anger or something else – something more intimate. His face is expressionless and he’s fighting to keep it that way. I wish he would say something because I won’t be able to keep my composure if I break the silence myself.
A flare shot to the sky. Someone was in need of help. I sprang to my feet and started running. As I found my way over the hills to the shore I could not believe what I saw.
I think flare is something that society dictates should describe everyone’s wardrobe. We’re all different. How are we each supposed to have our own flare? They expect us to be different and express ourselves yet they also say that we should fit into a mold. Why bother having that personal flare if we will look just like someone else?
FLARE IS FIRE, FLARE IS SPARK, LIGHT HOPE,. IMAGINATION, BEAUTY, PERCEPTION OF ONE PERSON, DREAM OF MANY… FLARE IS WHAT I CAN BE , FLARE IS THE START OF A MASS MOVEMENT TO BE EVERYTHING WE CAN BE AND WILL BE, FLARE IS OUR WAY TO WHAT WE DESERVE. WE DESERVE IT BECAUSE WE LOVE IT, PASSION FUELS THE FLARE
flare. danger. be cautious. don’t let go. put up fences, not walls. because walls you can’t see out of, but fences you can see. you can see the danger, see the safety. you can run to help, or you can stay in your own backyard. flare. scarlet orange yellow fire i love fire but from a distance because it is accompanied by sirens and police and fright.
I’ve got a lot of flare, my jeans prove it. I love flare in peoples personality, it’s what really makes them exciting. No wonder that life saving firework cannon was named after it, man i threw some of them once. It was awesome. I’d love to go back to that day, it’s one of the ones that you want to last forever. Flare. Pretty cool guy
Snap, crack, fwoosh, he tosses the flare down the empty hallway, it rolls to a stop at the foot of dead tree jutting through the floor and up to the next floor. the space around the tree glow green and shadows creep along the edges of it’s sphere of illumination.
I don’t normally like the flare that girl want on their clothing. I’d rather just stay basic and call it a day. I’m a bit too plain Jane sometimes but I would just rather be practical about the things in life. A t-shirt and Jeans is the way to go. I hate how everyone expects me to have that girlish ‘flare’ and look super lady-like. If there’s a way for me to be cute and still comfortable and practical then sign me up.
Flare is the ability to do something with style and finesse. Without this the world would be bland and like milk toast, void of color and joy. While everything I do has a sense of fun and joy, occasionally, I rise to a level of exuberance and acitity I would find more of the best in all I do.
That one spark in the sky was magnificent, it seemed to be the only part of her night that was going right. And to think, it just started with a flare, then lead to the beautiful thing in the sky now.
we shot the signal into the starless night, hoping that the stars would be somehow illuminated by the feeble flame. but, as it turns out, our tiny flare was the last sun in the universe, and as it flickered away, you and i were left in the darkness, togetheralone in our romantic embrace.
it was her hair, that was bright red, straight like the line of energy shooting out of a flare gun.
I loved how the sleeves of my wedding gown gently flared at the wrists.
the flare was shot in the air. Whats going on is someone in trouble? I race to the mountain. The rescue team is here. Where is my family? Is something wrong? Are they okay? Help! I cant find them.
In this lonely place I feel there is something missing. Dark, damp, desperate. I see a flare in the distance. I walk towards the sudden burst of light and there, your face appears and I’m no longer in hell.
A burst of light lit up the sky. Blue and green lights dance across the horizon, flaring and weaving.
flare are a type of pants tht flare at the bottom of the legs and ya so ya!!!!!!!
Ive typed this three times so ya !!!!! it suckzzz!!!! cheezee!!!!
a flare is a light for dark for an asdent
Flare is things that are small and then start to get bigger. Some people wear a lot of flare pants. The flare pants are a lot more comfy when u wear them cause thay aren tight around ur waist or legs or anything.
You have to have it to be able to be anybody. People without flare are like weeds. Flare could be like the tips of your ears or your shoulders are on fire. Or that you douse everything in blue. Or that you turn things to ice with a touch. That your cheeks are the roundest part of your face. Flare.
BOMB. Bombs have a flare. During wars the men put out flares for light because they had no electricity.
A flare is used in many ways. One of it how its used is when there is a fire they put a thing so people won’t trespass the place.
a flare gun u can shoot in the air its stupid tho to shoot in the air i frickin a flare guns
there are many types of flares, there is the flare gun the flare that comes off a firework. All types of flares for different things. My dad keeps a flare gun in his car in case of emergincies, if thats how you spell it.
Like a flare gun, when you are stranded and alone and need help, you shoot a flare gun and it will usually be spotted by someone willing to save you.
bright, flashing, what i see in your eyes when you look at me, trucks. bright quick nothing at all like it in teh in the world, singular, xtraordinary and beautiful makes people stop and satre and wonder what is going on that needs to be noticed by such a light.
Flare like a fire.
Like a spark erupting from a metaphor suspended between two strangers,
only to fizzle and fade
to the inevitable doom
that all flares
must face.
bright warning telling that there is an accident or a road block or perhaps it is just the fourth of july and the beach is full of yellow smoke and occasionally when the smoke clears the light from the flares sparkles high in the sky or zooms past one’s foot
sequins, hairspray, caked make-up, hairspray fumes, sweat beaded on the upper lip, pinched toes in tap shoes, red perfumed velvet, boudoir, hot lights, dizzy.
the sun’s flare hit earth today and everyone sighed at the start of decay
the light was bright and whited-out eyes
irises gone and flown away
He wasn’t sure about what “flare” means, but anyway, he wrote a great story about it. This story.
Norah watched as he walked into the room and looked him up and down appreciatively. He carried himself with such flare and finesse. She sashayed over to where he stood.
I have a lot of flare. I love flare. Flare is similar to flair jeans. I love them too. Except for now.
Only in the seventies.
Flare is like a cool button, or neat hair.
I love flare.
I will be flare, I will live flare, because I love flare.
I was one of the unfortunate victims who fell under the trap of flare jeans, even the bell bottoms that came back. Flare jeans aren’t the worst things I use to wear, though. I remember wearing two different shoes to school and I also remember duct taping toy horses to my shoes (which I swear was for wacky shoe day, but my friends say this was a regular occurrence). Years later I once asked my mom how she ever let me leave the house in the ridiculous outfits I’d wear to school. She said she took it as a phase, and assumed (hoped) I would grow out of it. I did.
the rash had flared up again, so she bent over and politely, delicately, pulled her wrapped skirt a little closer to her legs.
leg? pant? i’ve got a lot flare. you can see it in my purple hair streaks. i think of bellbottoms and fireworks and sometimes a gay guy. they definitely have a lot of flare and i just wish i had one to be my best friend so he could take me shoe shopping, something my boyfriend isn’t too fond of. what about flaring your nostrils?
The rockets shot up from the ground. It was the Fourth of July in Oklahoma, probably one of the best things about the state she had finally discovered. It was beautiful, and fireworks were legal in the state, the climate was humid enough.
The night sky was alive with the flame, and Andy was afraid. He didn’t know it would go so far up, and his parents had surely seen from their house two blocks away. He had been warned, and now he had to run. He didn’t want to go through that punishment again.
If I send up a flare will you rescue me. Maybe a differently shaped trouser would attract more attention. Yes, I know this only works as a spoken pun
The sun’s flare came in through the morning window. It blinded my ability to see the computer screen on which I was reading an important e-mail. This e-mail detailed whether the relationship with my girlfriend would work or not. It was vitally important I read it right then. But I couldn’t read it. I could only see darkness.