Oh wow. I didn’t even know that word so I had to close the window and look it up and then come back to write about it. Now knowing what it means I actually have to say I don’t have any thoughts on that whatsoever. There have been better words, oneword, I must tell you. Icing was a tough one already but this totally tops it off.
I’ll come back for more (and better, hopefully) tomorrow.
Fuses is not a word that i know but if i had time i would have googled it up and written better stuff here. Fuses i guess is related with the biology that i studied in school or maybe I am wrong. time is almost up and I have not written anything worthwhile.
aastha
I asked her,
“Why do you know so much about things like, changing the doorknob and removing the circuit fuse?”
She said,
When you father leaves your mom at 8,
you start trying to do things that he used to.
Franchesca
My fuse is about to blow
You have no idea what you’ve done
Blood slides off me
The bathroom smells of vomit
Relapse
Because of your ignorance
Your cruelty
How could you betray me?
How could you fake what I’ve wanted for so long?
How could you wrap me around your little finger
Then crush me under your thumb?
She sleeps
But she does not wake
In the cold ground
Of a London graveyard
Because of you
How did I believe you?
It was my own stupidity
My own naivety
Fucking idiot
I deserved this
I deserve the punishment for believing your lies
Your transparent douchebaggery
Three people down
How many more to go?
Am I to be the next one buried?
Is there a list?
Can I see it?
Cameron-Audrey
The fuse on this man was short. Like a terrier after a turkey, the man would spring on any human who happened across his path when his mood had turned sour. This stubborn bulled headed fellow is unfortunately the protagonist of my novel…It is hard to comprehend what the universe could have in store for such a man with zero patience and severe lack of Hygiene…But alas my readers thus enters the most powerful force against all types of men, suave and mannered or in our case an angst filled man. This dazzling force was named Juniper, Juniper Manson.
Alesha
What does that even mean?
rdfjk
Horst nickte nachdenklich und betrachtete die Dose von unten. Dann stellte er sie auf den metallenen Tisch und steckte seine Hände in die -zig Taschen seiner Zimmermannshose. Er legte einen Zollstock, einen Flaschenöffner, sieben Kronkorken und ein Stück Schnur auf den Tisch, bis er schließlich eine zerdrückte Packung Streichhölzer fand. Er lächelte.
a thousand candles flickering in my chest and I exhale, hot breath, hot smoke, dripping heavy candlewax dribbling and melting together into a bouquet of flames and as you catch my eye something catches in my throat tick tick tick boom.
fuses the things in your car that blow
the things that make your lights and stuff work
the stem of a bomb
the thing you light to make the bomb go BOOM!
fuses… my temper..
i have a short fuse for my temper!!!!!!!!!
brittany
I went downstairs to check the fuses in total blackout darkness. I could feel breathing on my neck and turned around but no one was there. Was it the darkness breathing on my neck letting me know I wasn’t alone, or was it him, telling me I wasn’t alone?
Annie Shay
I am gratified to hear of your promotion
You have surely worked hard in your field
All the skills you have used as premonition
You have lit the job’s fuse while we’ve reeled
this website keeps giving me the word fuses. i don’t know what the word ‘fuses’ is supposed to mean. according to the dictionary, it means something relating to a safety device consisting of a strip of wire that melts
Michelle Lei
I like fuses. They represent something deeper than the first simple look. They are symbolic of something dark and hidden inside each of us. What sets us off? Light the fuse and find out. Sometimes, we don’t even know, but the fuse is ready to burn its last fibers and out of nowhere, we are different. Changed into something that was there all along, but something we never knew we were before.
pete
I lit up fuses for her so she could see the world. Fireworks blazed across the night sky, showing her things that she could only imagine, flickers of places that she could only dream of visiting.
But, at the end, the light always ran out. And so, the world was dark until I found a fuse again.
Hey raks if there is no power how bore this world will be. But we too have fun, love, romance, life at any time of this world. I can make you enthu by our love. I can make you energetic by our love. Am i right dear.
laxmi
She is a short fuse, filled to the brim with light and thievery and deceit. You hold your ground in the form of flipped coins and the sweet sweet scent of JUSTICE. You and her are fuses that are crossed so tightly together you spark and clash all the god damned time.
Fuses are the lights in darkness. It illuminates the paths of those who falter, and will therefore not come to ruin. Fuses once an item of destruction light the paths of our offsprings.
Cuddles
the fuses are coming undone. from every corner and every aspect of her life she can feel it unwinding and laying on the floor in a pile with all the other mess. how did this happen? so fast and so suddenly. it came out of no where and just knocked her off of her feet. now there was nothing more to think
remaincalmxx
I wonder if the reason I can’t make the plugs on the porch work has something to do with the electrical fuses. I don’t know much at all about electricity, but no one else seems to understand what the problem is with the sockets. I guess I’ll at last have to call an electrician.
