ive already written about this word. An underwater world ruled by fishmen, they’re nocturnal and so Batman must seek them out in the sewers of Gothem. Though terrified a psychological thriller may be in store. If the sonar of a Bat can be looked upon as a hero or an enemy to the public.
It’s not much of a story, but I remember the war in the old times. I remember how crazy my grandfather was about Hitler and the nazis, and I always found it amazing that he never seemed to care much about the german people. For him, there was only the enemy, the evil, the war…
Busher
Sonar installed in the submarine malfunctioned as soon as we had set a few feet deep into the ocean. This was not the cheapest ride we could find, but it was slowly seeming that way. Vacationing on a cruise ship and signing up for the underwater exploration was turning into a worse idea as the day went by.
As I tumbled down the rocky, unearthly soil. I finally found the bottom of the crater and heard only the sounds of the sonar detector bouncing off the sides of the deep, immense bowl.
one word that describes us well that is too short because life is too short, for technology for anything without family and friends and love. We love and we lose, we lose our loved ones even without seeing it coming. They are snatched away from us, We will see them again in heaven I do believe that.
Virginia Greene
Sonar flames. The pulse of the sun. An unbelievable amount of power, energy generated from this unbelievable natural occurrence. Our sun, our solar energy has created such an abundance of life of this earth that we are eternally grateful.
Have just re-read my word. Sonar. Sonar pulses. Not solar…
Jack B
sonar is the art of guiding true darkness with nothing but sound. Its a way of seeing that goes so much deeper than colors or textures, its music that lights.
Ricardo
i wanna hear the sonar of a sweet pigeon in my window i’m going to be free to dream and live i wanna hear the sonar of the air and the sea i wanna hear the sonar
patricia
I tilt my head as I ponder sonar. I want to try a different approach, hopefully in our 60 seconds and rearrange the letters. backwards is ranos, which sounds like randsom… soar is in there. Soar above the trees, above the skys, above all possibilities.
sonars work under the sea. sonars hurt whales. if a whale is hurt the they can’t talk to dory from finding nemo because she speaks whale.
Alexis Mattio
“The ship is being picked up on sonar,” said a boy no less than 19.
I wonder if I would be responsible for this kid’s death.
Cap nodded, thinking briefly before relaying a warning to prepare for fire throughout the submarine.
The ship raced forward, orienting towards the signal and continued on. I braced myself against the side and inhaled deeply, keeping the breath lodged in my chest as if it was my last source of life.
It very well may be.
There is a whale that’s sonar can be heard over 2000 miles away, its crazy I know.
Jason Bernier
Sonar and radar…always in a pair. Pulsating like a slow heartbeat. Regular beeps turning, for ships lurking in the shadows.
Appura
Sonar makes me think of underwater…seeing it on TV as a child in National Geographic specials. And a show about people on a submarine.
Jean
Wave upon wave crashed against the hard exterior. Nothing was getting through. No sound was breaking in through the skull. Time to go in through the ears instead; seemed the sensible thing to do in order to make his point.
Christian Rose-Day
And it’s In the sun, that sleeping sigh, it’s hitting your sallow skin and painting freckles on with it’s licking rays. You think you could find them on your skin with sonar and a map of your own body but he’s the only one who’s seen you whole and naked and he’s no cartographer, is he? You’ll not find every painted freckle nor see every sunkissed stain on your limbs, but he will, and that’s all you need.
The navy was using sonar teting that was murdering several whales and dolphins. Ths lead to the disovery of aquatic apes. Also known as the mermaid. Our ape ansectors adapted to the water many years ago.
Mary
Sound. Sonic reverberations. It’s how bats communicate and perceive the world around them. Sound waves are everywhere, even though no one can see them. It makes me wonder what else is all around us that can’t be seen.
bats use sonar to like see because they are really blind animals things that are really creepy and can fit into really small holes or openings. ummm sonar isnt like radar sonar i think used water and radar doesnt?! sonar is like ultrasounds maybe?
lin
The sonar was picking up strange signals, the bleeps, bloops, and boops becoming more frequent and alarmed as they approached…it. The crew exchanged nervous glances, but the pilot and his guest stared straight ahead, their eyes locked on the gloom. None of them knew exactly what they approached, but all felt the growing tension in the room and the palpable fear. It was something big. It was something old. It was something lost.
The echoes played off damp cave walls calling to her like ancient friends. A smile crossed her lips for a moment before it was ripped away by the grating sound of Finn’s voice behind her. “Damn bats.” He was saying, ranting on about the irritations of the small mammals that shared the caves with them. Thorn frowned at him, one lip pulled back in a half snarl. He looked at her for a moment then laughed. “I wonder if that’s how you can see now, them spikes is given you sonar!” He slapped her shoulder in a gesture of good fun and winced as she snatched his finger and bent it back. “Don’t touch me.” She growled.
