lightning is a fantiasic word that is pretty amazing and bold and birght and it burns with the varierty and intestity of one thousands billion suns which sounds like it is off a brian cox episode like the sun which is 5 thousand billions times the size of the other sun and imagine a big plate and times that by sevenfold and then avenge it and do lots more exciting things, like laugh at their name because i want to know how something was so bad that they had to avenge it seven times over. I avenge things once, twice at best.
Rob Moore
it comes from all around Him. Can you imagine that? Thunder, lightening, rumbling. Majesty. Power. Authority. LORDship. Awesome. He is the One True God. Praise Him!
HLB
lightning; the crack, whipped sound of countless air molecules vaporing in a single blazing moment of heat.
the fire, the smell
nevertheless; awe-inspiring, galvanizing
if even for the breifest of moments.
neurons of the planet…
Narth
hi! here is korea. have a nice day.
beautiful.
rose.
smell of peace.
zepero
just one word but what word its got alot of stuff riding on its future just like most young adults s lets see we need a word that will grow, one that will be imaginitive.
donna reese
Lightning is a crazy phenomenon. It is mother nature at its best and one of the most dangerous forces of nature imaginable. Where does lightning come from. How does it work. Google it
Steven
it was hard to see it at first but then suddenly there, i was wondering if it had been there the whole time and maybe i just forgto about it. and after that ……. it was the always hard to rem
Will
It’s everywhere. In my dark heart, a terrible flash of wisdom. The morning on your face after a love less night. Flash. The neurons of the sky, touched to a quickening.
Lightning struck her right before his eyes, but he could only clutch on to the rubber gloves he had just handed over for him to hold just a few seconds ago.
lightning only strikes once, odd, considering the nt of different stories you have where people have been hit more than once. The guy in the guinness book of records for example, he’s bet seven times. Apparently. Who could tell himsn’t? But then how do you know he ying? Honest answer: you don’t. You just have to trust what people tell you, always a difficu and risky business. But if you didn’t, how would you ever really know aning?
Devon
Out of fear of death, Lucy did not abide to Leck’s rules. She couldn’t stay in the tower, even during the lightning storm. She was scared. Larson was searching for her, and if she didn’t get out, he would hurt everybody dear to her. Lucy couldn’t risk that, not even for her own life.
Emily Woods
I am really confused abt the meaning of lightnining as a word. lol in th ebeginning I read lighting as a lighting for theatre. i love winter, i love the rain that washes everything.
Hadi
The lightning strike hit her hard. What was she thinking? How could she do it? Why on earth did she do it.? It was all so simple but so hard to see….
it’s bright and can be dangerous. a beautiful object but with a dark and sinister side. It’s a beauty to look at, but if it stares at you in the face, your life may flash before your eyes.
Eric
lightning flashes through the sky! thunder shakes it out from between the clouds and worlds collide as rain rips out through the gaping open wound the sky has screamed upon itself. rain, rain everywhere! crash.
A glance, flashing glimpse of heavenly light. Hot, cold beautiful chaos.
Ian Tayao
It appears in the sky, oh my, oh scary and pretty it can be. Life and death lies in the light. At sunset it can be breath taking and beautiful to watch.
FLASH. CRASH. BANG.
Whimper.
Oh, poor baby, what’s the matter? You don’t like the sounds and the lights? But what about the sunshine and the people? The cars and trucks and buses that pass by everyday? You never seem bothered by that.
Perhaps it’s the suddenness that you don’t like. I know that sudden changes are scary, and sudden sounds and sights can be even scarier.
lightening is bright stuff that comes out of the sky and electrocutes people! It hurts. It supposedly never strikes the same place twice. It happens during storms. I am reminded of the movie sweet home alabama. Its good.
caitie
flash. burn. kidnapped. her name was melanie and she was so far gone. i can’t feel my hands. a minute is a long time. this is what it feels like to be under the influence of love i guess.
ashleigh
The storm blew over as I started to wonder…did I do the right thing?
