The villagers were planning to torch the inn. He gathered that they would do the deed in the dead of the night. That was the kind of mindset among them. Sneak around, make cowardly, despicable plans and carry them out in the cover of the night. He had no doubt now about who had set the patrons’ horses free the previous week.
I seen a blaze in the distance, and for some reason all I could think about was the image of Casious Clay(Rather, Muhammad Ali) holding the Olympic torch
Whitney
as i torch my thoughts, i wonder if there’s any way out i always think to just do it but then i turn away and let that go too. what am i to ever really to do with my thoughts as they come about. sometimes, i wonder if there’s any real escape to the madness of my emotional turmoil.
Dee Green
the torch was bright in her hand as she held it up for him to see. illuminating the passageways, the shadows danced and stretched off the walls almost playfully. she reached out her free hand, sliding it into his. surprise flickered across his face for a moment, but he soon smiled easily just holding on tighter. and suddenly, the mysterious, dark winding tunnels, the cold ground beneath their bare feet, the damp walls and low ceilings didn’t seem so scary anymore.
It brightens the night and lights the way. It is a source of comfort. Medieval, maybe, but useful nonetheless. It allows sight when darkness has taken over.
Hannah
Look
But don’t touch
Fascination, hypnotic
Stinging eyes and
Warming face and
Stealing oxygen from lungs
Feel myself
Burning
Inside out
You are
Consuming
Relentless lick of flames
And I
Am the torch
The torch burned her hand as she came closer to her enemy. closer, closer, closer she crept while the poor boy was sleeping. “I’ve waited so long” she thought, but that was it, she didn’t think of anything else; no consequences, no remorse, no logic. She inched closer to the boy’s bed and let go of the torch as gracefully as one would ever. She strided out of the house and watched it burn from across the street.
Victoria
Another word for flashlight. It’s just a little thing that we use to find our way in the darkness and light our paths when are lost. Alone. Scared. It is something we all need to show us who to be and who we are in the light.
torch obviously makes me think about light. the importance, the beauty of light. I can’t live without light in my daily life, sunlight I refer to. It induces warmth, happiness and open mindedness.
taylor
Scorched. The terrain was ragged and barren. It began with a torch held by Sherman’s attache’. “Light it!” the General commanded.
Frank Pray
hot
nice
successful
powerful
light
sparkly
run
athletes
players
tournament
yna
she held her torch at arms length and it lit the trees around her. the night was pitch black and she could only see within the circle of light from the torch. somehow this brought back memories of her dance recital
Maria
fire. the kind of love i long for. the time i wish i had. the clothes of his i wish i would do that too. the way my heart and soul feel. my life and all the pieces in it. why?
Tessa Ellis
It felt hot against my fingers. The darkness around me was unbearable, as if it mirrored the shadows of my insides. I needed the light. The light would be the only thing to save me, but to even get near it was painful. As it scorched my fingers, I held on tightly. I needed to be saved.
Marie G.
A bright light, it called hard and loud to me. It made me think of sex, and love… and Gunnar. Oh god, how long had it been since she had lost him? Three years now. Three years of raising his child alone. She wanted his touch, the touch she couldn’t replicate no matter how many candles she burned down to the bowl. Oh god… she needed him.
ATR
The only goal I have in this life, is to leave behind plenty of torches for the future to carry for me.
the fires of your doom come on swift winds. bow to the flames of anarchy and ye may be spared. but a whelp is living ashe
Tenzith
blow, hurt, dangerous,
L
At least today I am working in daylight and not by torchlight. Holding a torch and writing causes the world to tilt differently, it casts shadows where none previously existed and the light exposes soft underbellies that resist and try and escape..
I know you
like the back of my hand,
but sometimes
your torch waivers
and changes shape on me,
turns into a fin
swimming in the ocean,
hearing Jobim’s underwater voice
while I sink into the sand;
constantly rolling in the current
like seeing a rainbow
on the surface.
The bass walking on the bottom,
settling into the sand.
The sun glistening
above me
like a sharp clave,
letting me know
I can go up
anytime I want.
But I’ll stay down here,
where the torch shifts my gaze
to the sea.
Torch is light. Light that guides. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. I must light my torch and pass the flame along. It becomes a gift. Work for the initial spark and spread, let it burn, burn, burn setting the world alight.
Keely
Wind whipped through the stone corridor, almost extiguishing the torch in Red’s hand. She paused, and listened around her. She could hear voices from the room in front of her. As water dripped from the earth above her head, she wrapped her cloak around her tighter and pressed on. She came to a wooden door that was cracked and worn. It seems Sylan’s underlings hadn’t been taking care of his lair in recent years. The voices from the other side seemed to be chanting in a tounge she hadn’t heard before. She dropped the torch to the ground and drew both of her swords. Saying a quick prayer in her head, she kicked open the door and prepared to fight.