The Octopuss’ Garden can’t be found by sonar, no matter how hard we try
We can only find it by mind
dirtymaggiemae
I don’t know what sonar is… So I’ll just go with this word reminds me of “solar.” I don’t know much about space so what the hell. I need words I know. Pleaseth. Grace me with thy presence Oh words of glory that are in my vocabulary. Crap this is a five letter word that’s busting my balls.
Anneliis Sartin-Tarm
Space. That’s the first thing I think of. Beautiful. Dangerous. Intelligent. A Mystery. Angels and Airwaves, haha. My favorite band. They hang on my ceiling and inspire my before I go to bed and first thing in the morning.
I don’t know what this word means. It reminds me of the word solar, which reminds me of the sun. Which is the source of life.
lost.cause
So far, sonar is the only way to communicate underwater. I think. So what.
nic
On the beak of a great whale laid the beacon. A rusty, cog-ridden device that whirred and clicked its way to understanding the wet world around it. It would crank its way past 60 cog teeth to a disc that let out a bellowing ring and it would wait patiently for the echoing return.
Christian Gilbert
a migration. my soul feels like an old salmon. poem oars row through an oasis,
from whence i came; a deep river in me, where something was born and shivers to return.
“….Use the sonar to see clearly.” The instructions stated. What the hell is a sonar? I asked myself. Oliver looked towards me with a face as confused as mine “I give up.” I placed the instructions on the table. “Hey, dont get upset about it Cass.” He smiled at me
mee123
I feel you by sonar.
You send your signal and
I sense you in my underwater
universe. But I can resist you
this time. I will not swim your way.
In fact, I’ll swim in the opposite direction
despite the power of your sonar.
Robin
The sonar had discovered my location, i was in a lot of trouble. They were on my tail. I. Was. Losing. I would be caught in less than thirty seconds.
Rose
I think of the word radar, i assume it is just because they rhyme. Well, arent they sorta the same thing? I really dont know for sure. Maybe i should ask a sonar expert, do you think they exist, sonar experts? maybe.
Gaby
The deep sea was penetrated by it, the sonar. Resembling bats darting through a starry, creamy night sky, the missiles dashed through the icy waters towards their unsuspecting target. There was no mercy as they hit: reds, oranges, whites, lit up the darkness in a gigantic cloud of a war’s rage and vengeance.
meghan dia
A perfect combination of frequences melted at the bottom of the sea. Nothing more transparent than a liquid environment
Leandros Kyriakopoulos
sonar. detected em on my radar, they ain’t even make it that far. battles i fought along the way, left me quite scarred.
ive already written about this word. An underwater world ruled by fishmen, they’re nocturnal and so Batman must seek them out in the sewers of Gothem. Though terrified a psychological thriller may be in store. If the sonar of a Bat can be looked upon as a hero or an enemy to the public.
It’s not much of a story, but I remember the war in the old times. I remember how crazy my grandfather was about Hitler and the nazis, and I always found it amazing that he never seemed to care much about the german people. For him, there was only the enemy, the evil, the war…
Sonar installed in the submarine malfunctioned as soon as we had set a few feet deep into the ocean. This was not the cheapest ride we could find, but it was slowly seeming that way. Vacationing on a cruise ship and signing up for the underwater exploration was turning into a worse idea as the day went by.
As I tumbled down the rocky, unearthly soil. I finally found the bottom of the crater and heard only the sounds of the sonar detector bouncing off the sides of the deep, immense bowl.
This is indeed a new word for me.
one word that describes us well that is too short because life is too short, for technology for anything without family and friends and love. We love and we lose, we lose our loved ones even without seeing it coming. They are snatched away from us, We will see them again in heaven I do believe that.
Sonar flames. The pulse of the sun. An unbelievable amount of power, energy generated from this unbelievable natural occurrence. Our sun, our solar energy has created such an abundance of life of this earth that we are eternally grateful.
Have just re-read my word. Sonar. Sonar pulses. Not solar…
sonar is the art of guiding true darkness with nothing but sound. Its a way of seeing that goes so much deeper than colors or textures, its music that lights.
i wanna hear the sonar of a sweet pigeon in my window i’m going to be free to dream and live i wanna hear the sonar of the air and the sea i wanna hear the sonar
I tilt my head as I ponder sonar. I want to try a different approach, hopefully in our 60 seconds and rearrange the letters. backwards is ranos, which sounds like randsom… soar is in there. Soar above the trees, above the skys, above all possibilities.
The bats around my home have such a special gift of sonar that they never hit a house or objects in their flight path. It is remarkable to me.
sonars work under the sea. sonars hurt whales. if a whale is hurt the they can’t talk to dory from finding nemo because she speaks whale.
“The ship is being picked up on sonar,” said a boy no less than 19.
I wonder if I would be responsible for this kid’s death.
Cap nodded, thinking briefly before relaying a warning to prepare for fire throughout the submarine.
