Her body was slight but her spirit was mighty. She struggled to speak, the oxygen maskhindering her ability to talk and force sound to come out of her mouth.
different choices banana yellow but this is purple and that is slightly beautiful as well since they both are complementary colours what else can i say im just shouting at the screen waitinfg for time to stop and end and my life as well oh well c’est la vie babe again! it allowed me to write even more than I was expecting slight sounds like light carefree free freedom hapinness purple lile belle ville sight sign might
alex
I collapse on my bed, cocoon myself in the covers, and just lie there. Breathing. Thinking. Such an odd thing to do on a Saturday night. It’s already been 3 weeks since we last spoke, and he’s still all I ever think about. As each day passes, I continue to realize that I have less and less confidence in my ability to get over him. No confidence at all. Not in even in the slightest.
I feel slightly slighted when you catch me in your sight and sidle away,
and I feel increasingly insulted when you intentionally incriminate me and incarcerate my innocence.
There was another slight chance that today will turn out to be the most positive experience of my life. Or I hope I think so. The feeling of Friday mornings are bittersweet when one has a fast life to live before they transition to adulthood.
Slight of hand, isn’t that what they say? It has something to do with card players or card tricks or people with butterfingers who drop things and catch them at the last minute. But it feels like the way I can’t hold on to you, the way I turn around and you’re gone even though I swear you were there a second ago. You’re a magician, you know that? With the way you keep tricking me into thinking that you’re going to stay.
The stick was cranked into the air and abruptly hauled down onto the ice. Once it made contact with the puck it went soaring towards the goalie. He raised his glove to catch the flying saucer, but to no avail. It sailed over his glove ever so slightly, and into the net.
It was the look in her eye that made me suspicious. She seemed to enjoy our company and acted pleasant all the while, but it was the slight glance now and then of distrust and superiority that made me question her friendliness.
Mary Ellen
There was something slightly different about her. The blank look in her eyes, revealing no emotions and not thoughts on the manner. And the eyes themselves; sparkling and green, they reminded me of x-ray scanners that would read me and all of my secrets.
Jackie Lily Murple
there is a not so slight difference between the advertised square footage and the actual square footage for the house my family were intending to buy.
She bent slightly sideways. Something fell down next to her and she wanted to see, what it was. It was white and soft. And it purred. Must be something people used to call doves, she thought. Those I have read about. Once.
It was slightly chilly outside. The wind was howling like a starving wolf, and the snow fell around me in flurries. The cold nipped at my fingers, despite the fact that they were covered with thick mittens. I rubbed my hands together to generate heat, and watched as my breath came out in clouds before me.
I stared up at the shiny buildings, towering over me, their lights glittering.
Rachel
A slight banana fell slightly from the air. It was a very slight collapse. Slightly light.
dzeferson
His slight dig at her did not go unnoticed. He seemed to distain all southerners, especially smart, beautiful southern women, me in particular.
She would not. She would not forgive him, it, whatever he though it might be, what she already knew, too well in the deepness of her pores, in the surface of her skin, cheeks that bled-blushed crimson. Half-rage, half-silent knowing dying. He had brought her down like a crumbling wall and now all lay bare, exposed, so desperately open.
Shivering slightly, she looked around her, trying to find the source of the mysterious cold air blowing in the room. Looking under the couch, she found none other than her neighbor’s dagger, dripping in blood. Gasping, she fell backwards, crawling away from the gruesome thing that caused her husband’s death.
Brittany
I felt I was coming down with a slight temp but I still wanted to go out and play. So I put on my shoes and coat and headed out with my friends. Oh no. It wasn’t long before I started to cough and sneeze. Cough and sneeze cough and sneeze was all I could do. I went back inside
Cindy
She waked right past him. She walked right past him without even looking at him. She walked right past him without even looking at him and with a smile on her face as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
kate
“Just turn your head a little, slightly to the right and down”, he heard himself say. He had become too good at allowing them to believe he was fine. Allowing them to think he was his normal self. Confident and happy and so in love with his work, that he was excited by every snap of the camera lens. Yet everything seemed like a film now, slowly playing in front of his eyes, he still had the lead role, but his heart was no longer in it. His mind was somewhere else and only she knew where to find it.
