The stealth of dragons depends on clouds, on hill size, on the hearing impairment of those in the tiny villages. And even when all factors are considered and prime, it is Anir’s fate to still be the unluckiest, unstealthiest, and hungriest dragon alive.
The cubes may surround me, but they know nothing of me. I have seen their interiors, but thy’ve seen nothing of me. I’m a black vapor, a nebula, a gas cloud for all to ignore. This is the shape of a brain without substance. A mind without corporeality. A blank man. The cubes are standing. They are looking down. They only see each other, and past each other. They see what they want to see. They don’t see me.
This open form. A manifold space. This open form is my existance and it’s real. Yet most know nothing of it, of the loss, of the blank.
Steve Ross
Shh. Shh. Hiding in the laundry basket with my little notepad and stub of a pencil. Peering out through the cracks in the wicker weave. Spying.
I don’t think I saw it coming. Life was always like that, creeping up on you. I didn’t know you were going to appear to me. I didn’t know we were talk for hours about meaningless things. I didn’t know you were going to make me happy. And I most definitely didn’t know you were going to save me.
So you and life crept up on me. Masters of stealth you were.
He came quietly, didn’t speak. It was all done with movement. He used his eyes, hands, and lips to take over me. I never saw it coming, and by the time I realized he was in, my heart was gone.
The night was fill with loud music that came from the near-by bar, but I was still able to detect a song of someone try to open the back window. despite the stealth of his effort.
“Old age creeps up on you,” he said. It was more the stealth of his approach I objected to, that had gotten him to the point where he could lean in and whisper this message into my ear, than the message itself. For me old age was thundering in like a rampaging mob. It advertised itself in my sagging arms as I washed in the morning and at various times during the day to my final groan as I lay down to sleep.
Quietly, she slipped through her hallway, feeling ridiculous having to sneak in her own home. Well, that’s what you do when you’re trying not to die, she thought to herself. The daggers remained clenched in her hands, her knuckles turning white with the effort. There was glass sprayed from her window when she peaked around the corner, watching for the invader.
They called him Stealth because of the way he looked, lived his life, and composed himself. He wore camouflage clothes head to toe. He stood in the shadows waiting for enemies. He was always incognito and was very dangerous to know. But most people did not know him until it was too late.
Ben
Stealth is an amazing thing, many people use it. Maybe the most known, but not seen people who use it, are NINJAS, ninjas rely on stealth for everything, they master it, and make it their own, they know how to use it. So if you want to use stealth, ask a ninja, if you can find one!
Jacob
She slipped through the doors, keeping her footsteps light. She knew she couldn’t let them see her, or she’d never make it out of this alive. She made her way up the stairs, avoiding the one in the middle that always creaked, and edged around the loose floorboard on the landing. She was grateful that she knew this house like the back of her hand, glad they’d lived their for her whole life, sometimes. It meant she could creep in without waking her parents.
Stealthily, the spy watches, slipping behind trees and following the young couple down the street. He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s spying on his sister and her lover; still less that he envies the lover. If anyone ever found out, he’d be ridiculed and shunned….
Kate Settlemyre
Superman, like when all you see is abs and muscles. When you ace a test you thought you were going to fail. When you hear a success story from someone overcoming a sickness or obstacle that once held them back. The feeling when your writers block suddenly vanishes, the power of God and how he holds you in his palm.
Megan
She was in stealth mode all of the time. People came and went from her life so often that she had no reason to care other than self defense. People were usually on the attack. This made her so prone to violence that her shields were always up.
HC
the stealth bomber destroyed the little town.
Vijayalakshmi
As i stealthily made my way through the garden, i listened to the door open and close. Seconds after, he was by my side whispering in my ear about what should
Meg
he stealthily snuck into the garden. As soon as he heard the door open and close again ever so stealthily, he knew that she had made it out. their night was about to begin, maybe even more
Meg
he stealthily snuck into the garden. As soon as he heard the door open and close again ever so stealthily, he knew that she had made it out. their night was about to begin, maybe even more
Meg
She is not fooled by my cool expression and slow smile. The disbelief sits in the corner of my mouth like a snail, curled and slimy and hateful. I am no good at this sort of thing, and she knows.
“Sweetheart,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“Go away now.” I say, cool as July. Pantherlike, I creep away.
Bronwyn
Stealth. I love that I got this word. This is what I thought of my self as I was racing USSA last month. Not slow but deliberate. Ninja on a bike. Shoulders hunched ready to pounce. It’s also makes me think of fighter jets. It’s a warm word for some reason and fun to say. Like you say it in the same way you think it should sound to convey Stealth.
Kelley
I remember that movie “Stealth”. The whole new artificial intelligence in the stealth aircraft was kind of creepy but fascinating. I can’t believe some of those things are coming to past these days.
