half of aburger is like eatinbg half a cow so your a cannible if you eat itr and are a cow. Half an orange is not enough butr somethime a full orage is too much and thats depressing. I like orange juoce but not half a glass.
Courteney
One half of me wants to run. The other wants to stay and fight. I’m not decided yet on just what to do. I need a minute to think and breathe. I need a damn vacation. Somewhere where I don’t have to speak to anyone, just listen. I need to get away.
I felt my heart split in half with all the intesity of a chainsaw in a silent wood.
Jale
this is my second word
it’s the same one
nothing’s changed
half of me is still him
half of my heart is still with him
half of 1 is still 1/2
half of me is still missing.
My brother is still free, and is coming for me. I owe him half of why he was in jail.
You see, I turned him in to the police, but he commited the crime of robbing the bank.
Zachary Williams
i have no idea what im supposed to do with this or what im supposed to write about the word “half”. so far i’ve made it half way into 60 seconds and by the looks of it i’ll only be able to finish half of this sentence before time r
Wanna
half again. half again as much. I want half again as much, please. That’s always what I say in when I go to a restaurant. It goes over very well, as you can imagine. You should just see the look on the waitress’ faces. Sometimes they get nasty. “What, ya fat hog, you need more?”
ariel4thou
I was sitting down in the basement, next to the wine cellar. My second bottle was almost half gone, and I thought to myself “man, wouldn’t it be great if I had a party down here.” So I dusted off my old record player, put on a bb king record, and let myself go. Suddenly the family was here, my sons, my grand children, and even their children. Suddenly that bottle was half full.
andy sanchez
Half is the word that was for yesterday. There isn’t much to say other than what I wrote yesterday.
Many people either see the glass half empty or half full. I prefer the latter. half can be construed in so many different ways. It can either signify something positive or you can take it the exact opposite way. Half and Half creamer is the one I use in my Starbucks black coffee.
Karthik Parimal
We’re two halves of a whole; Two peas in a pod. Get on like a house on fire, they say. We’re as passionate, too. They talk in riddles and idioms and think they can describe us, but the words will never live up to the real thing.
Half. Cup half full. Cup half empty. Our perspective seems to matter on that one. Half gone, half here. Half of what you have. Half is a powerful word, underestimated.
Ellyn
when i am going to NYC
farah
blood
prince
snape
harry
potter
ling
whole
book
movie
glass
full
missing
gone
alone
Patrick McMillan
Half and half milk is used to be in coffee. Half rhymes with calf. This is really cool website. Ahhh I’ll get better at this. Half is 1/2, half is 0.5. Two halves of a whole.
Luna
half of the time i think about something that has no relevance to the life i am living it is a different world
Ekta
John popped out of the kitchen, holding two cups. He set one down in front of Sherlock and the other remained in his hands. He sipped from it quietly. On its rim, he saw Sherlock staring confusedly at his cup. He gave a small grunt of pleasure before turning to him, “What is it? Something wrong?”
“The cup is half-empty, John.”
John looked at the contents of the cup before shaking his head, “No, it’s half-full.”
“What–you were supposed to fill it with tea. Of course I’d complain about how much is in it not how much isn’t.”
“Well, it’s better than an empty cup, right?”
Sherlock looked at him skeptically, “But I asked you to make tea.”
“I could have said no,” John leaned back against his favourite chair.
“But you didn’t. You went in the kitchen and made tea.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll make it for you.”
“You set it down in front of me.”
“It could’ve been for Mycroft for all you care. I just set it down–does it mean it’s yours?”
“I’d assume it is, since I asked for one.”
“But did I nod at your request?”
“Yes.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. I could remember it as bright as day.”
John was getting peeved, “Oh, did you?”
“Yes. In fact, I can retell the whole event,” Sherlock sat up straight, “You went inside our flat like always after work, clearly tired by the expression on your face and quite peeved judging by the whiteness of your knuckles. I called out, “Tea, please,” and you looked at me at the corner of your eye–” John opened his mouth, but– “How can I tell? Your body is angled towards the bookshelves, between the windows and my position, so it isn’t hard to tell. Also–”
“Okay, you know what? Just–” John raised his hands up in defeat and stood up, grabbing the cup in front of Sherlock. He leaned his body towards the kitchen, however he was stopped by Sherlock’s left arm. He sneaked it upon John’s waist and used his right hand to grab the cup on John’s hands. John looked back at him and saw Sherlock drinking from it. Then, he gave John the cup again.