Her body was slight but her spirit was mighty. She struggled to speak, the oxygen maskhindering her ability to talk and force sound to come out of her mouth.
different choices banana yellow but this is purple and that is slightly beautiful as well since they both are complementary colours what else can i say im just shouting at the screen waitinfg for time to stop and end and my life as well oh well c’est la vie babe again! it allowed me to write even more than I was expecting slight sounds like light carefree free freedom hapinness purple lile belle ville sight sign might
I collapse on my bed, cocoon myself in the covers, and just lie there. Breathing. Thinking. Such an odd thing to do on a Saturday night. It’s already been 3 weeks since we last spoke, and he’s still all I ever think about. As each day passes, I continue to realize that I have less and less confidence in my ability to get over him. No confidence at all. Not in even in the slightest.
I feel slightly slighted when you catch me in your sight and sidle away,
and I feel increasingly insulted when you intentionally incriminate me and incarcerate my innocence.
There was another slight chance that today will turn out to be the most positive experience of my life. Or I hope I think so. The feeling of Friday mornings are bittersweet when one has a fast life to live before they transition to adulthood.
Slight of hand, isn’t that what they say? It has something to do with card players or card tricks or people with butterfingers who drop things and catch them at the last minute. But it feels like the way I can’t hold on to you, the way I turn around and you’re gone even though I swear you were there a second ago. You’re a magician, you know that? With the way you keep tricking me into thinking that you’re going to stay.
The stick was cranked into the air and abruptly hauled down onto the ice. Once it made contact with the puck it went soaring towards the goalie. He raised his glove to catch the flying saucer, but to no avail. It sailed over his glove ever so slightly, and into the net.
It was the look in her eye that made me suspicious. She seemed to enjoy our company and acted pleasant all the while, but it was the slight glance now and then of distrust and superiority that made me question her friendliness.
There was something slightly different about her. The blank look in her eyes, revealing no emotions and not thoughts on the manner. And the eyes themselves; sparkling and green, they reminded me of x-ray scanners that would read me and all of my secrets.
there is a not so slight difference between the advertised square footage and the actual square footage for the house my family were intending to buy.
She bent slightly sideways. Something fell down next to her and she wanted to see, what it was. It was white and soft. And it purred. Must be something people used to call doves, she thought. Those I have read about. Once.
Why is this word ALWAYS slight…its getting on my nerves! How about an awesome word…like…BACON!
It was slightly chilly outside. The wind was howling like a starving wolf, and the snow fell around me in flurries. The cold nipped at my fingers, despite the fact that they were covered with thick mittens. I rubbed my hands together to generate heat, and watched as my breath came out in clouds before me.
I stared up at the shiny buildings, towering over me, their lights glittering.
A slight banana fell slightly from the air. It was a very slight collapse. Slightly light.
His slight dig at her did not go unnoticed. He seemed to distain all southerners, especially smart, beautiful southern women, me in particular.
saved
She would not. She would not forgive him, it, whatever he though it might be, what she already knew, too well in the deepness of her pores, in the surface of her skin, cheeks that bled-blushed crimson. Half-rage, half-silent knowing dying. He had brought her down like a crumbling wall and now all lay bare, exposed, so desperately open.
Shivering slightly, she looked around her, trying to find the source of the mysterious cold air blowing in the room. Looking under the couch, she found none other than her neighbor’s dagger, dripping in blood. Gasping, she fell backwards, crawling away from the gruesome thing that caused her husband’s death.
I felt I was coming down with a slight temp but I still wanted to go out and play. So I put on my shoes and coat and headed out with my friends. Oh no. It wasn’t long before I started to cough and sneeze. Cough and sneeze cough and sneeze was all I could do. I went back inside
She waked right past him. She walked right past him without even looking at him. She walked right past him without even looking at him and with a smile on her face as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Just turn your head a little, slightly to the right and down”, he heard himself say. He had become too good at allowing them to believe he was fine. Allowing them to think he was his normal self. Confident and happy and so in love with his work, that he was excited by every snap of the camera lens. Yet everything seemed like a film now, slowly playing in front of his eyes, he still had the lead role, but his heart was no longer in it. His mind was somewhere else and only she knew where to find it.
it is something that is all the way right for example the girls hair had a slight change .
The weather channel said that would be a slight chance of snow this week monday- thursday!!
there was a slight malfunction with my yo-yo and the rope broke and broke mr. wooley’s computer