Flare can be many different things. Like a flare that you fire when your lost to be seen and found or like adding your own personal flare to something.
Alleycheer1997
To flame up with a bright, wavering light.To burst into intense, sudden flame.
richardArrazola
What the flare?! What do you even use a flare for? Oh yeah, you use it when your lost. Like if you are on a plane and it crashes onto a island, you use a flare as a signal. Pretty cool? Not really.
you can buy trousers that have a flare and jeans, flare is a word to describe a person who has a talent or a gift and you would say ‘they do that with flare’ you can also have a flare gun which is used to show people where you are if you get lost or if you need assistance, they are often used at sea on ships
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“It’s fine honey, everyone wears them”
You’re lying, I say
It’s not the truth
I will SO pay
For not wearing those boots
The new ones I saw
In the store, near the bags
They forced out awe
And these jeans really drag
Instead of my Uggs
And shorts and hot skirts
You just made me lug
These jeans, and this shirt
I’m SO embarrassed
How could you, mother
Make me where flared jeans
Oh, you and your schemes
Do you have a plan
To destroy my whole rep
“Sweetie, you’re young, you have no rep yet”
This is a day
Of a normal teen chick
According to a
Annoyed preteen kid
Whose sister is indeed
A magicians failed trick
this class has to do with flare because we learn about things that flare our brains in learning. flare is a word that isnt used very often in the class period.
my trousers were flared and sara laughed at me. I was really proud of them cos they were my first ever pair of jeans but drainpipes were in. They wre cute with orange stitching. the following year flares were in. How come I was thought of as hopelessly unfashionable and not just ahead of my time?
kinseyc66
when i see this word and try and tell something to do with this class i think of the stories mr oehlertz tells us.
A night black and soft like velvet, immovable and unyielding. A man stands in solitude beneath the stars, unable to match their luster with the bleakness of his own feeble day to day existence. He lights the flare in his hand, feeling it burst into the sky and cascade in brilliant flames, lifting the veil of darkness from the world. BURN, GODDAMNIT BURN! For an instant, he could change the world. Until the next instant, when darkness ruled again.
I got really angry but then I showed some flare and calmed down. I noticed that people use flare when dressing and put their best clothing on.
Cathy
Flare is good,but flyer not, because it is more
Zé Cury
He had flare for sure, no one could touch his amazing culinary mixes, which sounded as if they would curdle the stomach but actually produced the most amazing tounge tingling, gorgeous flavours
Debbiek
a bright blinding light, it is high temperature, used in signaling to show position. Flare, the cut on a jean when the bottom has a wider circumference than the upper leg, wore mainly in the 80s.
i took the flare gun out and pointed it in his direction. I only have one shot so i have to make it count. I have a clear shot, now if only i can pull the trigger. something in me holds back. am i really about to kill a person? that seems like the only option out right now. if i dont kill them and i only wound them then they are inevitably gunna kill me. what do i do?
Floridos. Flareantes, Flamantes amantes de floridos flojos en los ojos de la abuela. También ella alguna vez fue amante. Su cuerpo parece decir que no, pero no nos equivoquemos. Fue. El arbusto de yasmín lo ha visto. En el 1938. No fue con el abuelo como todo haría sospechar.
Flare guns shoot flares and fires stuff… yea. What about those lights, signaling help and stuff and that we’ve taken over the planet (that was from Star Wars The Old Republic trailer). So yea, flares are cool, but what about donuts? Donuts don’t get their fair share of flares. I think we all deserve a little flair sometimes. Yea.
Devin
She has flare. I mean, this girl’s got more outfits than any woman ought to own. Red skirts, blue skirts, even golden skirts. Shorts, skirts, culotts, knee socks; you name it, she owns it!
