A incubadora preparava o pequeno ovo. deslizando nitidamente pelas frestas uma gosma sombria cobria o chão. Booie lambeu a gosma e preparou o desjejum. a soturna noite abrandava seu apetite
G.
Building
Growing… a seed, or life sprouts
New life, in process.
Warmth, enfolding like a blanket.
sprowting forth ideas, thoughts… germinating.
Becoming alive…
mtnslamgrass
is one of the people running this website a fan of puella magi madoka magica because honestly
Ok, to tell you the truth, my english isn’t as good to perfectly understand the word incubator. While I am typing this I am also looking for a translation of the word, to know what to really talk about.. I guess it is something about babies, when they are born…
I like babies. They are honest.
Matija
poor babies they need incubator,
poor mommies they wish they could be the incubator
When I was in the first grade we watched an egg in an incubator over the course of several weeks. After awhile you could see small cracks in the side. Signs of life that there was a living thing in there trying to get out. What do you know? The chicks ended up stillborn.
he was so small, so fragile. Suzy kept looking at that tiny human being whose life now depended on the incubator. She hadn’t thought she could feel that much anguish for another being.
i wrote about incubator yesterday. Is there a new word today? When will I hope to see another word? I like the word incubator, I think it has great potential for metaphor. It can be life giving and life saving. But I really would like to write about something, anything else. ?
“Don’t think of it as a grubby old warehouse down by the waterfront,” he said, unlocking the heavy steel door and swinging it open.
Inside, bright white lights covered the ceiling in light. People bustled around the vast space, and everywhere was the hum of new ideas taking form in the world outside of people’s dreams.
A new-born child who is physically not strong enough to live will need to be placed into an incubator. It’s quite the same with my situation. Nope, of course I’m not a baby. Next year, I will be 17. In my country, that’s the minimum age to get a driver’s license, to be considered as mature. Living my 16 years of life only because I had to, I don’t think I was ready for it since I got out of my mother’s womb. I’m also not ready for the next years of my life. I think I need to stay in a large, adult-sized incubator.
почему мне второй раз попадается это слово? я не знаю что можно написать об инкубаторе. я даже не представляю, как он может выглядеть. я видела его только в детстве, и то – в игре.
parselina
A new-born child who is physically not strong enough to live will need to be placed into an incubator. It’s quite the same with my situation. Nope, of course I’m not a baby. Next year, I will be 17. In my country, that is the minimum age to get a driver’s license, to be considered as mature. Living my 16 years of life only because I had to, I don’t think I was ready for it since I got out of my mother’s womb. I’m also not ready for the next years of my life. I think I need to stay in a large, adult-sized incubator.
Livia Nathania K.
They’re making incubators for the heart, now. Incubators that help the heart beat like the drum that it is–to keep its rhythm, its pace . . . to know its own song.
It’s about baking someone for the best improvement of life. Incubators makes life continue.
Beau
Finally the incubator was unplugged. I was so glad to finally see my father out of so much pain. The past five years have been torturous. The life support was the last thread of hope we had, but we realized that it caused much more pain than comfort. I hope he’s in a better place, but I doubt it. He was a terrible man, filled with much hate. One might even say the pain was deserved.
Theresa
The incubator was warm to the touch, hot even. That was the way it was supposed to be though. It was full of life and hope for the future, in the form of three small eggs. She wasn’t even sure that this would work, but as long as the heat of the incubator was there, radiating against her hand, she could have hope. Hope for the future.
The room was hot and moist. It was awful. It reminded him vaguely of an incubator, hot, and wet. It was the worst of rooms to be in, really, because unlike an incubator nothing could would come out of it. Just an awful night and a sick person.
Marr
Lying in the incubator was a strange experience. I cant say i remember too much about it, because I was warm and often drifted off to sleep. But the faces at the windows were kind. I began to recognise my parents, I cried when they left my side.
Emily
Babies, too many babies in a room. Too many people on this world. Breath. No oxygen. Blue. Cold. Die.
“Make a contract with me and become Puella Magi!” Kyubey said, face never changing from the cat-like smile he wore. Homura watched from a distance, waiting for the two girls’ answer. ‘He’s deceiving you!’ Homura thought desperately. ‘Get away!’ But she could not reveal her hiding spot. Not yet. Sayka gave an “Eh?!” of shock and wonder, and Homura rolled her eyes. Of course, she could care less about the blue-haired girl. Not that she hated Sayaka…just…it was Madoka whom she really cared about. Madoka whom she worried for. Madoka, whom she swore to protect. Madoka, who was a ray of light in her dismal world. Madoka…her best friend. Homura aligned her gun, aiming at Kyubey’s skull. She would not fail this time.