The ship raced forward, orienting towards the signal and continued on. I braced myself against the side and inhaled deeply, keeping the breath lodged in my chest as if it was my last source of life.
It very well may be.
There is a whale that’s sonar can be heard over 2000 miles away, its crazy I know.
Sonar and radar…always in a pair. Pulsating like a slow heartbeat. Regular beeps turning, for ships lurking in the shadows.
Sonar makes me think of underwater…seeing it on TV as a child in National Geographic specials. And a show about people on a submarine.
Wave upon wave crashed against the hard exterior. Nothing was getting through. No sound was breaking in through the skull. Time to go in through the ears instead; seemed the sensible thing to do in order to make his point.
And it’s In the sun, that sleeping sigh, it’s hitting your sallow skin and painting freckles on with it’s licking rays. You think you could find them on your skin with sonar and a map of your own body but he’s the only one who’s seen you whole and naked and he’s no cartographer, is he? You’ll not find every painted freckle nor see every sunkissed stain on your limbs, but he will, and that’s all you need.
Sonar sounds swoon towards the sun.
The navy was using sonar teting that was murdering several whales and dolphins. Ths lead to the disovery of aquatic apes. Also known as the mermaid. Our ape ansectors adapted to the water many years ago.
Sound. Sonic reverberations. It’s how bats communicate and perceive the world around them. Sound waves are everywhere, even though no one can see them. It makes me wonder what else is all around us that can’t be seen.
i’m listening to bon iver now
bats use sonar to like see because they are really blind animals things that are really creepy and can fit into really small holes or openings. ummm sonar isnt like radar sonar i think used water and radar doesnt?! sonar is like ultrasounds maybe?
The sonar was picking up strange signals, the bleeps, bloops, and boops becoming more frequent and alarmed as they approached…it. The crew exchanged nervous glances, but the pilot and his guest stared straight ahead, their eyes locked on the gloom. None of them knew exactly what they approached, but all felt the growing tension in the room and the palpable fear. It was something big. It was something old. It was something lost.
The echoes played off damp cave walls calling to her like ancient friends. A smile crossed her lips for a moment before it was ripped away by the grating sound of Finn’s voice behind her. “Damn bats.” He was saying, ranting on about the irritations of the small mammals that shared the caves with them. Thorn frowned at him, one lip pulled back in a half snarl. He looked at her for a moment then laughed. “I wonder if that’s how you can see now, them spikes is given you sonar!” He slapped her shoulder in a gesture of good fun and winced as she snatched his finger and bent it back. “Don’t touch me.” She growled.
in french sonar refers to the sound that a submarine makes under water !!!
The Octopuss’ Garden can’t be found by sonar, no matter how hard we try
We can only find it by mind
I don’t know what sonar is… So I’ll just go with this word reminds me of “solar.” I don’t know much about space so what the hell. I need words I know. Pleaseth. Grace me with thy presence Oh words of glory that are in my vocabulary. Crap this is a five letter word that’s busting my balls.
Space. That’s the first thing I think of. Beautiful. Dangerous. Intelligent. A Mystery. Angels and Airwaves, haha. My favorite band. They hang on my ceiling and inspire my before I go to bed and first thing in the morning.
I don’t know what this word means. It reminds me of the word solar, which reminds me of the sun. Which is the source of life.
So far, sonar is the only way to communicate underwater. I think. So what.
On the beak of a great whale laid the beacon. A rusty, cog-ridden device that whirred and clicked its way to understanding the wet world around it. It would crank its way past 60 cog teeth to a disc that let out a bellowing ring and it would wait patiently for the echoing return.
a migration. my soul feels like an old salmon. poem oars row through an oasis,
from whence i came; a deep river in me, where something was born and shivers to return.
“….Use the sonar to see clearly.” The instructions stated. What the hell is a sonar? I asked myself. Oliver looked towards me with a face as confused as mine “I give up.” I placed the instructions on the table. “Hey, dont get upset about it Cass.” He smiled at me
I feel you by sonar.
You send your signal and
I sense you in my underwater
universe. But I can resist you
this time. I will not swim your way.
In fact, I’ll swim in the opposite direction
despite the power of your sonar.
The sonar had discovered my location, i was in a lot of trouble. They were on my tail. I. Was. Losing. I would be caught in less than thirty seconds.
I think of the word radar, i assume it is just because they rhyme. Well, arent they sorta the same thing? I really dont know for sure. Maybe i should ask a sonar expert, do you think they exist, sonar experts? maybe.
The deep sea was penetrated by it, the sonar. Resembling bats darting through a starry, creamy night sky, the missiles dashed through the icy waters towards their unsuspecting target. There was no mercy as they hit: reds, oranges, whites, lit up the darkness in a gigantic cloud of a war’s rage and vengeance.
A perfect combination of frequences melted at the bottom of the sea. Nothing more transparent than a liquid environment
sonar. detected em on my radar, they ain’t even make it that far. battles i fought along the way, left me quite scarred.