by the river in winter it’s always icy, but it still flows as the trees drop their leaves. the mud is crunchy. and the frogs have left.
Phil
The world was cold, especially in antartica and you know what? It’s the best place to store your beer and soda because that kind of cold isn’t just cold….it’s ice cold. You can’t leave it out though or else it will just be ice. Why do they say ice cold if it is cold but not frozen in ice?
SlyTheFox
The floor was icy on my feet which were fresh out of bed. It woke me far better than the piercing shriek of the alarm which I had reluctantly turned off moments before. I walked across the hard-wood floor quickly, taking care to press as little of my foot against the horizontal panels.
Anne Johnson
cold, wet and damp. snow in the winter. sledding. damn tree stump got in my way. Derrick Shorey and friggin “scar face”. long roads from there through the navy. horrible being with those idiots all those long months. very nice to be away from it all.
Sara
The cup remained half full as he drove with the windows down. His tongue and lips had turned blue as the rain pounded through the windows and all over his face. He drove on. Places to go.
S.A. Mossman
like her soul
when i caught her lying in bed with me
lying in bed
she cares not what happens
she just wants it over
she just wants her next fix
she’s icy
argblack
When my shoes are treadless, the pavement’s always icy and the floor is wet.
When my limbs are in the air, my fingers freeze.
franabelle
an icy tree shatters in the wind while the clouds bubble up with debris. it is incredible the chaos that surrounds the storm and the calmness of the people inside.
Mora
Icy chill on the windows. I’m freezing. The snow blankets the trees. I curl up tighter amongst piles of fleece. I wonder if the trees are as warm as I am. And if they are sleeping…
Elle
He couldn’t believe how icy the glacier had become. It was a block of ice, but really, this slippery in one night? He walked across the flat plain of the top of the glacier, and as he breathed a visible fog marked the path of his breath. He looked up, the aurora borialis was beautiful tonight.
Jack McCormick
your fingers are so icy cold you can barely feel them, yet they burn, red with the freezing air. you breathe on them, hot breath steaming weakly from your lips.
the startling winds howl and whip past you, snaking almost indecently around your unprotected limbs.
you wrap your arms around your shaking body, hunch over, and continue to walk. your lips tremble, your teeth chatter. every bone jolts and aches as you stagger down the street.
you should have worn a coat.
eli
His icy stare hit me from across the room. I felt as if I had know him but could not place from where. Obviously it was not a good memory for him. I felt the coolness with which he watched as I waited for the subway. Where did I know him from? Why can I not remember.
nat
It’s a strange word, “icy.” I guess it reminds me of where I’m from, Vermont, because during the winter the ice storms can be so severe that I have to melt my car door before I can open it in the morning, or it’ll freeze open so I have to hold it close while I drive. I don’t like the ice, and I don’t like Vermont. I should move, but I don’t have the money, energy, or motivation.
Jessica
stare. Ice cream Popsicles, strawberry. Red stains on your lips big blue eyes questioning. Summer time drips away melts into winter.
bunny
It was the december snow of 42. The Germans had just invaded my little town of Glouchestire. All hope was lost, but then Chuck Norris came all over their faces in a blast of icy frenzy. They all died, the end.
Greg
the world began to spin as the crystal clear substance reversed what seemed to be so real…
j squared
the icy fridgid waters raged around the four students as they struggled to keep their boat above the water. Suddenly, beneath the icy water, Johnny spotted what they were looking for. But who would be brave enough to dive into the river?