“That was a delightful half-filled cup of tea.” He smiled at him before letting go and sitting again on his chair, eyes focused on the floor.
John blinked for a couple of seconds before shrugging and reaching for his cup on the coffee table. He drank from it, eyes locked on Sherlock. When he was done, he stared at him openly before pressing his lips firmly and nodding, “Glad you liked it.”
Half? Half of what? Half a life? Can you live half a life? You either live or you don’t right? But half of it? What if you waste your life and when you start getting really old is when you start living? Could that be considered living half a life? But, who would want that? Shouldn’t we start enjoying life as soon as we get it?
Isabel Pinaud
personality thinking character positivity time changes life forward food drink way journey
elyna
half of the day is yet here.. and i have full of my enthusiasm intact!
A boon for me!
Maybe today i’ll make up for the time i’v lost… Just keeping my fingers crossed.
Monica
half of a whole is half still but half of two halves… o wright thats the same to well maybe halve of a half is different oh yeah its a forth cool!
tannerG
Looks like the first thing I remember is the word „Periannath“, which means Halflings, or Hobbits. That’s just that „The Lord of the Rings“ is one of my favourite books, along with „The Hobbit“ and „The Silmarillion“.
i like to view the cup as half full. not half empty. i also like to share half of my stuff with someone else. why wouldn’t I? isn’t that part of life. my mom taught me that sharing is important. one time I gave my best friend half of my cookie. it was good and we still talk about that time.
Jodi
Half of what was left of me.
Half of my dreams within my reach.
My other half.
Jannah
there was 1/2 a cake left from the party. once again the number of RSVPs never match the actual number of arrivals. are people to scared to say no to an invite. if they are never going to be there surely it would be more polite to just decline then say yes and fail to arrive.
half of what i know i wish i didnt…. the other half is sinking down to my toes.
i think of reaching down and grabbing hold of it but i watch it all, everything, just fall.
neala
full, a puzzle to be solved, sharing and friendship, better half thinking of ones ideals.
Christina Fowler-Thias
Half in, half out. Half alive, half hidden. I feel as if I am half alive, half here, half breathing. Like a lung collapsed in my chest or there’s a creature trying to rip me into multiples because I haven’t given him what he wholly wants. Only half. Half of life is lived without consent, the other half is me choosing.
Half a pint of milk sat on the counter. All he could do was to stare at it. It was the last thing she touched. And now she was gone. Milk was not something he could keep forever. The logical part of him knew that, but the emotional part of him could not bring himself to throw it down the sink.
Lisa-Marie
as he sat next to me on the couch, all i wanted to feel right then was his lips on my forehead and the warmth his arms could offer me. but everyone knows how things don’t turn out the way you want them to.
“go” he choked out, “i’ll be fine, next time you are on this same couch, i’ll be here still.”
i looked at the boy i loved so dearly and left, half-heartedly. i didn’t want to. but i had to
hiddy
half is better than nothing , but sometimes it’s not satisfied by just a half of something.
salma
If i had half a million dollars, i would be happy. Half the stuff i would get wouldnt even make sense . i would by stuff just to buy it. half is a dumb word to use. i cant think of things
O'Nesha Johnson
My half is just like me, My half was with me for 18yr. My half is always there for me. My half is identical… MY half is MY TWIN BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dynasty Young
Half again? Is somebody asleep at the wheel? Did someone pull a half-ass job on this website? We did this word yesterday! I feel like half a man if I don’t get to write enough during the day. I wrote for 750 words this morning and this is CUPCAKE EASY.
Mr. Eric (The Teacher)
Half and half. Half into a whole. One person falling for half of another person. Needing the other half to really fall for that person.