A incubadora preparava o pequeno ovo. deslizando nitidamente pelas frestas uma gosma sombria cobria o chão. Booie lambeu a gosma e preparou o desjejum. a soturna noite abrandava seu apetite
Building
Growing… a seed, or life sprouts
New life, in process.
Warmth, enfolding like a blanket.
sprowting forth ideas, thoughts… germinating.
Becoming alive…
is one of the people running this website a fan of puella magi madoka magica because honestly
Ok, to tell you the truth, my english isn’t as good to perfectly understand the word incubator. While I am typing this I am also looking for a translation of the word, to know what to really talk about.. I guess it is something about babies, when they are born…
I like babies. They are honest.
poor babies they need incubator,
poor mommies they wish they could be the incubator
When I was in the first grade we watched an egg in an incubator over the course of several weeks. After awhile you could see small cracks in the side. Signs of life that there was a living thing in there trying to get out. What do you know? The chicks ended up stillborn.
he was so small, so fragile. Suzy kept looking at that tiny human being whose life now depended on the incubator. She hadn’t thought she could feel that much anguish for another being.
The incubator of my ideas must have been broken for the last few months because I felt like I was simmering in my own thoughts without any result
i wrote about incubator yesterday. Is there a new word today? When will I hope to see another word? I like the word incubator, I think it has great potential for metaphor. It can be life giving and life saving. But I really would like to write about something, anything else. ?
“Don’t think of it as a grubby old warehouse down by the waterfront,” he said, unlocking the heavy steel door and swinging it open.
Inside, bright white lights covered the ceiling in light. People bustled around the vast space, and everywhere was the hum of new ideas taking form in the world outside of people’s dreams.
“Think of it as an incubator.”
A new-born child who is physically not strong enough to live will need to be placed into an incubator. It’s quite the same with my situation. Nope, of course I’m not a baby. Next year, I will be 17. In my country, that’s the minimum age to get a driver’s license, to be considered as mature. Living my 16 years of life only because I had to, I don’t think I was ready for it since I got out of my mother’s womb. I’m also not ready for the next years of my life. I think I need to stay in a large, adult-sized incubator.
Incubators are small, safe, warm places for living things to grow in. They serve a purpose when a being is small
почему мне второй раз попадается это слово? я не знаю что можно написать об инкубаторе. я даже не представляю, как он может выглядеть. я видела его только в детстве, и то – в игре.
A new-born child who is physically not strong enough to live will need to be placed into an incubator. It’s quite the same with my situation. Nope, of course I’m not a baby. Next year, I will be 17. In my country, that is the minimum age to get a driver’s license, to be considered as mature. Living my 16 years of life only because I had to, I don’t think I was ready for it since I got out of my mother’s womb. I’m also not ready for the next years of my life. I think I need to stay in a large, adult-sized incubator.
They’re making incubators for the heart, now. Incubators that help the heart beat like the drum that it is–to keep its rhythm, its pace . . . to know its own song.
It’s about baking someone for the best improvement of life. Incubators makes life continue.
Finally the incubator was unplugged. I was so glad to finally see my father out of so much pain. The past five years have been torturous. The life support was the last thread of hope we had, but we realized that it caused much more pain than comfort. I hope he’s in a better place, but I doubt it. He was a terrible man, filled with much hate. One might even say the pain was deserved.
The incubator was warm to the touch, hot even. That was the way it was supposed to be though. It was full of life and hope for the future, in the form of three small eggs. She wasn’t even sure that this would work, but as long as the heat of the incubator was there, radiating against her hand, she could have hope. Hope for the future.
The room was hot and moist. It was awful. It reminded him vaguely of an incubator, hot, and wet. It was the worst of rooms to be in, really, because unlike an incubator nothing could would come out of it. Just an awful night and a sick person.
Lying in the incubator was a strange experience. I cant say i remember too much about it, because I was warm and often drifted off to sleep. But the faces at the windows were kind. I began to recognise my parents, I cried when they left my side.
Babies, too many babies in a room. Too many people on this world. Breath. No oxygen. Blue. Cold. Die.
Life. Heat. Red. Live life.
“Make a contract with me and become Puella Magi!” Kyubey said, face never changing from the cat-like smile he wore. Homura watched from a distance, waiting for the two girls’ answer. ‘He’s deceiving you!’ Homura thought desperately. ‘Get away!’ But she could not reveal her hiding spot. Not yet. Sayka gave an “Eh?!” of shock and wonder, and Homura rolled her eyes. Of course, she could care less about the blue-haired girl. Not that she hated Sayaka…just…it was Madoka whom she really cared about. Madoka whom she worried for. Madoka, whom she swore to protect. Madoka, who was a ray of light in her dismal world. Madoka…her best friend. Homura aligned her gun, aiming at Kyubey’s skull. She would not fail this time.