Lucinda
It reminded her of a better time. A period when her family were all gathered up around the front gate of their tiny yet large enough home, awaiting the lighting of the red popping fireworks. This was a time when they were all together. One big happy family. Oh how she wished she could go back.
Vy Tran
Complete,empty blackness.Not a spot of light anywhere! I’m in an unfamiliar room and the fuses have just blown. EEEEK! I can wander around with my arms stretched out and try not to fall over. I can sit down and wait – but it’s a concrete floor and I don’t fancy waiting around for help. After all, no-one knows I’m down here. ..
Betty Barker
combination of items as a river joins a sea, as a person finds pleasure when joining someone else´s body, this ability produces lots of possibilities, satisfaction and mistakes.
Juan
I’m at the end of my fuse with you.
I feel like my footsteps are pre-destined.
The BrighT LighT Of thE FuturE SlideS In anD Out LikE The BeacoN Light Of a LightHousE.
Calling me in.
Toward the ImminenT DarknesS.
Everything will be okay.
It will all be okay.
We are n
othing.
and
everything.
But we are certainly something.
the fuses connecting the house to the power lines exploded causing a black out and fires. no one was hurt but everyone was shocked. most people stayed with other family for power.
Emma
I’m at the end of my fuse with you.
Do you know that the end feels like?
There’s this rushing, fleeting BrighT LighT ThaT FadeS In aNd Out Like The BeacoN LighT Of a LightHousE.
Leading us to the end,
WherE The LighT BecomeS DarK And wE FinD Our True SelveS.
Alex Sharp
rhymes with the word muse, an entity that most poets are inspired and moved by
makes me think of heat, sparks, a hungry mouth gaping black cinders and orange cigarette kisses. warm, and passionatly distressed.
it would eat the whole world if it could. it would swallow a black whole if it could.
it would numb itself, sedate its soul to be anything but hungry if it could
Camille
They were the pair of wineglasses gifted to her on her twenty-first birthday.
But she didn’t need wine.
She needed more time.
So she got the glasses remolded, as one, and filled the fragile structure with sand in her favorite color.
a short fuse or a long fuse it doesnt matter it always ends on the road to anger when ones fuse has been let loose. the greatest lesson in life is to learn how to defuse. That way when your fuse has been unleashed no harm can be done to you or your loved ones.
“It’s the fuses, it’s the fuses” she shouted when all the lights went out. The guests were screaming and running amuck and she realized that the house was old and the fuses were blowing all the time. Unfortunately this time they blew at the wrong time.
fuses are loose things that when one releases one can never control. some people have short ones other people have long whatever fuse you decide to have when let lose things that you would never imagined could happen. because a fuse can only be found on the way to anger.
ariana
fuses, are extremely short for most people. sometimes they can be long, and don’t burn easy. My fathers fuse, however, is extremely short, and very flammable… this has been a huge problem for us since i was a child. still is a problem.
Meagan
Bombs. I hate bombs. and killing. And loud noises. In fact, I have to wear ear plugs on the fourth of July because of the explosions. ugh. It can be so awkward. but I also think of people who get pissed off easily. It reminds me of Tanner and how I really don’t like making him mad because then he wont talk to me.
In my life friendship has always been this dividing line of me caring and going to great lengths for people, emotional support when I really needed to be doing other things, drives to be there for someone at three in the morning, and of other people not giving a damn about me other than how I can benefit them. Some how this parasitic need is what fuses me with those I say are the closes to me. Some how, it forces me to smile and plead for someones sanity with the full knowledge that they’re planning to repay me with a kick in the teeth.
fuses are used to protect electronic circuits from catastrophic destruction due to the failure of any single component. They are burned under over current or short circuit
Yuval
it lit up, and it sparked a million sparks. dancing all around with it’s arms in a bright orange flurry. it’s flowing from his and her hands and it was felt in his head. and when it reached his heart the fuse let out the biggest explosion inside of him that nothing that the universe ever heard or ever contained. and it was only silent.
lamps. always with the lames. then FUSES what.. those things with the lighting they are always everywhere and then never work when you need them… its like man. fuses. white, long, sparky. lamp… more lamps light
Danyell
fuses, like in a circuit breaker box. that was about 100 typos before i could type the word box, sometimes when i like try and do something, it just takes about 5 times before i get it right. makes me feel like a douche. Dammit, it sucks. That’s it. Time is running out. Let’s do this again, one word.
Tony
It’s me and my love now, only us. Not only our souls, but our destinies are fused together. The joy is too much to take, what more will these fuses elate for me?
