spray like a needle, washing away the coldness of terror, fighting off the infection within, spray like a champion, vanquishing disaster, spray like a rapier, ending oblivion.
Dan L
you spray me i spray you.
spray is from the ocean breeze
a mist which keeps your body enveloped in a warm summer day. spray
james
I’d give anything to be at the beach right now. To feel the ocean water, to hear the wind and smell the sea salt… anywhere but here.
Jaime
DOc#23053
ciriaco abreu
The mist of the ocean was a wake up call.
How long have I been here, and where exactly is “here”? There’s a boat in the distance. I watch it rise out of the water and rise into the sky.
I’m alone.
JCE
The spray tingles my skin. little drops of water fly through the air. They hit my skin
monica
I thik about fine mist coming from things like spray paint cans and 409. tiny little dropplets of liquid evenly disrtibuted for the most part.
gwynn
Seaspray. You know, the ice-cold droplets you feel on your face when you’re tanning on the beach. What a great feeling. And the sounds. The waves crashing, the seagulls screeching. The sand between your fingers and toes, the breeze brushing over your body.
joy
I’ve never actually refered to it this way, but it fits. A spray of love to someone’s heart, which was from someone’s heart. You aren’t drowning them in it, but it’s enough to get by on. No one will ever think of it like this again….mwahahahahah!!!
Amy L. S.
why is it that water is so good? when you are on the ocean, does one know why the feeling is so great?
Nic
Say it, don’t spray it. You know, when you’re young, things are so easy to use as teasing material. I feel bad for that kid with the lisp now. I know he couldn’t help spitting in my eye when he just wanted to say hello. But it’s not my fault he can’t fly.
Mia
As i was strolling down the beach the winds breeze sprayed the salty ocean mist at my face leaving little dots of water on my hair and my glasses. As i was about to clean my glasses the wind blew again as though something were trying to reach out to me, but i just ignored it..
Lauren
just a drop of water in the endless sea. people write about the ocean with this one. Thats interesting.
Nic
say somthing,
anything,
dont leave me here to suffer with silence.
Silence is a deafening noise,
No love,
no compassion,
only emptyness,
dont leave me with that.
ts
a spray of sea mist will cool my face. Let’s see…already done one, not much else to say. I have played a game with my brother where we spray each other with spray bottles filled with water. ….Mommy made me mash my m&ms…boohoo!!!!!!!!
Amy L. S.
Phil noticed the words with a sense of understanding and unusual calm. “Spray” was written boldly, but with ease on the side of his shack. It made no sense for Phil to talk to the vandal; he knew it might be years before the two ever saw eye to eye. Phil sighed deeply as he grabbed his cane and shut the door behind him.
Luke
When the whales surface and the math teacher goes on and on about isosoceles triangles until the spittle untangles from his lips, then I account it’s high time to get to sea.
jamie
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
M.E.P.D.
As I walked down the shore line, I realized I would never be coming back again. Never would I be able to feel the salty ocean spray my bare dampened skin. This was the end of it. The beautiful sunsets would only be a dream and never again a reality. I was going home for good.
Emily
my heart was racing as i held the spray can in my hand i was almost done but i hear some sirens around the corner and start to book it. to late. now im in jail.
eileen
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
M.E.P.D.
hair spray makes my hair flat, straight, and stiff. It is very hard to brush out. I really don’t like it. A spray of water will cool my face, but a sudden spray of fire burns it. I hope I really don’t get any sprays in my face, basically.
Amy L. S.
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
MADDIE D.
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
MADDIE D.
the waves on the ocean. Mist spraying in my face. Wind rushing through my hair. The boat slowly jumping from crest to crest on the water. Pure serenity. Who is there, or what is happening doesn’t matter in the moment. The only thing important is the salty air in my lungs, rejuvenating my soul.
Nic
the hot sand underneath her feet were appeased by a sudden rush of tide, and the salty ocean water sprayed in her face, reminding her of all the wonderfully blissful times she had spent there as a child. it all came rushing back. she smiled, and started to wade in. as it started to envelop her, the water clamed down, as if beckoning her to dive. when she was waist deep, swaying slightly, she forgot about all of her worries and preoccupations and dove headfirst into a new world.
johnny
Its every time i look around. Somebody is spraying some kind of different gossip. It’s both interesting and obnoxious at the same time.
The way they go about their lives talking about everybody elses out of bordom. Its crazy.
Will this annoying train ever stop?
Dusty (:
sprit spray
waterdrops fall
onto my shirt
into the hall
iron sizzles as it caresses the cotton
poor spray bottle dont worry–
You’ll never be forgotten!
