The man looked stern. His hair was swept back in a gelled curve, his mustache artfully hiding his upper lip. His lips are pressed tightly together as he looks straight ahead.
Julie
´´ Yes! this is exploration on the computer , everyday, woah!´´; SAID THE SURFER:
´´Stern shapes made out of thinking quickly´´, replied the bell.
Robert Kohlhammer
Mr. Gray was a stern teacher. Many of his students greatly disliked him. Whenever they made a mistake, he would scold them. When the noise level in the classroom reached a normal pitch, he would bang his table with his cane and yell for them to be quiet. Really, it’s no wonder his students call him “Gray face.”
Ru Yi
He gave me sixty stern looks in the past hour, a hundred and forty two yesterday and three thousand fifty six last month. Each were engraved in my brain, pulsating like a fresh wound about to gush out blood. I laughed at my terror.
This gaze again. She felt immidiately intimidated. But the times have turned. She wasn’t the ten year old any more. She wasn’t taking shit from him – ok – maybe a little – after all caring for her old man meant she had to clean him.
Fran Hunne
The stood at the stern looking out to sea. Any who saw him thought not to disturb hime because he look deep in thought as a man tends to looking out to the horizon of the sea, but if they would have walked up and touched his shoulder asking ‘what are you thinking?’ He would have responded ‘nothing, isn’t it beautiful.’ He’d been rehearsing that thought while looking for his reflection in the sky, among the contours of the clouds and the distant crests of the sea’s movemnt, which sketched lines and creases he knew were his, which he knew the world was trying to use to sculpt the creases and lines on his face.
She raised her eyebrow, stood up straight and deepened her voice, trying to appear as stern as she possibly could. It was now or never, she had to make a change, put an end to it all. Such a small change yet it seemed like it would cause the world around them to crumble. She had to take charge, make them listen, their lives all depended on it
Cat
it’s always the same string every time coming out of your mouth, you are so stern about having no cavities, but just like that you are letting me sink in.
Alex
He turned and looked at me with a stern face.
I stared back, unsure of what to say.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the firetrucks rolled in.
Jacob Malicky
He had a stern grip of her arm as she dangled from the bridge.
okayfine
Sometimes people tell me I have a stern face and that I seem angry all the time. I think they call it resting bitch face syndrome. Unfortunately my face is just built in a way that makes me look angry all of the time without me even trying, which gives people a misconception of me at first. The fact that I’m angry 99% of the time is immaterial.
Stern look, stern measures, didn’t leave a bit of opening or warmth, didn’t give anybody chance or mercy.
He only stal- kept up on him these past few months and couldn’t help but wonder, if he did that before, when there wasn’t anything to compensate.
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a/n: meh, I’m not happy with this; but you write what you write, a minute’s a minute, and summer summer… I swear thinking makes me sweat . . .
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t_meword
stern was his grip on the the small ships stern, for if not there will be no ship to showcase in his art collection!
The stern look on his face told me to wait. I needed an answer and I needed it now. Yet, I was fearful of opening my mouth. I was fearful of what he might say. I wanted the word to come out as a yes. “Yes, you can.” That is all I was hoping. I did not want to wait. I had a small window to let myself in and out of to get back to the company that had sought me out. Now, what was I suppose to do?
Cris Nole
idont like shool i hate it vaeyr mu ch it is not nice to me
it hates me i like to read and play vedeio games and i dont like to do anything els exept play hockey i hate runnning alot
i dont likie to do anytrhing expt for that stuff my mother thinks that she knows me she is wrong she thinks i lie alot but i dont i just tell half truths
Sahib Malik
Strict and stern, Nathaniel stood in front of the class wearing a soot-colored suit and a scowl across his wrinkled face. It was his thirtieth year teaching, and the students seemed quieter and quieter with each new term. Now, their eyes was averted, though not on their cellphones; Nathaniel had confiscated them all on the first day. But despite not having their little screens, they would not look their teacher in the eyes.
Belinda Roddie
She is a stern woman. What actually does stern mean? I have no clue, but that doesn’t prohibit me from writing about it. Can i count this to my daily word count? Definietely, so I think. what is this sentence. that is not correct english. those red lines are very frustrating. let me just make mistakes. thet would be much nicer
a
Her tone shifted, becoming harsher and edgier. “Don’t.”
His hand moved away. “What?”
“Don’t open it.”
“Okay.” He didn’t question her. He’d never heard her speak like this before. He turned to her and shrugged, uselessly.
Today’s word is stern. That means strict and unyielding. Howard is stern. Well, he’s a stern. But when someone is stern, they are stiff. Please don’t ever think of me as stern! I’m not in any way.
My grandpa is extremely stern. I’m pretty sure he loves me but whenever we go putt putt golfing he gets really angry when I mess around. Hi Grandpa
Shane
‘To you really want to go there? The stern of the boat is smelly and oily,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to put you off, but it is not somewhere I would want to go wearing high heels and a frock.’
‘Is it how I dress that makes you so mean?’