Ariel Suarez
Sparks grow as if they never had any limits
Enraged they take over the conscious mind
revolution starts
people changes
make you sparks note worthy
otherwise you are just blowing smoke
spark me up and make it worth it
yet make it something worthwhile. sparks are chances, not guarantees
Oh wow. I didn’t even know that word so I had to close the window and look it up and then come back to write about it. Now knowing what it means I actually have to say I don’t have any thoughts on that whatsoever. There have been better words, oneword, I must tell you. Icing was a tough one already but this totally tops it off.
I’ll come back for more (and better, hopefully) tomorrow.
Fuses is not a word that i know but if i had time i would have googled it up and written better stuff here. Fuses i guess is related with the biology that i studied in school or maybe I am wrong. time is almost up and I have not written anything worthwhile.
I asked her,
“Why do you know so much about things like, changing the doorknob and removing the circuit fuse?”
She said,
When you father leaves your mom at 8,
you start trying to do things that he used to.
My fuse is about to blow
You have no idea what you’ve done
Blood slides off me
The bathroom smells of vomit
Relapse
Because of your ignorance
Your cruelty
How could you betray me?
How could you fake what I’ve wanted for so long?
How could you wrap me around your little finger
Then crush me under your thumb?
She sleeps
But she does not wake
In the cold ground
Of a London graveyard
Because of you
How did I believe you?
It was my own stupidity
My own naivety
Fucking idiot
I deserved this
I deserve the punishment for believing your lies
Your transparent douchebaggery
Three people down
How many more to go?
Am I to be the next one buried?
Is there a list?
Can I see it?
The fuse on this man was short. Like a terrier after a turkey, the man would spring on any human who happened across his path when his mood had turned sour. This stubborn bulled headed fellow is unfortunately the protagonist of my novel…It is hard to comprehend what the universe could have in store for such a man with zero patience and severe lack of Hygiene…But alas my readers thus enters the most powerful force against all types of men, suave and mannered or in our case an angst filled man. This dazzling force was named Juniper, Juniper Manson.
What does that even mean?
Horst nickte nachdenklich und betrachtete die Dose von unten. Dann stellte er sie auf den metallenen Tisch und steckte seine Hände in die -zig Taschen seiner Zimmermannshose. Er legte einen Zollstock, einen Flaschenöffner, sieben Kronkorken und ein Stück Schnur auf den Tisch, bis er schließlich eine zerdrückte Packung Streichhölzer fand. Er lächelte.
a thousand candles flickering in my chest and I exhale, hot breath, hot smoke, dripping heavy candlewax dribbling and melting together into a bouquet of flames and as you catch my eye something catches in my throat tick tick tick boom.
fuses the things in your car that blow
the things that make your lights and stuff work
the stem of a bomb
the thing you light to make the bomb go BOOM!
fuses… my temper..
i have a short fuse for my temper!!!!!!!!!
I went downstairs to check the fuses in total blackout darkness. I could feel breathing on my neck and turned around but no one was there. Was it the darkness breathing on my neck letting me know I wasn’t alone, or was it him, telling me I wasn’t alone?
I am gratified to hear of your promotion
You have surely worked hard in your field
All the skills you have used as premonition
You have lit the job’s fuse while we’ve reeled
this website keeps giving me the word fuses. i don’t know what the word ‘fuses’ is supposed to mean. according to the dictionary, it means something relating to a safety device consisting of a strip of wire that melts
I like fuses. They represent something deeper than the first simple look. They are symbolic of something dark and hidden inside each of us. What sets us off? Light the fuse and find out. Sometimes, we don’t even know, but the fuse is ready to burn its last fibers and out of nowhere, we are different. Changed into something that was there all along, but something we never knew we were before.
I lit up fuses for her so she could see the world. Fireworks blazed across the night sky, showing her things that she could only imagine, flickers of places that she could only dream of visiting.
But, at the end, the light always ran out. And so, the world was dark until I found a fuse again.
Hey raks if there is no power how bore this world will be. But we too have fun, love, romance, life at any time of this world. I can make you enthu by our love. I can make you energetic by our love. Am i right dear.
She is a short fuse, filled to the brim with light and thievery and deceit. You hold your ground in the form of flipped coins and the sweet sweet scent of JUSTICE. You and her are fuses that are crossed so tightly together you spark and clash all the god damned time.
Fuses are the lights in darkness. It illuminates the paths of those who falter, and will therefore not come to ruin. Fuses once an item of destruction light the paths of our offsprings.
the fuses are coming undone. from every corner and every aspect of her life she can feel it unwinding and laying on the floor in a pile with all the other mess. how did this happen? so fast and so suddenly. it came out of no where and just knocked her off of her feet. now there was nothing more to think
I wonder if the reason I can’t make the plugs on the porch work has something to do with the electrical fuses. I don’t know much at all about electricity, but no one else seems to understand what the problem is with the sockets. I guess I’ll at last have to call an electrician.
