It was a starry night. Well, at least somewhere. When she looked out her window, all she could see was a white haze created by the streetlights lining the busy city roads. She knew there was more to life. She longed to see the rolling hills in vibrant hues of green meeting the azure sky, the autumn foliage fiery reds and golds. And the stars. Oh how she longed to see the stars, each one unfathomably large, yet they appeared to be infinite. A smattering of diamonds illuminating the eternal darkness. She could get lost just thinking about it.
mads
Starry reminds me of the Starry Night painting my Vincent Van Gough. It is a beautiful painting that should be studied more. I may bring a picture of it into my classroom to do some comprehension connections. Do you think I would be able to find a good picture of it?
Allison
“This is beautiful”, I say as I stare up at the starry night sky. From the ground I’m laying on. my hand intertwined with the only person on Earth I feel genuinely loves me. we stare at the starry sky together. Happy and content with where we are in the world.
Jordan
She leaned back all the way until she was laying spread eagle in the tall grass, staring at the sky. The blades of grass cut her vision only to what was immediately above her. Stars. All stars.
It was a starry and cold night, I was sitting by the window , looking at the beautiful sky, full of stars, with no clouds and a big bright moon starting its way just above the roofs.
Iza
Sparkling, lovely shining stars scattered across the blue-black sky. The light and romantic beauty of the night.
Kathy Luana Bailey
starry night.!
Fatima
the sky was starry, I remember when my brother went to the stars and burnt to death, fun times.
Kit Haskell
No, I’ve done this already. Just… no.
Tick, tock, hurry up timer.
Abbie
I’ve done this already!
Millie Taylor
As I gaze upon the starry night, it made me realize how vast our world is.
I see countless stars dotting the horizon, around it an eternal void.
I wonder, if there is life around the stars, do they also gaze up and also wonder?
The stars were splayed out across the night sky like flecks of paint from a still and silent picture. This picture was disturbed gruffly by the illumination of the sky, explosions filled the air and flames roared and circled to meet the stars.
Abbie
It was a starry, starry night and I could feel myself shaking. I had butterflies. I saw him staring at me, his magical hazel eyes looking into mine. He leaned towards me and put his lips on mine. I responded in return and reassured him I wanted this. My first ever kiss. It was magical! We kissed for over five minutes, his fingers running through my hair and my hands gently sliding around his shoulders and neck. I could’ve done this for hours. I gently took my lips off his and said, “I love you.” I knew it was a risk on our first date, but I did. I really did. I was worried he wasn’t going to say it back but then, with the most handsome smile ever, he replied,”I love you more than you could possibly imagine.” He then leaned in again and started kissing me so passionately I couldn’t quite believe it. This was what I wanted.
Millie Taylor
It was a starry night. I heard people cheering, ready for the show to begin. My fellow friends and family were chanting, ” FIREWORKS!” I couldn’t quite believe it, the war was over! We were finally at peace with Germany and I could enjoy myself again. Our village were celebrating by having a bonfire.
Millie Taylor
The last starry night was before the fires, when the sky was crisp and hot, like it was waiting for the snap of the twigs andnthe flames to shatter the glassy sheen glittering in the night’s sky. We were waitj gfor it to happen, casually strumming our instruments to ———‘s new melody that sounded like notes dripped from his melting body. His guitar was covered with the waxy splashes sheared from his fingers while he strummed the strings.
It was the night before the morning after and today it was this morning after that night that was in between the starry skies and all about was lively and calm because the bell chimed on time.
Robert Kohlhammer
pillars of gold that glint so bright with height and a sight to see. already dead inside or out a cloud of smoke is blinking through the night. white crates of a collection of beads
Veronica
Starry night skies. Summer time and fire flies. Starry eyed lovers stealing glances across the room. Twinkle Twinkle little star.
Sarah Buresch
stars galaxy universe night sun bright pretty planets meteors sky astronaut flashing old night
Brooklynn Friel-whatman
I stared at the Van Gogh painting. The swirls and colors so vibrant and alive and so different from the world that everyone else saw. No wonder he was depressed. To see so differently was to be ostracized.
Clark
She sighs and takes a deep swig of her coffee, swirling the black stuff around in its cups. The lapping waves leave brown footsteps against the insides of the white ceramic, and she listens to the pulse of the night beneath her feet, up on the rooftop and beneath the voidlike sky.
It was high time for a kiss and a crime on a starry, starry night. I was waiting with the guns and goods at the corner of Ninth and Hyde. She came running over with her hat tipped over, the brim covering her eyes. And we broke out of rank and into the bank and cast our luck like dice.