I couldn’t tell what exactly was on his vest. Someone called it ‘flare’ at one point. Why would buttons on a sash or vest be considered flare? I looked down at my own vest and realized it was completely bare except for my name badge. Was I one of the cool kids if I adorned the vest with buttons and pins? Oy, what do I do? I puzzled over this and decided that next time I went out, I was going to get some ‘flare’ of my own.
sparks flew everywhere. they knew the plane was going down. passengers fought toward the front of the plane, desperate to find any sort of life saving solution. the emergency doors were open, but nobody dared be the first to jump.
red fire going upwards. Buildings burning. People screaming. Everywhere chaos. The buildings on the side nervously await to see if they will be the next victims to this red dragon eating them up.
monica
There is a flare in everyones heart, sometimes one persons flare is dim well the others is strong. Help ignite and help others find their flare, don’t let the good die out. <3
Marena
One time we lit a flare in my backyard. It started to crumble and stop burning. We added sticks and leaves to try to keep it going. It looked pathetic.
a burst like fireworks
brightness forever dimmed by distance to your eyes
but to mine, outshining the sun in all it’s glory
echoes of something long lost and forgotten stir within me
shivering and trailing up my spine
strengthening it with a steel I thought was forgotten
flame, an ember that spirals to the top of heights. not simply to drift, but in essence to spike; to release all accumulated energies in a cascading exertion of light.
Alex Norby
flare look cool when they get shot. one time we set off a roadside flare in our backyard. i look things that go boom.
stars alight the night and send eruptions of flames into the sky. red booming sunspots and cartwheels of light. dancing light, red night, climbing and leading slowly into large pinwheels of flame
Flare can be many different things. Like a flare that you fire when your lost to be seen and found or like adding your own personal flare to something.
To flame up with a bright, wavering light.To burst into intense, sudden flame.
What the flare?! What do you even use a flare for? Oh yeah, you use it when your lost. Like if you are on a plane and it crashes onto a island, you use a flare as a signal. Pretty cool? Not really.
“Mayzie exits with flare” was the stage direction today at my drama rehearsal. Unfortunately, aforesaid Mayzie is ill so merely shuffled…
flares can be used to notify lost peoples location
Flares is a device of telling people your position or used to light an ambush.
Flare puts a little bit of awesome in your life.
no idea, no clue, don’t care,flare gun,
you can buy trousers that have a flare and jeans, flare is a word to describe a person who has a talent or a gift and you would say ‘they do that with flare’ you can also have a flare gun which is used to show people where you are if you get lost or if you need assistance, they are often used at sea on ships
“It’s fine honey, everyone wears them”
You’re lying, I say
It’s not the truth
I will SO pay
For not wearing those boots
The new ones I saw
In the store, near the bags
They forced out awe
And these jeans really drag
Instead of my Uggs
And shorts and hot skirts
You just made me lug
These jeans, and this shirt
I’m SO embarrassed
How could you, mother
Make me where flared jeans
Oh, you and your schemes
Do you have a plan
To destroy my whole rep
“Sweetie, you’re young, you have no rep yet”
This is a day
Of a normal teen chick
According to a
Annoyed preteen kid
Whose sister is indeed
A magicians failed trick
“giving something flare” giving it some attitude. adding something crazy to something. back in the day things were crazy fun.
this class has to do with flare because we learn about things that flare our brains in learning. flare is a word that isnt used very often in the class period.
my trousers were flared and sara laughed at me. I was really proud of them cos they were my first ever pair of jeans but drainpipes were in. They wre cute with orange stitching. the following year flares were in. How come I was thought of as hopelessly unfashionable and not just ahead of my time?
when i see this word and try and tell something to do with this class i think of the stories mr oehlertz tells us.
A night black and soft like velvet, immovable and unyielding. A man stands in solitude beneath the stars, unable to match their luster with the bleakness of his own feeble day to day existence. He lights the flare in his hand, feeling it burst into the sky and cascade in brilliant flames, lifting the veil of darkness from the world. BURN, GODDAMNIT BURN! For an instant, he could change the world. Until the next instant, when darkness ruled again.
i dont know how to use this word in this class but a flare is when you are stranded somewhere and it shoots up in the air to get help.
the olded days had a lot of Flare. This class has a lot of flare and style.
I got really angry but then I showed some flare and calmed down. I noticed that people use flare when dressing and put their best clothing on.