It reminded her of a better time. A period when her family were all gathered up around the front gate of their tiny yet large enough home, awaiting the lighting of the red popping fireworks. This was a time when they were all together. One big happy family. Oh how she wished she could go back.
Complete,empty blackness.Not a spot of light anywhere! I’m in an unfamiliar room and the fuses have just blown. EEEEK! I can wander around with my arms stretched out and try not to fall over. I can sit down and wait – but it’s a concrete floor and I don’t fancy waiting around for help. After all, no-one knows I’m down here. ..
combination of items as a river joins a sea, as a person finds pleasure when joining someone else´s body, this ability produces lots of possibilities, satisfaction and mistakes.
I’m at the end of my fuse with you.
I feel like my footsteps are pre-destined.
The BrighT LighT Of thE FuturE SlideS In anD Out LikE The BeacoN Light Of a LightHousE.
Calling me in.
Toward the ImminenT DarknesS.
Everything will be okay.
It will all be okay.
We are n
othing.
and
everything.
But we are certainly something.
the fuses connecting the house to the power lines exploded causing a black out and fires. no one was hurt but everyone was shocked. most people stayed with other family for power.
I’m at the end of my fuse with you.
Do you know that the end feels like?
There’s this rushing, fleeting BrighT LighT ThaT FadeS In aNd Out Like The BeacoN LighT Of a LightHousE.
Leading us to the end,
WherE The LighT BecomeS DarK And wE FinD Our True SelveS.
rhymes with the word muse, an entity that most poets are inspired and moved by
makes me think of heat, sparks, a hungry mouth gaping black cinders and orange cigarette kisses. warm, and passionatly distressed.
it would eat the whole world if it could. it would swallow a black whole if it could.
it would numb itself, sedate its soul to be anything but hungry if it could
They were the pair of wineglasses gifted to her on her twenty-first birthday.
But she didn’t need wine.
She needed more time.
So she got the glasses remolded, as one, and filled the fragile structure with sand in her favorite color.
a short fuse or a long fuse it doesnt matter it always ends on the road to anger when ones fuse has been let loose. the greatest lesson in life is to learn how to defuse. That way when your fuse has been unleashed no harm can be done to you or your loved ones.
“It’s the fuses, it’s the fuses” she shouted when all the lights went out. The guests were screaming and running amuck and she realized that the house was old and the fuses were blowing all the time. Unfortunately this time they blew at the wrong time.
fuses are loose things that when one releases one can never control. some people have short ones other people have long whatever fuse you decide to have when let lose things that you would never imagined could happen. because a fuse can only be found on the way to anger.
fuses, are extremely short for most people. sometimes they can be long, and don’t burn easy. My fathers fuse, however, is extremely short, and very flammable… this has been a huge problem for us since i was a child. still is a problem.
Bombs. I hate bombs. and killing. And loud noises. In fact, I have to wear ear plugs on the fourth of July because of the explosions. ugh. It can be so awkward. but I also think of people who get pissed off easily. It reminds me of Tanner and how I really don’t like making him mad because then he wont talk to me.
Fuses come in all forms. Some are used in electrical appliances. Others can be found in humans – as in people with short fuses.
In my life friendship has always been this dividing line of me caring and going to great lengths for people, emotional support when I really needed to be doing other things, drives to be there for someone at three in the morning, and of other people not giving a damn about me other than how I can benefit them. Some how this parasitic need is what fuses me with those I say are the closes to me. Some how, it forces me to smile and plead for someones sanity with the full knowledge that they’re planning to repay me with a kick in the teeth.
fuses are used to protect electronic circuits from catastrophic destruction due to the failure of any single component. They are burned under over current or short circuit
it lit up, and it sparked a million sparks. dancing all around with it’s arms in a bright orange flurry. it’s flowing from his and her hands and it was felt in his head. and when it reached his heart the fuse let out the biggest explosion inside of him that nothing that the universe ever heard or ever contained. and it was only silent.
lamps. always with the lames. then FUSES what.. those things with the lighting they are always everywhere and then never work when you need them… its like man. fuses. white, long, sparky. lamp… more lamps light
fuses, like in a circuit breaker box. that was about 100 typos before i could type the word box, sometimes when i like try and do something, it just takes about 5 times before i get it right. makes me feel like a douche. Dammit, it sucks. That’s it. Time is running out. Let’s do this again, one word.
It’s me and my love now, only us. Not only our souls, but our destinies are fused together. The joy is too much to take, what more will these fuses elate for me?
Sparks grow as if they never had any limits
Enraged they take over the conscious mind
revolution starts
people changes
make you sparks note worthy
otherwise you are just blowing smoke
spark me up and make it worth it
yet make it something worthwhile. sparks are chances, not guarantees