i already did this one. how do i get a new word? ;0
kida
candy exciting war excitation kisses special moment
adrian
The sweat off the deer seemed to drip down it’s long nose as I stuck the arrow in it’s neck, it’s dark large eyes reminding me of a small pleading kitten, something like sympathy rises up in me. But then I feel my stomach grumble, and I remember the meat.
kida
sweat is a type of thing i always let release from inside of me. tears wouldn’t form and words couldn’t escape my mouth. sweat formed in the pores of my soul and escaped into the dry wind, tips of your tongue.
Brooke
The condensation on the glass of cool water reminded me of sweat, my eyes itched with the water that wasn’t in my body, and therefore could not produce tears. I was so thirsty. I gulp it.
kida
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go in the locker rooms. I couldn’t let them see I was… different. It wasn’t a good thing, to be a girl trapped in a boy’s body. It had made life complicated and unpleasant so far, so it must be the fates telling me the act was up. I couldn’t hide from my classmates anymore.
Don’t sweat the petty stuff and don’t pet the sweaty stuff.
The only proof of hard work is sweat.
Sweat it out.
Blayne
Sweat poured down my face like a waterfall. It never stopped. The endless time, ticking away every second. One minute it’s there, the next, gone. Blown away by the wind, carried to far away places.
Hanna
He felt the sun on his back as the sweat dribbled down his face. The earth was warm beneath his toes and behind him he could hear the frantic sounds of children’s play, their laughter permeating the quiet summer day. All was peace.
Sarah
Sweat and stress blisters dotted his palms and fingers in beads. The constant itching and pain and swollen feeling. Dean had thought the dots were flat warts and stung the middle finger on his right hand with liquid nitrogen. The result was more pain. Red burns zipping up and down his cuticle and knuckle.
The tight black fabric of his gloves serving as the only comfort, he lay back against the couch cushions and hoped the ointment would work.
Belinda Roddie
gross
nasty
ewwww
men
running
mikayla
sweat; a proof of hard work. what let’s you know you are pushing yourself to the limits, that you can do more and be more than what you think. A motivator; don’t stop now, you can do better.
Addie
He sweat profusely, stains on his white shirt from the gross substance. Was this the kind of man Mindy was attracted to now? She cringed as he tried to towel off the excess. It wasn’t fair that Joel, who had always seemed so fit sweat at the least bit of movement. He was supposed to be her eye-candy. She laughed at how shallow she must seem.
Bailey
hard work. knowing that you did a good job and worked hard for what you just did. its an accomplishment. it feels good to sweat. but it also can be a nervous sweat. just waiting for something to happen can make you sweat a lot.
Amber
If you don’t sweat, you’re doing it wrong. Something I heard this week from Larry Winget regarding sex. Betond that, it just makes me think of running, and how the pattern of sweat on my shirt looked like a Rorschach test.
Mike
No sweat, he thought. I can clear that fence easy. The pit bull closed the distance as he gathered his strength, took a couple of running steps and leaped with all his might. Snarling dog and gnashing teeth close at his heels.
It’s water formed by your biological systems designed to keep you cool, but in reality all it does is make you feel even worse in the hot sun after hours of weight training.
Mark Greenwood
An athlete was running a race and was worried about his upcoming audition for broadway, so he was sweating a lot, which was compounded by the fact that it was 115 degrees outside and he had just drunk 5 gallons of water.
Mark Greenwood
Is what comes off your face after a long run. It is perspiration and intensity being unleashed from your body.
Shawn
Sweat. I always sweat so much in the summer time especially when I am gardening. I also sweat a lot when I am running or working out. I love the feeling of sweat after hot yoga.
g.creta
the sweet sweat peeled off of her skin
tonight wasn’t like the others
the lights remained at a dim
i’ll blow the candle out in the morning
old, disgusting, gym… working out, tiring yourself out, doing hard work, water, in need of a shower, it makes me think of fitness and sports, and gatorade. bringing about change, doing manual labor, physically working, doing stuff, hot summers
Kristin Vislocky
Im gonnna make you sweat. I sweat a lot its really gross i wish i didn’t sweat so much. usher is lame omg 50 cent is sweaty in that one video I’m not sweaty right now. is this supposed to be creative? Im scared its not creative! sweaty is gross i like it when dans sweaty.