Andrew Holder
icy cold ice cream rocky road is muy delicoso my girlfriend’s favorite. i had my doubts but now i kinda like it. the almonds and marshmellows are a nice touch, but old school chocolate is still on point. old school vanilla as well. or pussy vanilla as another friend calls it. i learned the hard way. i was made fun for it. dont worry about me, im stronger for it now
George
your heart.
raeli.
frozen breath, bundled with a scarf and fuzzy jacket and goddamn these winters where you can never feel warm enough, always the fingers of wind and barebone chill under my skin, trudge through each day wishing spring were on the horizon but there is only white sunrise and more snow from the grey skies
m hunter
Icy cold looks from my husband from across the room told me that I had gone to far. I knew he didn’t want me to pursue the conversation that we were having about visiting his sister next summer
GeorgeAnn Dingus
cold, it freezes me, i can’t move around in all this ice, burr, a stereotypical response, i can’t breathe anymore because everything is so cold and no one is here with me to give me their warmth, but it’s ok I guess, but everything is so icy, icy, icy, icy, can i type when my fingers are frozen solid?
whitney
the wind blowing in my ear as i walk up the hill, icy, deadly, biting half of me off, the other half when i walk down. winters, snow, ice, snow, ice, arctic cold, gray gray for months on end, icy, icy wind blowing in my ear, biting half of me off, the other on on the way down.
Taddy
The earth was a sheet of black ice. It could have eaten me alive, but instead I took baby steps, attempting to appease the dark winter gods in soft obsequiousness. I slipped and fell on the ice that night. Sitting there outside her dorm, cradling my broken bones as snow fell softly around me. I hate that black ice, the ground outside that building, the overwhelming emotion of that space. All of it inevitably linked to her, to falling in love and to falling on the ice, to my weakness, undeniable and all-encompassing, as much as I try to pretend I still appreciate the change of the seasons.
Lucy
the gin i was drinking was dilluted by an icy layer. but i still felt the burn as it soared down my throat into my veins, lungs, and subconcious thoughts. icy bliss once again.
robin
It was the girl with the icy glare. The girl with black and white plaid hoodie. The girl with a terrible case of antisocial personality disorder and showed a lack of social skills that was worse than even his genius twin brother could not top. That is the girl that would save both him and because of her, he would save the world as we knew it.
Hann
Her icy expression threw me off just a bit. I had been nothing but kind to her ever since I had met her. She looked over her blue-framed glasses across the room, pretending that she was reading a book. When she glanced away I shot a spit ball at her and missed.
Amanda
icy is a weird word i donot even know what to write about. since i donot know what it means in the first place do i donot know what to say but you said to write so i am writing.
nervana
Well um.. this girl I’ve noticed for the past couple of years is a real cold heart – icy. I always think about trying.. but I don’t wanna to risk everything.
Wesley
Icy sucks. I don’t like icy one bit. It’s cold, and not much fun at all. Ice gets on everything in the winter. Although man made ice for the purpose of beverages is very cool. Literally cool, but then after awhile it melts so instead of making your beverage just cold it’s now luke warm and watered down.
Rebecca Rader
Her icy stare made him quiver.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
He was not particularly comfortable around her and this experience was only making matters worse.
Icy snow-days make me feel like a child again. Not that I’m old or anything, but I still yearn to live without social bounds and play in the snow and make snow men and build so forts and have snow ball fights on sleds.
Y
cold shit… you know.. the things you slide on.. cant really do any better than that. Icy’s good..
Håvard
the roads were icy that night. she gripped the steering wheel tighter and her shoulders began to tense. can’t this damn car go any faster? she could feel the tires slipping, but it didn’t matter. she was getting away.
becky
Icy water sprayed her in the face, choking her for an instant, leaving her panting for air. She tried to race to the surface but her heart beat slowed and her hands felt like a lump of coal.
Angie
The icy road was all i could see. Even though i was thinking of her there was only the road ahead of me. Thinking of her brown eyes and gorgeous hair confused me and why im driving down this road. My conscious was telling me a different part of the story
Mario
cold and dark around me I saw him looking though the ice. And when I saw him I was alarmed to feel so warm. I knew he didn’t have long to live he was was looking desperate
andre
The icy road causes many car crashes. My ex-girlfriends are all icy to me. I don’t like icees, anyone who buys them is a loser and has nothing better to do with their lives. Icy winters are cozy.
Dennis
this for some reason reminds me of a winter wonderland party, with fun snowflakes!
