I splashed with him in the puddles. He barely made it half way up my thigh, and wore these ridiculously yellow rain boots. I was in my only pair of sneakers (this would be their last day). He laughed in this high pitched squeal and as people walked by, I saw his happiness touch their hearts, and even if they had a crap day, his innocent joy made life just a little brighter for the whole camp.
Mary Willingham
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Nancy
I knew this was what I wanted. I knew there would be no regrets. I loved every second of this day. The ball flew at me and I reach up and catch. I throw it back and receive it again only to get splashed in the face by some mud. But as crazy as this sounds, I loved the gritty smelly mud on my face.
Wish I could be. That way they get when it’s nice outside and there’s a little too much smoke in the oven. You bat at it with your gnome fingers and watch as he flies into the pot. Frogs don’t make splashes than they land in the pot. I’ve always wondered why that is. Boil me and I’ll show you how big of a splash I make.
When my 21 month old daughter takes a shower (she’s much too old for baths now, she thinks) she lies down in the water when she’s done and says “plash, plash!” It’s adorable. :)
kb
A girl went to the pool and jumped in. She made a big splash. The splash was so big that everyone got soaked. Everyone then got out of the pool and jumped in the pool. There was a big splash
Adriana
the water came up around me and just before submersion I took a look around and felt the cerulean waves envelop me until with my final breath I exploded upwards and there it was: with a splash I was in the world again.
Janice
The cold water splashed around her legs, and she shivered. The smell of salt and brine filled her nostrils, and seagulls wheeled overhead like shadowy sentinels.
Some here. Some there. Blue, green, red, purple, even black! All over the blank canvas. Abstract as she wanted, Amanda took a step back at her creation. Three year old Jonathon walks over and yells “splash!” Exactly what she was thinking.
Splashing in the pool on a hot summers day is bliss. I find it so relaxing when you dive into the water and everything goes slow as it splashes through the air.
Tegan thomas
I was splashing in puddles and saying it was good for the soul. You had to question everything and have a logical explanation even for the whimsical things in life. I’m hoping I can change that in you, or not really change, but help you to just feel and be in the moment instead of analyzing it.
I splash a lot. I splish and splash here and there with anyone anywhere. I splash myself a little over here, and a lot over there. With you we splash out.
The pool was glistening in the summer sun as it always does, but the same thing still ails me. The world isn’t ready for it, the grand splash of my body into it. The world is my pool, for me to swim within for as long as I please, yet I fear to enter it. There are so many things that could happen. But I feel that it is time, time for my splash.
Bradley
Well now. Splash. That’s going to be a project. I can see a sink and fast motion and me trying to capture drips. What the hey. Ain’t got nothing else to do. Might as well screw around and see what I can do…maybe. Eh, what the hell.
Joel Malley
we splashed into the water time and again, almost as often as we laughed. all of those memories of the summer are so loud, and now even the spring echoes incredible silence.
Kyle Jackson
It was a splash of cold water to the face. Playing that song, it threw me back to when I was strumming it innocently down the street. The performance that estranged you and started this mess. I’ll never fully understand it, but the lyrics are fitting. “I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow”.
I’m picturing Daryl Hannah and that annoying mermaid sound…
Also someone I used to know who was supposedly in the film somewhere, but said she wasn’t visible and not to bother looking for her. I never did, but others felt the need to dissect every second of the film to try to find her. I don’t think anyone ever did. I think she said she was one of several hundred reporters. That or maybe 3rd mermaid from the left.
Noisy Quiet
Oh man, the bridge, man! You should have freakin seen it! Andy was, like, halfway across and we all heard this, like, flippin loud CCCRRRAAAAACCCKKKKK and the bridge, like, started falling, London fucking bridge, man! Andy went down like a rock and the bridge is flippin toast!
On the carpet and my shirt, black and blacker still, on my fingernails twisting round my eyebrows and lashes and dark spots, one after another after another and the entire world works against me, building each and every step.
he and i went into the big blue waters of the North Carolina shore. it was a bright sunny day. he wrapped his arms around me as we dived deep into the water. coming up for breath, we then splashed each other with the cooling water:)
“Splash!”
The weather was splendid and the kids took advantage of this time to torture Mommy and Daddy.