This is difficult, Torch means many different things to me. Torch is what we would have used to make a life together. Blowing glass. Its pain and great beauty. I forgot that we decided to do this. And I forgot how excited I was. But I am still excited. For new things. Wonderful things. From California. I can’t wait.
kristina
light or fire. medieval ancient tool. olympics. symbolism for a reign. noun. lighting.
Yevgeny Marie
The torch blazed on the corner of my jaw. The hotness was starting to grow unbearably painful. I wanted him to stop, and I screamed for it, wailed, cried, but he kept pushing the torch closer, closer. Until all I saw was blackness.
J
torch reminds me of the olympic games. it reminds me of the time i would self harm by burning myself. it seems just harsh and cruel. with a really strong connotation.. to torch somebody. the worst way to kill someone, right? burn them to death? it would be simple.. smell bad though.
Juliana
it has a place for fire, it lights the way in darkness. people use it to see when they have no other means of getting around. it’s really cool, and they use it a lot in olden-day movies. one day maybe i’ll carry a torch in a movie. that would be way cool. we tried to make a torch once, didn’t work ou
Bekah
The olympic torch carries on a tradition in its own. Every Olympic Games, the ceremony of the torch is carried through the city in which the games are taking place. It is a traditional Olympic ceremony that has and will continue to will stand generations of the Olympic games.
It burned so brightly atop the front of the mob, serving as a beacon to all those opposed to injustice. It almost made me want to fight along side them.
If only it wasn’t me they were after…
fire and hope
flames and bright throwing out heat
flickering in the cool night air
raised high overhead
hands in the air
hope in the air
hearts held high
carrying the torch
of generations to come and
lighting the unlit
keeping the spirit alive
anonymous
As the flame engulfed all that was in it’s path, we were mesmerised. Vibrant and glorious. I stood closer, wanting to be drawn in. I could feel the heat that was pushed from it sting my face, my skin was hot and began to slowly burn. I could feel it. I wanted more. I wanted to get deeper in to the rich flame of this magnificent torch.
The streaming flames ripped through the drywall like an angry demon. There was something hypnotizing about the way the fire licked the ceiling and blackened everything it touched as it danced across the room, onto the next one.
Kelly Ann Ford
last summer, when i was so full of ideas about how things “should” be, i watched a stranger strum guitar and thought that i was so valuable because i could sing. i poked the fire and made a little torch, and thought about how remarkable i was.
Torches
The power of fire
Man, in ancient times
Stood forever waiting
for power
Fire gives life
Fire gives food
Essential
Now it’s portable
haha
Madison
The torch is burning dull, it’s fading due to my laziness.
Dawn
The smoke whirled up in a slate colored wind up to the branches of the tall oak tree.
The fire consumed our oxygen.
It was glowing gloriously. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it.
It was beautiful.
the torch lights within my soul and ignites such beauty that i can not even explain myself and with in just an instant just inspiration and curiosity flows throughout my entire body, in my soul, in my mind and releases such energy that even God can not explain. Maybe I’m being over exaggerated but that is what eternal love does for an individual.
The villagers were planning to torch the inn. He gathered that they would do the deed in the dead of the night. That was the kind of mindset among them. Sneak around, make cowardly, despicable plans and carry them out in the cover of the night. He had no doubt now about who had set the patrons’ horses free the previous week.
I seen a blaze in the distance, and for some reason all I could think about was the image of Casious Clay(Rather, Muhammad Ali) holding the Olympic torch
as i torch my thoughts, i wonder if there’s any way out i always think to just do it but then i turn away and let that go too. what am i to ever really to do with my thoughts as they come about. sometimes, i wonder if there’s any real escape to the madness of my emotional turmoil.
the torch was bright in her hand as she held it up for him to see. illuminating the passageways, the shadows danced and stretched off the walls almost playfully. she reached out her free hand, sliding it into his. surprise flickered across his face for a moment, but he soon smiled easily just holding on tighter. and suddenly, the mysterious, dark winding tunnels, the cold ground beneath their bare feet, the damp walls and low ceilings didn’t seem so scary anymore.
It brightens the night and lights the way. It is a source of comfort. Medieval, maybe, but useful nonetheless. It allows sight when darkness has taken over.
Look
But don’t touch
Fascination, hypnotic
Stinging eyes and
Warming face and
Stealing oxygen from lungs
Feel myself
Burning
Inside out
You are
Consuming
Relentless lick of flames
And I
Am the torch
The torch burned her hand as she came closer to her enemy. closer, closer, closer she crept while the poor boy was sleeping. “I’ve waited so long” she thought, but that was it, she didn’t think of anything else; no consequences, no remorse, no logic. She inched closer to the boy’s bed and let go of the torch as gracefully as one would ever. She strided out of the house and watched it burn from across the street.