A few days pasted before I even saw my mother, almost as if you removed herself
Maximilian
I woke up to a bright light zig-zagging across the sky. How did I get in Scottie’s apartment? And where was Scottie? Shouldn’t he be here if I was? I got off the couch and looked around his apartment. It was pitch black in here. I slowly made my way across the room, stumbling ocassionaly, to the light switch, but the lights wouldn’t turn on. Crap! Powers out.
strike, touch inside. mystery unfolds into valeys broiling with inimitable forests of fire and fury. lightning moves, making the herd run for unsurpassable oneness of space, never found.
Sam Ponsford
I was sitting in my dark room when I heard the first strike. BANG! I realized that it was the start of a good nights sleep. I have always loved the sound of a good thunderstorm. I have always seen lightning as the most beautiful show in the sky.
Kailyn VanLandingham
Lightning and myself have a close relationship. The night my best friend was staying over, after a night of drinking too late into the morning, the lightning bolted down through the ceiling and blew a piece of the wall across my queen sized bed, into the hall
karen parmelee
lightning strikes again! thats all that came to my mind at first, then lightning bolts, then lightning bolt tattoos that are part of a ship!
courtney
Thunderstorms cry it. Looks pretty friggin’ awesome. Some are afraid of it, some would like to control it, some just dig the view.
Daniel
The shock killed my thoughts. The world went black. Who could think. Many electrics shocks at one pulse of my heart. Memories flashed. I remembered my first time smelling a rose. The deep red color. The same as blood. Remembering the world as it was, as I left its embrace.
Monina Furigay
it was like a thunderstorm, the tension in the room, each on their own side not even looking at each other but lightening was sure to strike of that not a single person in the room had a doubt, or who was generating it, and then her husband walked into the room, he’d been missing
Thunder clapped outside my window. Light illuminated the black sky, leaving blue imprints behind my eyelids when I blinked. I remembered back to my childhood, when my mother would scoop me up and wipe my tears during storms. She told me how thunder was just God bowling, and I believed it. I still like to believe that.
And just like that it was over. The tremors still coursed through her body, and her ragged breathing came in starts. There was a pain behind her eyes but that was starting to fade as she realised just what she’d done.
Barrington Womble Esq
Lighting is a very cool phenomena. Storms are associated with lightning and you can actually determine how close a storm is through the lightning and thunder. It is possible to get struck by lightning but it is also uncommon to say the least. It has been said that lightning never hits the same place twice. Im not quite sure if this has been proven but it seems plausible. Some people write lightning like lightening which is the Bristish way of using the term.
Julie Rainville
Tear through the sky, send your warning sirens off in the wake of your destruction. Allowing a mere glimpse at you is gracious enough, a chance to view such awesome and such devastating raw energy. Lightning is the closest thing to god, by means of actual distance, because it reigns in much closer than our wonderful sun. Keep burning my skies and brightening my eyes. With endless revery I forever appreciate and relish the chance to see you spark.
Lightning. What is this I don’t even know what I’m doing. My topic is lightning. Lightning is fast. Fast like the flash. Lightning is also bright. Very bright. Fast and bright. What is this nonsense. Hahahah this is quite fun but I don’t know what I’m doing. I think I’m terrible at writing this. I just did this topic a grave injustice. Oh no.
Martius
The sky is dark and wet with rain. The thunder crashes down on the helpless little town. The bolt of lighting strikes across the sky and hit the closest thing. Its beautiful and dangerous and nothing can control it, contain it, stop it from doing what it’s meant to do.
Megan gessler
lightning strikes, bowling strikes, a silly dance with hips low, knees even lower, arms waving with fists far above head, ecstatic
rimpu
Lightning comes from the sky and is very fearful. It is generally accepted by reputable scholars that lightning originates from the hnds of Zeus, up in the sky. Some radical theorist scientist believe that lightning could be hydrogen atoms of some kind, but who knows!?
Taronyu
bright and beautiful. kinda like watching some mystical happening.
the sparks, igniting the inner flame of your being. reminding you that you are in fact, alive.
reminding you in one split second that you are here, in the present, and that life is beautiful.