Etana Disasa
Stealthily he approached the end of the dock. He had no idea that the foe he feared creeped behind. As her slowly took the last few steps that would lead him to the end of the structure he realized there was someone behind him. But then it was too late.
Seth Cohen loved being stealth. One time he got drunk and went out somewhere (I can’t remember) with Ryan and was trying to be ‘stealth’ but Sandy came out and there he was sliding over the top of the Range Rover in his black clothes and said “shhhh we’re being stealth” to Sandy. It was very funny.
Andy
Forget stealth. I want to run, to race until I am just a distant spot on the horizon. I want to stretch muscles until they burn and ache with exertion, until the oxygen leaves my lungs in short, frantic bursts. I want to put several cities between us. But most of all, I want to yell. I want to open my mouth and for once not care what comes out of it, whether it be incoherent noises, or screams, or a fully-formed stream of words.
I am tired of hiding.
The man creeped down the alleyway, stealth in his walk. He was moving in a manner that showed purpose to the uninformed onlooker yet left mystery as to his final purpose. The night was bright still and cool but the air hung light.
Colin Gasamis
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Beverly Gaines
Stealthily sneak a sucker. Suck, Suck. Sweetness on my slippery tongue.
Black wings,
Black flames,
Silence over the skies.
The bird, the plane, the angel of speed and light,
Is black, black, black.
Thomas P.
Slip around the corner. Creep under the table. Skip from shadow to corner. His goal is near. He almost makes it. Then she is there, picking him up and snatching away the plate of freshly baked cookies.
oohh. a strong base has to apply that the foundations of such a construction will only supply strength and solidity, but as a colleague mentioned a strong bottom does not give this water based machine any stealth.
The was nothing stealth about the way Jamie ran through the forest. If anyone was really following him, they not only heard his every move, but they could see the movement of trees as he stumbled and tripped over downed trees and craggy rocks. He almost slammed into a large tree as he gripped the trunk with one arm and looked back through the vegetation for any signs that they were coming.
Bonnie
The trial attracted a lot of press attention, and even some offers of books and movies. But she wanted to get on with her life as normal, or at least what she thought “normal” should be; being able to walk down the street without using stealth and subterfuge to avoid the unwanted attention of strangers. Being able to get through the day without those strangers asking her personal questions. Being able to spend time alone!
The stealth of dragons depends on clouds, on hill size, on the hearing impairment of those in the tiny villages. And even when all factors are considered and prime, it is Anir’s fate to still be the unluckiest, unstealthiest, and hungriest dragon alive.
The cubes may surround me, but they know nothing of me. I have seen their interiors, but thy’ve seen nothing of me. I’m a black vapor, a nebula, a gas cloud for all to ignore. This is the shape of a brain without substance. A mind without corporeality. A blank man. The cubes are standing. They are looking down. They only see each other, and past each other. They see what they want to see. They don’t see me.
This open form. A manifold space. This open form is my existance and it’s real. Yet most know nothing of it, of the loss, of the blank.
Shh. Shh. Hiding in the laundry basket with my little notepad and stub of a pencil. Peering out through the cracks in the wicker weave. Spying.
I don’t think I saw it coming. Life was always like that, creeping up on you. I didn’t know you were going to appear to me. I didn’t know we were talk for hours about meaningless things. I didn’t know you were going to make me happy. And I most definitely didn’t know you were going to save me.
So you and life crept up on me. Masters of stealth you were.
He came quietly, didn’t speak. It was all done with movement. He used his eyes, hands, and lips to take over me. I never saw it coming, and by the time I realized he was in, my heart was gone.
The night was fill with loud music that came from the near-by bar, but I was still able to detect a song of someone try to open the back window. despite the stealth of his effort.
“Old age creeps up on you,” he said. It was more the stealth of his approach I objected to, that had gotten him to the point where he could lean in and whisper this message into my ear, than the message itself. For me old age was thundering in like a rampaging mob. It advertised itself in my sagging arms as I washed in the morning and at various times during the day to my final groan as I lay down to sleep.
My cat runs around the house, jumps, turns, runs, and then with stealth attacks our dog. The poor dog just looks at the cat. ARGH.
Quietly, she slipped through her hallway, feeling ridiculous having to sneak in her own home. Well, that’s what you do when you’re trying not to die, she thought to herself. The daggers remained clenched in her hands, her knuckles turning white with the effort. There was glass sprayed from her window when she peaked around the corner, watching for the invader.
They called him Stealth because of the way he looked, lived his life, and composed himself. He wore camouflage clothes head to toe. He stood in the shadows waiting for enemies. He was always incognito and was very dangerous to know. But most people did not know him until it was too late.
Stealth is an amazing thing, many people use it. Maybe the most known, but not seen people who use it, are NINJAS, ninjas rely on stealth for everything, they master it, and make it their own, they know how to use it. So if you want to use stealth, ask a ninja, if you can find one!