Jessi
people can be sweat. but people can be rude and ignorant. candy is sweat. it is lively it is incredible. People should be more like candy, always making other people happy. With a sensation of joy. People need to be more sweat. Then the world will be better. Then the world will be sweat.
S
The sweat dripped off of his face. Tommy couldn’t believe that he just scored the last game winning touchdown of his high school football career. The team rushed over to him and surrounded his body with loud shouts of “That’s right Tommy! State champs!” From that moment on, Tommy always knew that he would be in the National Football League.
I love it. I love the feeling of it dripping in streams off my forehead and elbows onto the floor below the elliptical machine. With it pours my anxiety and fear and reminds me of how powerful I am.
Kate
It trickles down my neck. I’m nervous. I can’t think straight. I’m tired and weary and I can’t focus on a single point I’m tired I’m nervous I can feel it on my shoulders. It’s like rain, showering me with anxiety. I am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight. i am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight.
Jessie
Ossining and turning,it’s so hot. Can you turn the heat off? I feel the seat running down y neck, my back poling in globs of yuck. I do not glisten
Barbara
After the race he met her. The girl he had been thinking about since Jared had started this stupid marathon training. It didn’t make much sense to him that he had never talked to her but it didn’t matter now because there he was talking to her like it was nothing. She was so beautiful, even after having run a marathon.
the sweat dripped down the side of my face as i looked up at the timer. i dribbled the ball a few times then stared up at the hoop. basketball was my life, this shot meant everything to me. I positioned myself, and shot the ball….and i let the ball fly.
Ellie
Sweat is good for cooling down, but it gets gross after awhile. I don’t know why I’m writing about this . It’s weird. But I don’t care. :) I want to write for the yearbook or newpaper at school! I can write way better than this. I promise.
I feel the sweat, drying on my skin. I’ve been wearing the same grubby sweater for days and haven’t had a chance to do more that splash water from a gas station sink on my face in even longer.
Jessica
I always get this word mixed up with sweet, because they are so close, so I don’t usually use these words because of calling a guy a like, a nice guy and everything I can end up calling him someone whose gross and persperating.
The sweat forms on my face in the summer. Reminds me of everything and nothing. I am truly free in this time to be anything I want. Nothing stops me.
Kaitlyn
i always sweat when i play sports, when i make love, when im nervous, when im anything other tahn normal. Its always some expression on an emotion, a natural cause of my body saying calm down, slow down, cool down, but for some reason, I just always wanna speed up. I feed off the feeling
Wil Dorman
I sweat when I see you because my heart is bearing faster than I could ever imagine. You are everything I want yet can’t have. This sweat reminds me of how I feel about you.
Marie
John fanned himself lazily with the front of his tee shirt as a bead of sweat rolled between his pectorals. It had been a particularly hot morning, and the rising heat had collected in his upstairs bedroom, forcing him out of bed and into the kitchen for some fresh air.
He’d been up for awhile now, and had sat down at his computer to check on the blog and see if there might be a new case. Sherlock’s boredom was starting to become extreme; yesterday he’d resorted to pulling out the phone book and (mentally) sorting all the surnames by frequency. Today, he was still holed up in his bedroom, sound asleep. It was odd to have the house so quiet, as John was used to being last to rise. Finally, however, he heard the sounds of Sherlock stirring, and called back to him, “There’s a new client asking about you, sounds interesting. Might be a 7 or an 8.” John stood to put a kettle on and some bread in the toaster.
Sherlock rushed out to the computer, eager to take on something to dull the boredom. John turned and nearly snorted jam up his nose, a flush spreading across his cheeks to add to the sweat from the day’s haze. Sherlock, in either his excitement or in an attempt to keep cool, had come straight from bed, not bothering to put anything on.
John tried not to stare at his arse, gleaming white in the mid-morning sun.