Brianna
strikes and my heart skips a beat. Your hand slips into mine and my heart skips a beat. The rain begins to fall onto our skin.
lightning is a fantiasic word that is pretty amazing and bold and birght and it burns with the varierty and intestity of one thousands billion suns which sounds like it is off a brian cox episode like the sun which is 5 thousand billions times the size of the other sun and imagine a big plate and times that by sevenfold and then avenge it and do lots more exciting things, like laugh at their name because i want to know how something was so bad that they had to avenge it seven times over. I avenge things once, twice at best.
it comes from all around Him. Can you imagine that? Thunder, lightening, rumbling. Majesty. Power. Authority. LORDship. Awesome. He is the One True God. Praise Him!
lightning; the crack, whipped sound of countless air molecules vaporing in a single blazing moment of heat.
the fire, the smell
nevertheless; awe-inspiring, galvanizing
if even for the breifest of moments.
neurons of the planet…
hi! here is korea. have a nice day.
beautiful.
rose.
smell of peace.
just one word but what word its got alot of stuff riding on its future just like most young adults s lets see we need a word that will grow, one that will be imaginitive.
Lightning is a crazy phenomenon. It is mother nature at its best and one of the most dangerous forces of nature imaginable. Where does lightning come from. How does it work. Google it
it was hard to see it at first but then suddenly there, i was wondering if it had been there the whole time and maybe i just forgto about it. and after that ……. it was the always hard to rem
It’s everywhere. In my dark heart, a terrible flash of wisdom. The morning on your face after a love less night. Flash. The neurons of the sky, touched to a quickening.
Lightning struck her right before his eyes, but he could only clutch on to the rubber gloves he had just handed over for him to hold just a few seconds ago.
lightning only strikes once, odd, considering the nt of different stories you have where people have been hit more than once. The guy in the guinness book of records for example, he’s bet seven times. Apparently. Who could tell himsn’t? But then how do you know he ying? Honest answer: you don’t. You just have to trust what people tell you, always a difficu and risky business. But if you didn’t, how would you ever really know aning?
Out of fear of death, Lucy did not abide to Leck’s rules. She couldn’t stay in the tower, even during the lightning storm. She was scared. Larson was searching for her, and if she didn’t get out, he would hurt everybody dear to her. Lucy couldn’t risk that, not even for her own life.
I am really confused abt the meaning of lightnining as a word. lol in th ebeginning I read lighting as a lighting for theatre. i love winter, i love the rain that washes everything.
The lightning strike hit her hard. What was she thinking? How could she do it? Why on earth did she do it.? It was all so simple but so hard to see….
it’s bright and can be dangerous. a beautiful object but with a dark and sinister side. It’s a beauty to look at, but if it stares at you in the face, your life may flash before your eyes.
lightning flashes through the sky! thunder shakes it out from between the clouds and worlds collide as rain rips out through the gaping open wound the sky has screamed upon itself. rain, rain everywhere! crash.
typing as fast
as lightning
I still never get
to say everything
I want to
in a mere
sixty seconds.
well, maybe
just this once.
A glance, flashing glimpse of heavenly light. Hot, cold beautiful chaos.
It appears in the sky, oh my, oh scary and pretty it can be. Life and death lies in the light. At sunset it can be breath taking and beautiful to watch.
FLASH. CRASH. BANG.
Whimper.
Oh, poor baby, what’s the matter? You don’t like the sounds and the lights? But what about the sunshine and the people? The cars and trucks and buses that pass by everyday? You never seem bothered by that.
Perhaps it’s the suddenness that you don’t like. I know that sudden changes are scary, and sudden sounds and sights can be even scarier.
Just like the lightning and the thunder.
lightening is bright stuff that comes out of the sky and electrocutes people! It hurts. It supposedly never strikes the same place twice. It happens during storms. I am reminded of the movie sweet home alabama. Its good.
flash. burn. kidnapped. her name was melanie and she was so far gone. i can’t feel my hands. a minute is a long time. this is what it feels like to be under the influence of love i guess.