‘Sure, that is part of it. Don’t take it personally, I am mean a lot, it is my default reaction to the world. My motto is to take no prisoners.’
The man looked stern. His hair was swept back in a gelled curve, his mustache artfully hiding his upper lip. His lips are pressed tightly together as he looks straight ahead.
´´ Yes! this is exploration on the computer , everyday, woah!´´; SAID THE SURFER:
´´Stern shapes made out of thinking quickly´´, replied the bell.
Mr. Gray was a stern teacher. Many of his students greatly disliked him. Whenever they made a mistake, he would scold them. When the noise level in the classroom reached a normal pitch, he would bang his table with his cane and yell for them to be quiet. Really, it’s no wonder his students call him “Gray face.”
He gave me sixty stern looks in the past hour, a hundred and forty two yesterday and three thousand fifty six last month. Each were engraved in my brain, pulsating like a fresh wound about to gush out blood. I laughed at my terror.
This gaze again. She felt immidiately intimidated. But the times have turned. She wasn’t the ten year old any more. She wasn’t taking shit from him – ok – maybe a little – after all caring for her old man meant she had to clean him.
The stood at the stern looking out to sea. Any who saw him thought not to disturb hime because he look deep in thought as a man tends to looking out to the horizon of the sea, but if they would have walked up and touched his shoulder asking ‘what are you thinking?’ He would have responded ‘nothing, isn’t it beautiful.’ He’d been rehearsing that thought while looking for his reflection in the sky, among the contours of the clouds and the distant crests of the sea’s movemnt, which sketched lines and creases he knew were his, which he knew the world was trying to use to sculpt the creases and lines on his face.
She raised her eyebrow, stood up straight and deepened her voice, trying to appear as stern as she possibly could. It was now or never, she had to make a change, put an end to it all. Such a small change yet it seemed like it would cause the world around them to crumble. She had to take charge, make them listen, their lives all depended on it
it’s always the same string every time coming out of your mouth, you are so stern about having no cavities, but just like that you are letting me sink in.
He turned and looked at me with a stern face.
I stared back, unsure of what to say.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the firetrucks rolled in.
He had a stern grip of her arm as she dangled from the bridge.
Sometimes people tell me I have a stern face and that I seem angry all the time. I think they call it resting bitch face syndrome. Unfortunately my face is just built in a way that makes me look angry all of the time without me even trying, which gives people a misconception of me at first. The fact that I’m angry 99% of the time is immaterial.
Stern look, stern measures, didn’t leave a bit of opening or warmth, didn’t give anybody chance or mercy.
He only stal- kept up on him these past few months and couldn’t help but wonder, if he did that before, when there wasn’t anything to compensate.
—
a/n: meh, I’m not happy with this; but you write what you write, a minute’s a minute, and summer summer… I swear thinking makes me sweat . . .
((+_+))
stern was his grip on the the small ships stern, for if not there will be no ship to showcase in his art collection!
The stern look on his face told me to wait. I needed an answer and I needed it now. Yet, I was fearful of opening my mouth. I was fearful of what he might say. I wanted the word to come out as a yes. “Yes, you can.” That is all I was hoping. I did not want to wait. I had a small window to let myself in and out of to get back to the company that had sought me out. Now, what was I suppose to do?
idont like shool i hate it vaeyr mu ch it is not nice to me
it hates me i like to read and play vedeio games and i dont like to do anything els exept play hockey i hate runnning alot
i dont likie to do anytrhing expt for that stuff my mother thinks that she knows me she is wrong she thinks i lie alot but i dont i just tell half truths
Strict and stern, Nathaniel stood in front of the class wearing a soot-colored suit and a scowl across his wrinkled face. It was his thirtieth year teaching, and the students seemed quieter and quieter with each new term. Now, their eyes was averted, though not on their cellphones; Nathaniel had confiscated them all on the first day. But despite not having their little screens, they would not look their teacher in the eyes.
She is a stern woman. What actually does stern mean? I have no clue, but that doesn’t prohibit me from writing about it. Can i count this to my daily word count? Definietely, so I think. what is this sentence. that is not correct english. those red lines are very frustrating. let me just make mistakes. thet would be much nicer
Her tone shifted, becoming harsher and edgier. “Don’t.”
His hand moved away. “What?”
“Don’t open it.”
“Okay.” He didn’t question her. He’d never heard her speak like this before. He turned to her and shrugged, uselessly.
Today’s word is stern. That means strict and unyielding. Howard is stern. Well, he’s a stern. But when someone is stern, they are stiff. Please don’t ever think of me as stern! I’m not in any way.
My grandpa is extremely stern. I’m pretty sure he loves me but whenever we go putt putt golfing he gets really angry when I mess around. Hi Grandpa
‘To you really want to go there? The stern of the boat is smelly and oily,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to put you off, but it is not somewhere I would want to go wearing high heels and a frock.’
‘Is it how I dress that makes you so mean?’
‘Sure, that is part of it. Don’t take it personally, I am mean a lot, it is my default reaction to the world. My motto is to take no prisoners.’
‘So then, it’s not me, it’s you?’