Put some sweat into it! It’s pretty obvious that I am. I mean I’m working my ass off so I can still live in your. All I do is clean your whole freaking house. I’m your step-
excercise, movement, activity, towel, running, smell, scent, deodorant, armpits,
i already did this one. how do i get a new word? ;0
candy exciting war excitation kisses special moment
The sweat off the deer seemed to drip down it’s long nose as I stuck the arrow in it’s neck, it’s dark large eyes reminding me of a small pleading kitten, something like sympathy rises up in me. But then I feel my stomach grumble, and I remember the meat.
sweat is a type of thing i always let release from inside of me. tears wouldn’t form and words couldn’t escape my mouth. sweat formed in the pores of my soul and escaped into the dry wind, tips of your tongue.
The condensation on the glass of cool water reminded me of sweat, my eyes itched with the water that wasn’t in my body, and therefore could not produce tears. I was so thirsty. I gulp it.
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go in the locker rooms. I couldn’t let them see I was… different. It wasn’t a good thing, to be a girl trapped in a boy’s body. It had made life complicated and unpleasant so far, so it must be the fates telling me the act was up. I couldn’t hide from my classmates anymore.
Don’t sweat the petty stuff and don’t pet the sweaty stuff.
The only proof of hard work is sweat.
Sweat it out.
Sweat poured down my face like a waterfall. It never stopped. The endless time, ticking away every second. One minute it’s there, the next, gone. Blown away by the wind, carried to far away places.
He felt the sun on his back as the sweat dribbled down his face. The earth was warm beneath his toes and behind him he could hear the frantic sounds of children’s play, their laughter permeating the quiet summer day. All was peace.
Sweat and stress blisters dotted his palms and fingers in beads. The constant itching and pain and swollen feeling. Dean had thought the dots were flat warts and stung the middle finger on his right hand with liquid nitrogen. The result was more pain. Red burns zipping up and down his cuticle and knuckle.
The tight black fabric of his gloves serving as the only comfort, he lay back against the couch cushions and hoped the ointment would work.
gross
nasty
ewwww
men
running
sweat; a proof of hard work. what let’s you know you are pushing yourself to the limits, that you can do more and be more than what you think. A motivator; don’t stop now, you can do better.
He sweat profusely, stains on his white shirt from the gross substance. Was this the kind of man Mindy was attracted to now? She cringed as he tried to towel off the excess. It wasn’t fair that Joel, who had always seemed so fit sweat at the least bit of movement. He was supposed to be her eye-candy. She laughed at how shallow she must seem.
hard work. knowing that you did a good job and worked hard for what you just did. its an accomplishment. it feels good to sweat. but it also can be a nervous sweat. just waiting for something to happen can make you sweat a lot.
If you don’t sweat, you’re doing it wrong. Something I heard this week from Larry Winget regarding sex. Betond that, it just makes me think of running, and how the pattern of sweat on my shirt looked like a Rorschach test.
No sweat, he thought. I can clear that fence easy. The pit bull closed the distance as he gathered his strength, took a couple of running steps and leaped with all his might. Snarling dog and gnashing teeth close at his heels.
It’s water formed by your biological systems designed to keep you cool, but in reality all it does is make you feel even worse in the hot sun after hours of weight training.
An athlete was running a race and was worried about his upcoming audition for broadway, so he was sweating a lot, which was compounded by the fact that it was 115 degrees outside and he had just drunk 5 gallons of water.
Is what comes off your face after a long run. It is perspiration and intensity being unleashed from your body.
Sweat. I always sweat so much in the summer time especially when I am gardening. I also sweat a lot when I am running or working out. I love the feeling of sweat after hot yoga.
the sweet sweat peeled off of her skin
tonight wasn’t like the others
the lights remained at a dim
i’ll blow the candle out in the morning
old, disgusting, gym… working out, tiring yourself out, doing hard work, water, in need of a shower, it makes me think of fitness and sports, and gatorade. bringing about change, doing manual labor, physically working, doing stuff, hot summers
Im gonnna make you sweat. I sweat a lot its really gross i wish i didn’t sweat so much. usher is lame omg 50 cent is sweaty in that one video I’m not sweaty right now. is this supposed to be creative? Im scared its not creative! sweaty is gross i like it when dans sweaty.
people can be sweat. but people can be rude and ignorant. candy is sweat. it is lively it is incredible. People should be more like candy, always making other people happy. With a sensation of joy. People need to be more sweat. Then the world will be better. Then the world will be sweat.