Alix
Icy ice. Frozen thoughts inside an old, abused mind.
How a review of the past helps me now, I don’t know!
by the river in winter it’s always icy, but it still flows as the trees drop their leaves. the mud is crunchy. and the frogs have left.
The world was cold, especially in antartica and you know what? It’s the best place to store your beer and soda because that kind of cold isn’t just cold….it’s ice cold. You can’t leave it out though or else it will just be ice. Why do they say ice cold if it is cold but not frozen in ice?
The floor was icy on my feet which were fresh out of bed. It woke me far better than the piercing shriek of the alarm which I had reluctantly turned off moments before. I walked across the hard-wood floor quickly, taking care to press as little of my foot against the horizontal panels.
cold, wet and damp. snow in the winter. sledding. damn tree stump got in my way. Derrick Shorey and friggin “scar face”. long roads from there through the navy. horrible being with those idiots all those long months. very nice to be away from it all.
The cup remained half full as he drove with the windows down. His tongue and lips had turned blue as the rain pounded through the windows and all over his face. He drove on. Places to go.
like her soul
when i caught her lying in bed with me
lying in bed
she cares not what happens
she just wants it over
she just wants her next fix
she’s icy
When my shoes are treadless, the pavement’s always icy and the floor is wet.
When my limbs are in the air, my fingers freeze.
an icy tree shatters in the wind while the clouds bubble up with debris. it is incredible the chaos that surrounds the storm and the calmness of the people inside.
Icy chill on the windows. I’m freezing. The snow blankets the trees. I curl up tighter amongst piles of fleece. I wonder if the trees are as warm as I am. And if they are sleeping…
He couldn’t believe how icy the glacier had become. It was a block of ice, but really, this slippery in one night? He walked across the flat plain of the top of the glacier, and as he breathed a visible fog marked the path of his breath. He looked up, the aurora borialis was beautiful tonight.
your fingers are so icy cold you can barely feel them, yet they burn, red with the freezing air. you breathe on them, hot breath steaming weakly from your lips.
the startling winds howl and whip past you, snaking almost indecently around your unprotected limbs.
you wrap your arms around your shaking body, hunch over, and continue to walk. your lips tremble, your teeth chatter. every bone jolts and aches as you stagger down the street.
you should have worn a coat.
His icy stare hit me from across the room. I felt as if I had know him but could not place from where. Obviously it was not a good memory for him. I felt the coolness with which he watched as I waited for the subway. Where did I know him from? Why can I not remember.
It’s a strange word, “icy.” I guess it reminds me of where I’m from, Vermont, because during the winter the ice storms can be so severe that I have to melt my car door before I can open it in the morning, or it’ll freeze open so I have to hold it close while I drive. I don’t like the ice, and I don’t like Vermont. I should move, but I don’t have the money, energy, or motivation.
stare. Ice cream Popsicles, strawberry. Red stains on your lips big blue eyes questioning. Summer time drips away melts into winter.
It was the december snow of 42. The Germans had just invaded my little town of Glouchestire. All hope was lost, but then Chuck Norris came all over their faces in a blast of icy frenzy. They all died, the end.
the world began to spin as the crystal clear substance reversed what seemed to be so real…
the icy fridgid waters raged around the four students as they struggled to keep their boat above the water. Suddenly, beneath the icy water, Johnny spotted what they were looking for. But who would be brave enough to dive into the river?
icy cold ice cream rocky road is muy delicoso my girlfriend’s favorite. i had my doubts but now i kinda like it. the almonds and marshmellows are a nice touch, but old school chocolate is still on point. old school vanilla as well. or pussy vanilla as another friend calls it. i learned the hard way. i was made fun for it. dont worry about me, im stronger for it now
your heart.