She slipped through the doors, keeping her footsteps light. She knew she couldn’t let them see her, or she’d never make it out of this alive. She made her way up the stairs, avoiding the one in the middle that always creaked, and edged around the loose floorboard on the landing. She was grateful that she knew this house like the back of her hand, glad they’d lived their for her whole life, sometimes. It meant she could creep in without waking her parents.
Stealthily, the spy watches, slipping behind trees and following the young couple down the street. He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s spying on his sister and her lover; still less that he envies the lover. If anyone ever found out, he’d be ridiculed and shunned….
Superman, like when all you see is abs and muscles. When you ace a test you thought you were going to fail. When you hear a success story from someone overcoming a sickness or obstacle that once held them back. The feeling when your writers block suddenly vanishes, the power of God and how he holds you in his palm.
She was in stealth mode all of the time. People came and went from her life so often that she had no reason to care other than self defense. People were usually on the attack. This made her so prone to violence that her shields were always up.
the stealth bomber destroyed the little town.
As i stealthily made my way through the garden, i listened to the door open and close. Seconds after, he was by my side whispering in my ear about what should
he stealthily snuck into the garden. As soon as he heard the door open and close again ever so stealthily, he knew that she had made it out. their night was about to begin, maybe even more
he stealthily snuck into the garden. As soon as he heard the door open and close again ever so stealthily, he knew that she had made it out. their night was about to begin, maybe even more
She is not fooled by my cool expression and slow smile. The disbelief sits in the corner of my mouth like a snail, curled and slimy and hateful. I am no good at this sort of thing, and she knows.
“Sweetheart,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“Go away now.” I say, cool as July. Pantherlike, I creep away.
Stealth. I love that I got this word. This is what I thought of my self as I was racing USSA last month. Not slow but deliberate. Ninja on a bike. Shoulders hunched ready to pounce. It’s also makes me think of fighter jets. It’s a warm word for some reason and fun to say. Like you say it in the same way you think it should sound to convey Stealth.
I remember that movie “Stealth”. The whole new artificial intelligence in the stealth aircraft was kind of creepy but fascinating. I can’t believe some of those things are coming to past these days.
Stealthily he approached the end of the dock. He had no idea that the foe he feared creeped behind. As her slowly took the last few steps that would lead him to the end of the structure he realized there was someone behind him. But then it was too late.
Seth Cohen loved being stealth. One time he got drunk and went out somewhere (I can’t remember) with Ryan and was trying to be ‘stealth’ but Sandy came out and there he was sliding over the top of the Range Rover in his black clothes and said “shhhh we’re being stealth” to Sandy. It was very funny.
Forget stealth. I want to run, to race until I am just a distant spot on the horizon. I want to stretch muscles until they burn and ache with exertion, until the oxygen leaves my lungs in short, frantic bursts. I want to put several cities between us. But most of all, I want to yell. I want to open my mouth and for once not care what comes out of it, whether it be incoherent noises, or screams, or a fully-formed stream of words.
I am tired of hiding.
The man creeped down the alleyway, stealth in his walk. He was moving in a manner that showed purpose to the uninformed onlooker yet left mystery as to his final purpose. The night was bright still and cool but the air hung light.
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I caN SNEAK AROUND WITHOUT BEING KNOWN BY OTHERS WITH ONLY MY GAME PLAN ACKNOWDELGED TO MYSELF,. I DONT HAVE TO SHARE AN IDEA, THOUGHT OR IDEA. I WOULD RATHER BE KNOWN TO OTHER WITH MY GAME PLAN ON THE TABLE.
Stealthily sneak a sucker. Suck, Suck. Sweetness on my slippery tongue.
Footsteps on the grass disturb my concentration. I look around, and yet I see nothing. I start pacing toward the bunch of grass and leaves.
Then I feel a pain and a certain wetness in my stomach. Then, I was gone.
U so stealthy.
Black wings,
Black flames,
Silence over the skies.
The bird, the plane, the angel of speed and light,
Is black, black, black.
Slip around the corner. Creep under the table. Skip from shadow to corner. His goal is near. He almost makes it. Then she is there, picking him up and snatching away the plate of freshly baked cookies.
oohh. a strong base has to apply that the foundations of such a construction will only supply strength and solidity, but as a colleague mentioned a strong bottom does not give this water based machine any stealth.
Stealthily sneak a cookie.
The was nothing stealth about the way Jamie ran through the forest. If anyone was really following him, they not only heard his every move, but they could see the movement of trees as he stumbled and tripped over downed trees and craggy rocks. He almost slammed into a large tree as he gripped the trunk with one arm and looked back through the vegetation for any signs that they were coming.
The trial attracted a lot of press attention, and even some offers of books and movies. But she wanted to get on with her life as normal, or at least what she thought “normal” should be; being able to walk down the street without using stealth and subterfuge to avoid the unwanted attention of strangers. Being able to get through the day without those strangers asking her personal questions. Being able to spend time alone!