The sweat dripped off of his face. Tommy couldn’t believe that he just scored the last game winning touchdown of his high school football career. The team rushed over to him and surrounded his body with loud shouts of “That’s right Tommy! State champs!” From that moment on, Tommy always knew that he would be in the National Football League.
I love it. I love the feeling of it dripping in streams off my forehead and elbows onto the floor below the elliptical machine. With it pours my anxiety and fear and reminds me of how powerful I am.
It trickles down my neck. I’m nervous. I can’t think straight. I’m tired and weary and I can’t focus on a single point I’m tired I’m nervous I can feel it on my shoulders. It’s like rain, showering me with anxiety. I am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight. i am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight.
Ossining and turning,it’s so hot. Can you turn the heat off? I feel the seat running down y neck, my back poling in globs of yuck. I do not glisten
After the race he met her. The girl he had been thinking about since Jared had started this stupid marathon training. It didn’t make much sense to him that he had never talked to her but it didn’t matter now because there he was talking to her like it was nothing. She was so beautiful, even after having run a marathon.
the sweat dripped down the side of my face as i looked up at the timer. i dribbled the ball a few times then stared up at the hoop. basketball was my life, this shot meant everything to me. I positioned myself, and shot the ball….and i let the ball fly.
Sweat is good for cooling down, but it gets gross after awhile. I don’t know why I’m writing about this . It’s weird. But I don’t care. :) I want to write for the yearbook or newpaper at school! I can write way better than this. I promise.
He loosened his collar and fiddled with his tie.
White roses check.
Chocolates check.
Open the door. “Forgive me?”
I feel the sweat, drying on my skin. I’ve been wearing the same grubby sweater for days and haven’t had a chance to do more that splash water from a gas station sink on my face in even longer.
I always get this word mixed up with sweet, because they are so close, so I don’t usually use these words because of calling a guy a like, a nice guy and everything I can end up calling him someone whose gross and persperating.
The sweat forms on my face in the summer. Reminds me of everything and nothing. I am truly free in this time to be anything I want. Nothing stops me.
i always sweat when i play sports, when i make love, when im nervous, when im anything other tahn normal. Its always some expression on an emotion, a natural cause of my body saying calm down, slow down, cool down, but for some reason, I just always wanna speed up. I feed off the feeling
I sweat when I see you because my heart is bearing faster than I could ever imagine. You are everything I want yet can’t have. This sweat reminds me of how I feel about you.
John fanned himself lazily with the front of his tee shirt as a bead of sweat rolled between his pectorals. It had been a particularly hot morning, and the rising heat had collected in his upstairs bedroom, forcing him out of bed and into the kitchen for some fresh air.
He’d been up for awhile now, and had sat down at his computer to check on the blog and see if there might be a new case. Sherlock’s boredom was starting to become extreme; yesterday he’d resorted to pulling out the phone book and (mentally) sorting all the surnames by frequency. Today, he was still holed up in his bedroom, sound asleep. It was odd to have the house so quiet, as John was used to being last to rise. Finally, however, he heard the sounds of Sherlock stirring, and called back to him, “There’s a new client asking about you, sounds interesting. Might be a 7 or an 8.” John stood to put a kettle on and some bread in the toaster.
Sherlock rushed out to the computer, eager to take on something to dull the boredom. John turned and nearly snorted jam up his nose, a flush spreading across his cheeks to add to the sweat from the day’s haze. Sherlock, in either his excitement or in an attempt to keep cool, had come straight from bed, not bothering to put anything on.
John tried not to stare at his arse, gleaming white in the mid-morning sun.
Put some sweat into it! It’s pretty obvious that I am. I mean I’m working my ass off so I can still live in your. All I do is clean your whole freaking house. I’m your step-