“Haha!!! I got you wet Mommy!!!” little Joey hollered, wide grin spread across his face
“Yeah, you just got owned by a five year old, Mom” my oldest son told me.
splash i went
back into the pool of turmoil
they saved me once
but they wont dare pull me out unwillingly again
this time i am my own savior
i am my only rescue
The pool, the rock. I throw it in and it floats. What? Rocks don’t float, but this one does. Like a leaf, disguised as a rock. How peculiar.
Momo
splash and just like that all my worries went away, taken by the cool summer breeze making me fell alive again and that’s when i see you
sara
splash. ducklings following their mother. splash. the frogs leaps in as danger approaches. splash. a child finding the joy of water on a sweltering summer day. splash.
Kate
Splash!! When i resurfaced everyone was clapping, i’d just won our anual 4th of July splash contest. I made the biggest splash!
The water was cold when we jumped into the pool. I could smell the chlorine and feel the warm sun on my shoulders. I heard a loud SPLASH from behind me and immediately felt the cold drops of water on my head and neck.
Val
Splash i think I’m supposed to think summer and pool and chlorine stained hair. Stinging eyes. I only want to ever think of these things. I want my life to only consist of bathing suits, stubbed toes from the concrete around the pool and popsicle stains. I only want to be in water. I want the water to slap me in the face so i know this is real. Splash me
I burst through the cracked window with my shoulder. The glass shattered and I kept going, over the windowsill and over the pool. I waved my arms and kicked my legs, trying to get control of my body before I hit the water.
Splashing her face with what was left of the water bottle’s contents, she shook it off. The race had ridden the line between exhilarating and exhausting, and she was still trying to figure out whether or not it was worth it.
I heard the splash as I turned my head away from the pond. We had only been there feeding the ducks a moment. Looking away had been a horrible mistake.
Sheila Good
and then ripples. spreading in circles, making a dartboard of the water’s surface.
I splashed with him in the puddles. He barely made it half way up my thigh, and wore these ridiculously yellow rain boots. I was in my only pair of sneakers (this would be their last day). He laughed in this high pitched squeal and as people walked by, I saw his happiness touch their hearts, and even if they had a crap day, his innocent joy made life just a little brighter for the whole camp.
water spring puddles rain cool glass lemonade olive oil on salad quiet summer nights pool parties family childhood swimming in lakes
I knew this was what I wanted. I knew there would be no regrets. I loved every second of this day. The ball flew at me and I reach up and catch. I throw it back and receive it again only to get splashed in the face by some mud. But as crazy as this sounds, I loved the gritty smelly mud on my face.
Wish I could be. That way they get when it’s nice outside and there’s a little too much smoke in the oven. You bat at it with your gnome fingers and watch as he flies into the pot. Frogs don’t make splashes than they land in the pot. I’ve always wondered why that is. Boil me and I’ll show you how big of a splash I make.
When my 21 month old daughter takes a shower (she’s much too old for baths now, she thinks) she lies down in the water when she’s done and says “plash, plash!” It’s adorable. :)
A girl went to the pool and jumped in. She made a big splash. The splash was so big that everyone got soaked. Everyone then got out of the pool and jumped in the pool. There was a big splash
the water came up around me and just before submersion I took a look around and felt the cerulean waves envelop me until with my final breath I exploded upwards and there it was: with a splash I was in the world again.
The cold water splashed around her legs, and she shivered. The smell of salt and brine filled her nostrils, and seagulls wheeled overhead like shadowy sentinels.
Some here. Some there. Blue, green, red, purple, even black! All over the blank canvas. Abstract as she wanted, Amanda took a step back at her creation. Three year old Jonathon walks over and yells “splash!” Exactly what she was thinking.
Splashing in the pool on a hot summers day is bliss. I find it so relaxing when you dive into the water and everything goes slow as it splashes through the air.
I was splashing in puddles and saying it was good for the soul. You had to question everything and have a logical explanation even for the whimsical things in life. I’m hoping I can change that in you, or not really change, but help you to just feel and be in the moment instead of analyzing it.
I splash a lot. I splish and splash here and there with anyone anywhere. I splash myself a little over here, and a lot over there. With you we splash out.
The pool was glistening in the summer sun as it always does, but the same thing still ails me. The world isn’t ready for it, the grand splash of my body into it. The world is my pool, for me to swim within for as long as I please, yet I fear to enter it. There are so many things that could happen. But I feel that it is time, time for my splash.