Daij
warmth is when you hug somebody
warmth is when you hid under the blanket
warmth is when you rub your hands together
qi
half full
half siblings
half of a heart
half way here
i can half way hear you
i half way wanna be here
i half way finished my dinner
i half way cleaned my room
i half way do my chores
Shanice Woodosn
half of me half of my world half of my life has been taken from me. you are half of me you are half of my heart i love you cause your half of my life !
half of aburger is like eatinbg half a cow so your a cannible if you eat itr and are a cow. Half an orange is not enough butr somethime a full orage is too much and thats depressing. I like orange juoce but not half a glass.
One half of me wants to run. The other wants to stay and fight. I’m not decided yet on just what to do. I need a minute to think and breathe. I need a damn vacation. Somewhere where I don’t have to speak to anyone, just listen. I need to get away.
I felt my heart split in half with all the intesity of a chainsaw in a silent wood.
this is my second word
it’s the same one
nothing’s changed
half of me is still him
half of my heart is still with him
half of 1 is still 1/2
half of me is still missing.
half full
half filled
half empty
half hearted
half loved, never be loved maybe
I just want your half of your love that I deserve
less than one met a bit more than nothing.
My brother is still free, and is coming for me. I owe him half of why he was in jail.
You see, I turned him in to the police, but he commited the crime of robbing the bank.
i have no idea what im supposed to do with this or what im supposed to write about the word “half”. so far i’ve made it half way into 60 seconds and by the looks of it i’ll only be able to finish half of this sentence before time r
half again. half again as much. I want half again as much, please. That’s always what I say in when I go to a restaurant. It goes over very well, as you can imagine. You should just see the look on the waitress’ faces. Sometimes they get nasty. “What, ya fat hog, you need more?”
I was sitting down in the basement, next to the wine cellar. My second bottle was almost half gone, and I thought to myself “man, wouldn’t it be great if I had a party down here.” So I dusted off my old record player, put on a bb king record, and let myself go. Suddenly the family was here, my sons, my grand children, and even their children. Suddenly that bottle was half full.
Half is the word that was for yesterday. There isn’t much to say other than what I wrote yesterday.
Many people either see the glass half empty or half full. I prefer the latter. half can be construed in so many different ways. It can either signify something positive or you can take it the exact opposite way. Half and Half creamer is the one I use in my Starbucks black coffee.
We’re two halves of a whole; Two peas in a pod. Get on like a house on fire, they say. We’re as passionate, too. They talk in riddles and idioms and think they can describe us, but the words will never live up to the real thing.
Half. Cup half full. Cup half empty. Our perspective seems to matter on that one. Half gone, half here. Half of what you have. Half is a powerful word, underestimated.
when i am going to NYC
blood
prince
snape
harry
potter
ling
whole
book
movie
glass
full
missing
gone
alone
Half and half milk is used to be in coffee. Half rhymes with calf. This is really cool website. Ahhh I’ll get better at this. Half is 1/2, half is 0.5. Two halves of a whole.
half of the time i think about something that has no relevance to the life i am living it is a different world
John popped out of the kitchen, holding two cups. He set one down in front of Sherlock and the other remained in his hands. He sipped from it quietly. On its rim, he saw Sherlock staring confusedly at his cup. He gave a small grunt of pleasure before turning to him, “What is it? Something wrong?”
“The cup is half-empty, John.”
John looked at the contents of the cup before shaking his head, “No, it’s half-full.”
“What–you were supposed to fill it with tea. Of course I’d complain about how much is in it not how much isn’t.”
“Well, it’s better than an empty cup, right?”
Sherlock looked at him skeptically, “But I asked you to make tea.”
“I could have said no,” John leaned back against his favourite chair.
“But you didn’t. You went in the kitchen and made tea.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll make it for you.”
“You set it down in front of me.”
“It could’ve been for Mycroft for all you care. I just set it down–does it mean it’s yours?”
“I’d assume it is, since I asked for one.”
“But did I nod at your request?”
“Yes.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. I could remember it as bright as day.”
John was getting peeved, “Oh, did you?”