Flare is good,but flyer not, because it is more
He had flare for sure, no one could touch his amazing culinary mixes, which sounded as if they would curdle the stomach but actually produced the most amazing tounge tingling, gorgeous flavours
a bright blinding light, it is high temperature, used in signaling to show position. Flare, the cut on a jean when the bottom has a wider circumference than the upper leg, wore mainly in the 80s.
darkness darkness darkness darkness FLARE oooooohhhh darkness darkness darkness darkness darkness darkness darkness darkness
i took the flare gun out and pointed it in his direction. I only have one shot so i have to make it count. I have a clear shot, now if only i can pull the trigger. something in me holds back. am i really about to kill a person? that seems like the only option out right now. if i dont kill them and i only wound them then they are inevitably gunna kill me. what do i do?
Light flying
Up into the air
A single flare
Sent into the clouds
A plane above
An island below
Stranded sailors
Yelling and signaling
Rescue so close
But yet, so far
I flare my arms about
in defense of the sound.
A shrill and harping scream
directed at my words.
What did I say?
What did I do wrong?
Whatever it is
I must be worth killing for.
Her jeans, they were ripped.
And her cheeks, they were flushed.
She had a flare about her.
That said knowing her wouldn’t be enough.
She seemed to dance out,
against the crowds and the songs,
on this summer night.
At this busy carnival ground.
my coworkers at my old job used to call me “linds flare.” as in, a play on “lens flare,” a video effect used to transition between shots.
it was probably the coolest nickname i’ll ever have.
Floridos. Flareantes, Flamantes amantes de floridos flojos en los ojos de la abuela. También ella alguna vez fue amante. Su cuerpo parece decir que no, pero no nos equivoquemos. Fue. El arbusto de yasmín lo ha visto. En el 1938. No fue con el abuelo como todo haría sospechar.
Flare guns shoot flares and fires stuff… yea. What about those lights, signaling help and stuff and that we’ve taken over the planet (that was from Star Wars The Old Republic trailer). So yea, flares are cool, but what about donuts? Donuts don’t get their fair share of flares. I think we all deserve a little flair sometimes. Yea.
She has flare. I mean, this girl’s got more outfits than any woman ought to own. Red skirts, blue skirts, even golden skirts. Shorts, skirts, culotts, knee socks; you name it, she owns it!
I couldn’t tell what exactly was on his vest. Someone called it ‘flare’ at one point. Why would buttons on a sash or vest be considered flare? I looked down at my own vest and realized it was completely bare except for my name badge. Was I one of the cool kids if I adorned the vest with buttons and pins? Oy, what do I do? I puzzled over this and decided that next time I went out, I was going to get some ‘flare’ of my own.
sparks flew everywhere. they knew the plane was going down. passengers fought toward the front of the plane, desperate to find any sort of life saving solution. the emergency doors were open, but nobody dared be the first to jump.
red fire going upwards. Buildings burning. People screaming. Everywhere chaos. The buildings on the side nervously await to see if they will be the next victims to this red dragon eating them up.
There is a flare in everyones heart, sometimes one persons flare is dim well the others is strong. Help ignite and help others find their flare, don’t let the good die out. <3
One time we lit a flare in my backyard. It started to crumble and stop burning. We added sticks and leaves to try to keep it going. It looked pathetic.
a burst like fireworks
brightness forever dimmed by distance to your eyes
but to mine, outshining the sun in all it’s glory
echoes of something long lost and forgotten stir within me
shivering and trailing up my spine
strengthening it with a steel I thought was forgotten
flame, an ember that spirals to the top of heights. not simply to drift, but in essence to spike; to release all accumulated energies in a cascading exertion of light.
flare look cool when they get shot. one time we set off a roadside flare in our backyard. i look things that go boom.
Fireworks. Visual perfume lighting up the sky. Pyrotecnical wonder. Flares, signaling the need for help! Come quickly!
stars alight the night and send eruptions of flames into the sky. red booming sunspots and cartwheels of light. dancing light, red night, climbing and leading slowly into large pinwheels of flame