Well now. Splash. That’s going to be a project. I can see a sink and fast motion and me trying to capture drips. What the hey. Ain’t got nothing else to do. Might as well screw around and see what I can do…maybe. Eh, what the hell.
we splashed into the water time and again, almost as often as we laughed. all of those memories of the summer are so loud, and now even the spring echoes incredible silence.
It was a splash of cold water to the face. Playing that song, it threw me back to when I was strumming it innocently down the street. The performance that estranged you and started this mess. I’ll never fully understand it, but the lyrics are fitting. “I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow”.
Splash
The movie
I’m picturing Daryl Hannah and that annoying mermaid sound…
Also someone I used to know who was supposedly in the film somewhere, but said she wasn’t visible and not to bother looking for her. I never did, but others felt the need to dissect every second of the film to try to find her. I don’t think anyone ever did. I think she said she was one of several hundred reporters. That or maybe 3rd mermaid from the left.
Oh man, the bridge, man! You should have freakin seen it! Andy was, like, halfway across and we all heard this, like, flippin loud CCCRRRAAAAACCCKKKKK and the bridge, like, started falling, London fucking bridge, man! Andy went down like a rock and the bridge is flippin toast!
On the carpet and my shirt, black and blacker still, on my fingernails twisting round my eyebrows and lashes and dark spots, one after another after another and the entire world works against me, building each and every step.
I can’t breathe. Maybe I will never be able to.
he and i went into the big blue waters of the North Carolina shore. it was a bright sunny day. he wrapped his arms around me as we dived deep into the water. coming up for breath, we then splashed each other with the cooling water:)
“Splash!”
The weather was splendid and the kids took advantage of this time to torture Mommy and Daddy.
“Haha!!! I got you wet Mommy!!!” little Joey hollered, wide grin spread across his face
“Yeah, you just got owned by a five year old, Mom” my oldest son told me.
Splash! Plash. Lash. Ash. Sh…
splash i went
back into the pool of turmoil
they saved me once
but they wont dare pull me out unwillingly again
this time i am my own savior
i am my only rescue
I witnessed the
spear
going through
the
heart
.
run in the sand
splash into the surf
dive under the waves
open my eyes
feel the sting
forget about air
magikarp used SPLASH!
it didn’t do anything…
The pool, the rock. I throw it in and it floats. What? Rocks don’t float, but this one does. Like a leaf, disguised as a rock. How peculiar.
splash and just like that all my worries went away, taken by the cool summer breeze making me fell alive again and that’s when i see you
splash. ducklings following their mother. splash. the frogs leaps in as danger approaches. splash. a child finding the joy of water on a sweltering summer day. splash.
Splash!! When i resurfaced everyone was clapping, i’d just won our anual 4th of July splash contest. I made the biggest splash!
The water was cold when we jumped into the pool. I could smell the chlorine and feel the warm sun on my shoulders. I heard a loud SPLASH from behind me and immediately felt the cold drops of water on my head and neck.
Splash i think I’m supposed to think summer and pool and chlorine stained hair. Stinging eyes. I only want to ever think of these things. I want my life to only consist of bathing suits, stubbed toes from the concrete around the pool and popsicle stains. I only want to be in water. I want the water to slap me in the face so i know this is real. Splash me
I burst through the cracked window with my shoulder. The glass shattered and I kept going, over the windowsill and over the pool. I waved my arms and kicked my legs, trying to get control of my body before I hit the water.
SPLASH!!!!! run run run run jump splash!!! it would be so much more fun if life were more like a day at the pool. simple refreshing and half clothed.
Splashing her face with what was left of the water bottle’s contents, she shook it off. The race had ridden the line between exhilarating and exhausting, and she was still trying to figure out whether or not it was worth it.
I heard the splash as I turned my head away from the pond. We had only been there feeding the ducks a moment. Looking away had been a horrible mistake.
and then ripples. spreading in circles, making a dartboard of the water’s surface.
Water. Wave. Beach. Fun. Children. Playing. Eyes. Crying. Fighting. Arguing. Hurt. Pain. Splash.
Amy splashed the Doctor.
“Hey! Watch the bowtie!” he shouted.
Amy giggled. “I don’t care about your silly bowtie.”
“Well I do,” he said. “Don’t splash the bowtie!”
Amy splashed him more. “Splash, splash!”
“Oi!”
splash! there he stood, drenched, soaking from head to toe, and she just laughed. I’ll get her ….one day.