frozen breath, bundled with a scarf and fuzzy jacket and goddamn these winters where you can never feel warm enough, always the fingers of wind and barebone chill under my skin, trudge through each day wishing spring were on the horizon but there is only white sunrise and more snow from the grey skies
Icy cold looks from my husband from across the room told me that I had gone to far. I knew he didn’t want me to pursue the conversation that we were having about visiting his sister next summer
cold, it freezes me, i can’t move around in all this ice, burr, a stereotypical response, i can’t breathe anymore because everything is so cold and no one is here with me to give me their warmth, but it’s ok I guess, but everything is so icy, icy, icy, icy, can i type when my fingers are frozen solid?
the wind blowing in my ear as i walk up the hill, icy, deadly, biting half of me off, the other half when i walk down. winters, snow, ice, snow, ice, arctic cold, gray gray for months on end, icy, icy wind blowing in my ear, biting half of me off, the other on on the way down.
The earth was a sheet of black ice. It could have eaten me alive, but instead I took baby steps, attempting to appease the dark winter gods in soft obsequiousness. I slipped and fell on the ice that night. Sitting there outside her dorm, cradling my broken bones as snow fell softly around me. I hate that black ice, the ground outside that building, the overwhelming emotion of that space. All of it inevitably linked to her, to falling in love and to falling on the ice, to my weakness, undeniable and all-encompassing, as much as I try to pretend I still appreciate the change of the seasons.
the gin i was drinking was dilluted by an icy layer. but i still felt the burn as it soared down my throat into my veins, lungs, and subconcious thoughts. icy bliss once again.
It was the girl with the icy glare. The girl with black and white plaid hoodie. The girl with a terrible case of antisocial personality disorder and showed a lack of social skills that was worse than even his genius twin brother could not top. That is the girl that would save both him and because of her, he would save the world as we knew it.
Her icy expression threw me off just a bit. I had been nothing but kind to her ever since I had met her. She looked over her blue-framed glasses across the room, pretending that she was reading a book. When she glanced away I shot a spit ball at her and missed.
icy is a weird word i donot even know what to write about. since i donot know what it means in the first place do i donot know what to say but you said to write so i am writing.
Well um.. this girl I’ve noticed for the past couple of years is a real cold heart – icy. I always think about trying.. but I don’t wanna to risk everything.
Icy sucks. I don’t like icy one bit. It’s cold, and not much fun at all. Ice gets on everything in the winter. Although man made ice for the purpose of beverages is very cool. Literally cool, but then after awhile it melts so instead of making your beverage just cold it’s now luke warm and watered down.
Her icy stare made him quiver.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
He was not particularly comfortable around her and this experience was only making matters worse.
“I need you.”
He was taken aback at this comment.
“What?”
“I need you honey…”
“Honey…”
All of a sudden he remembered…
Youth, Love, Marraige, Happiness, Children, Retirement…
Alzheimers…
Icy snow-days make me feel like a child again. Not that I’m old or anything, but I still yearn to live without social bounds and play in the snow and make snow men and build so forts and have snow ball fights on sleds.
cold shit… you know.. the things you slide on.. cant really do any better than that. Icy’s good..
the roads were icy that night. she gripped the steering wheel tighter and her shoulders began to tense. can’t this damn car go any faster? she could feel the tires slipping, but it didn’t matter. she was getting away.
Icy water sprayed her in the face, choking her for an instant, leaving her panting for air. She tried to race to the surface but her heart beat slowed and her hands felt like a lump of coal.
The icy road was all i could see. Even though i was thinking of her there was only the road ahead of me. Thinking of her brown eyes and gorgeous hair confused me and why im driving down this road. My conscious was telling me a different part of the story
cold and dark around me I saw him looking though the ice. And when I saw him I was alarmed to feel so warm. I knew he didn’t have long to live he was was looking desperate
The icy road causes many car crashes. My ex-girlfriends are all icy to me. I don’t like icees, anyone who buys them is a loser and has nothing better to do with their lives. Icy winters are cozy.
this for some reason reminds me of a winter wonderland party, with fun snowflakes!
Icy ice. Frozen thoughts inside an old, abused mind.
How a review of the past helps me now, I don’t know!