“Yes. In fact, I can retell the whole event,” Sherlock sat up straight, “You went inside our flat like always after work, clearly tired by the expression on your face and quite peeved judging by the whiteness of your knuckles. I called out, “Tea, please,” and you looked at me at the corner of your eye–” John opened his mouth, but– “How can I tell? Your body is angled towards the bookshelves, between the windows and my position, so it isn’t hard to tell. Also–”
“Okay, you know what? Just–” John raised his hands up in defeat and stood up, grabbing the cup in front of Sherlock. He leaned his body towards the kitchen, however he was stopped by Sherlock’s left arm. He sneaked it upon John’s waist and used his right hand to grab the cup on John’s hands. John looked back at him and saw Sherlock drinking from it. Then, he gave John the cup again.
“That was a delightful half-filled cup of tea.” He smiled at him before letting go and sitting again on his chair, eyes focused on the floor.
John blinked for a couple of seconds before shrugging and reaching for his cup on the coffee table. He drank from it, eyes locked on Sherlock. When he was done, he stared at him openly before pressing his lips firmly and nodding, “Glad you liked it.”
Half? Half of what? Half a life? Can you live half a life? You either live or you don’t right? But half of it? What if you waste your life and when you start getting really old is when you start living? Could that be considered living half a life? But, who would want that? Shouldn’t we start enjoying life as soon as we get it?
personality thinking character positivity time changes life forward food drink way journey
half of the day is yet here.. and i have full of my enthusiasm intact!
A boon for me!
Maybe today i’ll make up for the time i’v lost… Just keeping my fingers crossed.
half of a whole is half still but half of two halves… o wright thats the same to well maybe halve of a half is different oh yeah its a forth cool!
Looks like the first thing I remember is the word „Periannath“, which means Halflings, or Hobbits. That’s just that „The Lord of the Rings“ is one of my favourite books, along with „The Hobbit“ and „The Silmarillion“.
i like to view the cup as half full. not half empty. i also like to share half of my stuff with someone else. why wouldn’t I? isn’t that part of life. my mom taught me that sharing is important. one time I gave my best friend half of my cookie. it was good and we still talk about that time.
Half of what was left of me.
Half of my dreams within my reach.
My other half.
there was 1/2 a cake left from the party. once again the number of RSVPs never match the actual number of arrivals. are people to scared to say no to an invite. if they are never going to be there surely it would be more polite to just decline then say yes and fail to arrive.
half of what i know i wish i didnt…. the other half is sinking down to my toes.
i think of reaching down and grabbing hold of it but i watch it all, everything, just fall.
full, a puzzle to be solved, sharing and friendship, better half thinking of ones ideals.
Half in, half out. Half alive, half hidden. I feel as if I am half alive, half here, half breathing. Like a lung collapsed in my chest or there’s a creature trying to rip me into multiples because I haven’t given him what he wholly wants. Only half. Half of life is lived without consent, the other half is me choosing.
Half a pint of milk sat on the counter. All he could do was to stare at it. It was the last thing she touched. And now she was gone. Milk was not something he could keep forever. The logical part of him knew that, but the emotional part of him could not bring himself to throw it down the sink.
as he sat next to me on the couch, all i wanted to feel right then was his lips on my forehead and the warmth his arms could offer me. but everyone knows how things don’t turn out the way you want them to.
“go” he choked out, “i’ll be fine, next time you are on this same couch, i’ll be here still.”
i looked at the boy i loved so dearly and left, half-heartedly. i didn’t want to. but i had to
half is better than nothing , but sometimes it’s not satisfied by just a half of something.
If i had half a million dollars, i would be happy. Half the stuff i would get wouldnt even make sense . i would by stuff just to buy it. half is a dumb word to use. i cant think of things
My half is just like me, My half was with me for 18yr. My half is always there for me. My half is identical… MY half is MY TWIN BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Half again? Is somebody asleep at the wheel? Did someone pull a half-ass job on this website? We did this word yesterday! I feel like half a man if I don’t get to write enough during the day. I wrote for 750 words this morning and this is CUPCAKE EASY.
Half and half. Half into a whole. One person falling for half of another person. Needing the other half to really fall for that person.
warmth is when you hug somebody
warmth is when you hid under the blanket
warmth is when you rub your hands together
half full
half siblings
half of a heart
half way here
i can half way hear you
i half way wanna be here
i half way finished my dinner
i half way cleaned my room
i half way do my chores
half of me half of my world half of my life has been taken from me. you are half of me you are half of my heart i love you cause your half of my life !