Sarah Bronson
as the substance was sprayed, she immeadiately felt light-headed. the chemical began to take effect and she started top black out. “wait” she mumbled, barely understandable, but it was all over. She was too late.
Katie
The the sea foam sprayed against the sides of the mighty ship. He was going home. His adventures had taken him far and wide, but nothing could take him back to the times that he was at home, safe and sound from the dangers of the sea or of distant lands full of exotic creatures and peoples. But, ah! Home at last. What beauty are in those words. Yes, nothing is quite like home…
J. Baldwin
sea mist.
Getel and loving.
It makes you long for what you never truly had.
Have you ever been in love?
The mothers arms wraped gently around you.
ts
i am sprayed with a shallow wave from the ocean shore as the segalls fly across the sky and little kids collect shells this is the perfect day!
savannah newell
The rain comes and goes but what always follows? rainbows! they spray out there light bring joy after a gloomy event. you never know where it ends and apart of you doesn’t want it to.
Sarah Montgomery
The teenage girl layers the hairspray on for picture day. Beautiful, she thinks, as she sprays the last flowing blonde lock of hair.
She puts the spray away, getting out, instead, her perfume…
Bridget
the water laps up onto the beach
early morning, in solitude
i taste the sea salt in my mouth
as the spray of the wave envelopes me
mb
to spray,
is to mark your place,
the graffiti on the wall,
the territory of the dog,
the rebelion of the student.
to mark your place in society.
Nova
the sea air stings my face, and warms my heart, even in it’s chilling iciness. the saltwater crashes and booms around me, echoing with the shrieks of sailors lost at sea. the spray is cool and wet, but i am happy and at peace.
theliz
to spray,
is to mark your place,
the graffiti on the wall,
the territory of the dog,
the rebelion of the student.
to mark your place in society.
Nova
Water is nice. It makes me feel like I’m flying when I’m beneath the waves and looking up at the sun peircing through the reflections. My eyes feel replenishd. The spray of the water when it rains is like the whole world is ALIVE.
Savy Shine
The sea sprays with foam. Sometimes we tend to spray what we are going to say, instead of saying it. Other examples of spray are when the faucet sprays water from its nozzle, or when a whale sprays water from its blow hole. There are many definitions of spray.
spray like a needle, washing away the coldness of terror, fighting off the infection within, spray like a champion, vanquishing disaster, spray like a rapier, ending oblivion.
you spray me i spray you.
spray is from the ocean breeze
a mist which keeps your body enveloped in a warm summer day. spray
I’d give anything to be at the beach right now. To feel the ocean water, to hear the wind and smell the sea salt… anywhere but here.
DOc#23053
The mist of the ocean was a wake up call.
How long have I been here, and where exactly is “here”? There’s a boat in the distance. I watch it rise out of the water and rise into the sky.
I’m alone.
The spray tingles my skin. little drops of water fly through the air. They hit my skin
I thik about fine mist coming from things like spray paint cans and 409. tiny little dropplets of liquid evenly disrtibuted for the most part.
Seaspray. You know, the ice-cold droplets you feel on your face when you’re tanning on the beach. What a great feeling. And the sounds. The waves crashing, the seagulls screeching. The sand between your fingers and toes, the breeze brushing over your body.
I’ve never actually refered to it this way, but it fits. A spray of love to someone’s heart, which was from someone’s heart. You aren’t drowning them in it, but it’s enough to get by on. No one will ever think of it like this again….mwahahahahah!!!
why is it that water is so good? when you are on the ocean, does one know why the feeling is so great?
Say it, don’t spray it. You know, when you’re young, things are so easy to use as teasing material. I feel bad for that kid with the lisp now. I know he couldn’t help spitting in my eye when he just wanted to say hello. But it’s not my fault he can’t fly.
As i was strolling down the beach the winds breeze sprayed the salty ocean mist at my face leaving little dots of water on my hair and my glasses. As i was about to clean my glasses the wind blew again as though something were trying to reach out to me, but i just ignored it..
just a drop of water in the endless sea. people write about the ocean with this one. Thats interesting.
say somthing,
anything,
dont leave me here to suffer with silence.
Silence is a deafening noise,
No love,
no compassion,
only emptyness,
dont leave me with that.
a spray of sea mist will cool my face. Let’s see…already done one, not much else to say. I have played a game with my brother where we spray each other with spray bottles filled with water. ….Mommy made me mash my m&ms…boohoo!!!!!!!!