The storm blew over as I started to wonder…did I do the right thing?
A few days pasted before I even saw my mother, almost as if you removed herself
I woke up to a bright light zig-zagging across the sky. How did I get in Scottie’s apartment? And where was Scottie? Shouldn’t he be here if I was? I got off the couch and looked around his apartment. It was pitch black in here. I slowly made my way across the room, stumbling ocassionaly, to the light switch, but the lights wouldn’t turn on. Crap! Powers out.
strike, touch inside. mystery unfolds into valeys broiling with inimitable forests of fire and fury. lightning moves, making the herd run for unsurpassable oneness of space, never found.
I was sitting in my dark room when I heard the first strike. BANG! I realized that it was the start of a good nights sleep. I have always loved the sound of a good thunderstorm. I have always seen lightning as the most beautiful show in the sky.
Lightning and myself have a close relationship. The night my best friend was staying over, after a night of drinking too late into the morning, the lightning bolted down through the ceiling and blew a piece of the wall across my queen sized bed, into the hall
lightning strikes again! thats all that came to my mind at first, then lightning bolts, then lightning bolt tattoos that are part of a ship!
Thunderstorms cry it. Looks pretty friggin’ awesome. Some are afraid of it, some would like to control it, some just dig the view.
The shock killed my thoughts. The world went black. Who could think. Many electrics shocks at one pulse of my heart. Memories flashed. I remembered my first time smelling a rose. The deep red color. The same as blood. Remembering the world as it was, as I left its embrace.
it was like a thunderstorm, the tension in the room, each on their own side not even looking at each other but lightening was sure to strike of that not a single person in the room had a doubt, or who was generating it, and then her husband walked into the room, he’d been missing
Thunder clapped outside my window. Light illuminated the black sky, leaving blue imprints behind my eyelids when I blinked. I remembered back to my childhood, when my mother would scoop me up and wipe my tears during storms. She told me how thunder was just God bowling, and I believed it. I still like to believe that.
And just like that it was over. The tremors still coursed through her body, and her ragged breathing came in starts. There was a pain behind her eyes but that was starting to fade as she realised just what she’d done.
Lighting is a very cool phenomena. Storms are associated with lightning and you can actually determine how close a storm is through the lightning and thunder. It is possible to get struck by lightning but it is also uncommon to say the least. It has been said that lightning never hits the same place twice. Im not quite sure if this has been proven but it seems plausible. Some people write lightning like lightening which is the Bristish way of using the term.
Tear through the sky, send your warning sirens off in the wake of your destruction. Allowing a mere glimpse at you is gracious enough, a chance to view such awesome and such devastating raw energy. Lightning is the closest thing to god, by means of actual distance, because it reigns in much closer than our wonderful sun. Keep burning my skies and brightening my eyes. With endless revery I forever appreciate and relish the chance to see you spark.
Lightning. What is this I don’t even know what I’m doing. My topic is lightning. Lightning is fast. Fast like the flash. Lightning is also bright. Very bright. Fast and bright. What is this nonsense. Hahahah this is quite fun but I don’t know what I’m doing. I think I’m terrible at writing this. I just did this topic a grave injustice. Oh no.
The sky is dark and wet with rain. The thunder crashes down on the helpless little town. The bolt of lighting strikes across the sky and hit the closest thing. Its beautiful and dangerous and nothing can control it, contain it, stop it from doing what it’s meant to do.
lightning strikes, bowling strikes, a silly dance with hips low, knees even lower, arms waving with fists far above head, ecstatic
Lightning comes from the sky and is very fearful. It is generally accepted by reputable scholars that lightning originates from the hnds of Zeus, up in the sky. Some radical theorist scientist believe that lightning could be hydrogen atoms of some kind, but who knows!?
bright and beautiful. kinda like watching some mystical happening.
the sparks, igniting the inner flame of your being. reminding you that you are in fact, alive.
reminding you in one split second that you are here, in the present, and that life is beautiful.
strikes and my heart skips a beat. Your hand slips into mine and my heart skips a beat. The rain begins to fall onto our skin.