It was a starry night. Well, at least somewhere. When she looked out her window, all she could see was a white haze created by the streetlights lining the busy city roads. She knew there was more to life. She longed to see the rolling hills in vibrant hues of green meeting the azure sky, the autumn foliage fiery reds and golds. And the stars. Oh how she longed to see the stars, each one unfathomably large, yet they appeared to be infinite. A smattering of diamonds illuminating the eternal darkness. She could get lost just thinking about it.
Starry reminds me of the Starry Night painting my Vincent Van Gough. It is a beautiful painting that should be studied more. I may bring a picture of it into my classroom to do some comprehension connections. Do you think I would be able to find a good picture of it?
“This is beautiful”, I say as I stare up at the starry night sky. From the ground I’m laying on. my hand intertwined with the only person on Earth I feel genuinely loves me. we stare at the starry sky together. Happy and content with where we are in the world.
She leaned back all the way until she was laying spread eagle in the tall grass, staring at the sky. The blades of grass cut her vision only to what was immediately above her. Stars. All stars.
moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo starry moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo starry moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo starry moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo starry moo
It was a starry and cold night, I was sitting by the window , looking at the beautiful sky, full of stars, with no clouds and a big bright moon starting its way just above the roofs.
Sparkling, lovely shining stars scattered across the blue-black sky. The light and romantic beauty of the night.
starry night.!
the sky was starry, I remember when my brother went to the stars and burnt to death, fun times.
No, I’ve done this already. Just… no.
Tick, tock, hurry up timer.
I’ve done this already!
As I gaze upon the starry night, it made me realize how vast our world is.
I see countless stars dotting the horizon, around it an eternal void.
I wonder, if there is life around the stars, do they also gaze up and also wonder?
The stars were splayed out across the night sky like flecks of paint from a still and silent picture. This picture was disturbed gruffly by the illumination of the sky, explosions filled the air and flames roared and circled to meet the stars.
It was a starry, starry night and I could feel myself shaking. I had butterflies. I saw him staring at me, his magical hazel eyes looking into mine. He leaned towards me and put his lips on mine. I responded in return and reassured him I wanted this. My first ever kiss. It was magical! We kissed for over five minutes, his fingers running through my hair and my hands gently sliding around his shoulders and neck. I could’ve done this for hours. I gently took my lips off his and said, “I love you.” I knew it was a risk on our first date, but I did. I really did. I was worried he wasn’t going to say it back but then, with the most handsome smile ever, he replied,”I love you more than you could possibly imagine.” He then leaned in again and started kissing me so passionately I couldn’t quite believe it. This was what I wanted.
It was a starry night. I heard people cheering, ready for the show to begin. My fellow friends and family were chanting, ” FIREWORKS!” I couldn’t quite believe it, the war was over! We were finally at peace with Germany and I could enjoy myself again. Our village were celebrating by having a bonfire.
The last starry night was before the fires, when the sky was crisp and hot, like it was waiting for the snap of the twigs andnthe flames to shatter the glassy sheen glittering in the night’s sky. We were waitj gfor it to happen, casually strumming our instruments to ———‘s new melody that sounded like notes dripped from his melting body. His guitar was covered with the waxy splashes sheared from his fingers while he strummed the strings.
It was the night before the morning after and today it was this morning after that night that was in between the starry skies and all about was lively and calm because the bell chimed on time.
pillars of gold that glint so bright with height and a sight to see. already dead inside or out a cloud of smoke is blinking through the night. white crates of a collection of beads
Starry night skies. Summer time and fire flies. Starry eyed lovers stealing glances across the room. Twinkle Twinkle little star.
stars galaxy universe night sun bright pretty planets meteors sky astronaut flashing old night
I stared at the Van Gogh painting. The swirls and colors so vibrant and alive and so different from the world that everyone else saw. No wonder he was depressed. To see so differently was to be ostracized.
She sighs and takes a deep swig of her coffee, swirling the black stuff around in its cups. The lapping waves leave brown footsteps against the insides of the white ceramic, and she listens to the pulse of the night beneath her feet, up on the rooftop and beneath the voidlike sky.
It was high time for a kiss and a crime on a starry, starry night. I was waiting with the guns and goods at the corner of Ninth and Hyde. She came running over with her hat tipped over, the brim covering her eyes. And we broke out of rank and into the bank and cast our luck like dice.
If for a moment
the worlds would aligned
That for every star
we find a moon
That in this sparse sky
we will see ourselves