Phil noticed the words with a sense of understanding and unusual calm. “Spray” was written boldly, but with ease on the side of his shack. It made no sense for Phil to talk to the vandal; he knew it might be years before the two ever saw eye to eye. Phil sighed deeply as he grabbed his cane and shut the door behind him.
When the whales surface and the math teacher goes on and on about isosoceles triangles until the spittle untangles from his lips, then I account it’s high time to get to sea.
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
As I walked down the shore line, I realized I would never be coming back again. Never would I be able to feel the salty ocean spray my bare dampened skin. This was the end of it. The beautiful sunsets would only be a dream and never again a reality. I was going home for good.
my heart was racing as i held the spray can in my hand i was almost done but i hear some sirens around the corner and start to book it. to late. now im in jail.
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
hair spray makes my hair flat, straight, and stiff. It is very hard to brush out. I really don’t like it. A spray of water will cool my face, but a sudden spray of fire burns it. I hope I really don’t get any sprays in my face, basically.
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
A MIST OF WATER FROM A PINK PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE.BURNING TASTE AND STING OF HAIRSPRAY, CLOUDS OF SPRAY FILLING THE AREA AROUND YOU.cHOKING, AND GAGGING AS YOU TAKE IN THE SMELL.AS THE GLORIOUS SMELL AND TASTE OF OCEAN MIST SHOOTS UP TO TICKLE YOUR FACE!
the waves on the ocean. Mist spraying in my face. Wind rushing through my hair. The boat slowly jumping from crest to crest on the water. Pure serenity. Who is there, or what is happening doesn’t matter in the moment. The only thing important is the salty air in my lungs, rejuvenating my soul.
the hot sand underneath her feet were appeased by a sudden rush of tide, and the salty ocean water sprayed in her face, reminding her of all the wonderfully blissful times she had spent there as a child. it all came rushing back. she smiled, and started to wade in. as it started to envelop her, the water clamed down, as if beckoning her to dive. when she was waist deep, swaying slightly, she forgot about all of her worries and preoccupations and dove headfirst into a new world.
Its every time i look around. Somebody is spraying some kind of different gossip. It’s both interesting and obnoxious at the same time.
The way they go about their lives talking about everybody elses out of bordom. Its crazy.
Will this annoying train ever stop?
sprit spray
waterdrops fall
onto my shirt
into the hall
iron sizzles as it caresses the cotton
poor spray bottle dont worry–
You’ll never be forgotten!
as the substance was sprayed, she immeadiately felt light-headed. the chemical began to take effect and she started top black out. “wait” she mumbled, barely understandable, but it was all over. She was too late.
The the sea foam sprayed against the sides of the mighty ship. He was going home. His adventures had taken him far and wide, but nothing could take him back to the times that he was at home, safe and sound from the dangers of the sea or of distant lands full of exotic creatures and peoples. But, ah! Home at last. What beauty are in those words. Yes, nothing is quite like home…
sea mist.
Getel and loving.
It makes you long for what you never truly had.
Have you ever been in love?
The mothers arms wraped gently around you.
i am sprayed with a shallow wave from the ocean shore as the segalls fly across the sky and little kids collect shells this is the perfect day!
The rain comes and goes but what always follows? rainbows! they spray out there light bring joy after a gloomy event. you never know where it ends and apart of you doesn’t want it to.
The teenage girl layers the hairspray on for picture day. Beautiful, she thinks, as she sprays the last flowing blonde lock of hair.
She puts the spray away, getting out, instead, her perfume…
the water laps up onto the beach
early morning, in solitude
i taste the sea salt in my mouth
as the spray of the wave envelopes me
to spray,
is to mark your place,
the graffiti on the wall,
the territory of the dog,
the rebelion of the student.
to mark your place in society.
the sea air stings my face, and warms my heart, even in it’s chilling iciness. the saltwater crashes and booms around me, echoing with the shrieks of sailors lost at sea. the spray is cool and wet, but i am happy and at peace.
to spray,
is to mark your place,
the graffiti on the wall,
the territory of the dog,
the rebelion of the student.
to mark your place in society.
Water is nice. It makes me feel like I’m flying when I’m beneath the waves and looking up at the sun peircing through the reflections. My eyes feel replenishd. The spray of the water when it rains is like the whole world is ALIVE.
The sea sprays with foam. Sometimes we tend to spray what we are going to say, instead of saying it. Other examples of spray are when the faucet sprays water from its nozzle, or when a whale sprays water from its blow hole. There are many definitions of spray.