Another word for flashlight. It’s just a little thing that we use to find our way in the darkness and light our paths when are lost. Alone. Scared. It is something we all need to show us who to be and who we are in the light.
Tonight’s torching of the town-
With our tears, we burn it down.
torch obviously makes me think about light. the importance, the beauty of light. I can’t live without light in my daily life, sunlight I refer to. It induces warmth, happiness and open mindedness.
Scorched. The terrain was ragged and barren. It began with a torch held by Sherman’s attache’. “Light it!” the General commanded.
hot
nice
successful
powerful
light
sparkly
run
athletes
players
tournament
she held her torch at arms length and it lit the trees around her. the night was pitch black and she could only see within the circle of light from the torch. somehow this brought back memories of her dance recital
fire. the kind of love i long for. the time i wish i had. the clothes of his i wish i would do that too. the way my heart and soul feel. my life and all the pieces in it. why?
It felt hot against my fingers. The darkness around me was unbearable, as if it mirrored the shadows of my insides. I needed the light. The light would be the only thing to save me, but to even get near it was painful. As it scorched my fingers, I held on tightly. I needed to be saved.
A bright light, it called hard and loud to me. It made me think of sex, and love… and Gunnar. Oh god, how long had it been since she had lost him? Three years now. Three years of raising his child alone. She wanted his touch, the touch she couldn’t replicate no matter how many candles she burned down to the bowl. Oh god… she needed him.
The only goal I have in this life, is to leave behind plenty of torches for the future to carry for me.
the fires of your doom come on swift winds. bow to the flames of anarchy and ye may be spared. but a whelp is living ashe
blow, hurt, dangerous,
At least today I am working in daylight and not by torchlight. Holding a torch and writing causes the world to tilt differently, it casts shadows where none previously existed and the light exposes soft underbellies that resist and try and escape..
I know you
like the back of my hand,
but sometimes
your torch waivers
and changes shape on me,
turns into a fin
swimming in the ocean,
hearing Jobim’s underwater voice
while I sink into the sand;
constantly rolling in the current
like seeing a rainbow
on the surface.
The bass walking on the bottom,
settling into the sand.
The sun glistening
above me
like a sharp clave,
letting me know
I can go up
anytime I want.
But I’ll stay down here,
where the torch shifts my gaze
to the sea.
Torch is light. Light that guides. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. I must light my torch and pass the flame along. It becomes a gift. Work for the initial spark and spread, let it burn, burn, burn setting the world alight.
Wind whipped through the stone corridor, almost extiguishing the torch in Red’s hand. She paused, and listened around her. She could hear voices from the room in front of her. As water dripped from the earth above her head, she wrapped her cloak around her tighter and pressed on. She came to a wooden door that was cracked and worn. It seems Sylan’s underlings hadn’t been taking care of his lair in recent years. The voices from the other side seemed to be chanting in a tounge she hadn’t heard before. She dropped the torch to the ground and drew both of her swords. Saying a quick prayer in her head, she kicked open the door and prepared to fight.
This is difficult, Torch means many different things to me. Torch is what we would have used to make a life together. Blowing glass. Its pain and great beauty. I forgot that we decided to do this. And I forgot how excited I was. But I am still excited. For new things. Wonderful things. From California. I can’t wait.
light or fire. medieval ancient tool. olympics. symbolism for a reign. noun. lighting.
The torch blazed on the corner of my jaw. The hotness was starting to grow unbearably painful. I wanted him to stop, and I screamed for it, wailed, cried, but he kept pushing the torch closer, closer. Until all I saw was blackness.
torch reminds me of the olympic games. it reminds me of the time i would self harm by burning myself. it seems just harsh and cruel. with a really strong connotation.. to torch somebody. the worst way to kill someone, right? burn them to death? it would be simple.. smell bad though.
it has a place for fire, it lights the way in darkness. people use it to see when they have no other means of getting around. it’s really cool, and they use it a lot in olden-day movies. one day maybe i’ll carry a torch in a movie. that would be way cool. we tried to make a torch once, didn’t work ou
The olympic torch carries on a tradition in its own. Every Olympic Games, the ceremony of the torch is carried through the city in which the games are taking place. It is a traditional Olympic ceremony that has and will continue to will stand generations of the Olympic games.
LIGHT
It burned so brightly atop the front of the mob, serving as a beacon to all those opposed to injustice. It almost made me want to fight along side them.
If only it wasn’t me they were after…
fire and hope
flames and bright throwing out heat
flickering in the cool night air
raised high overhead
hands in the air
hope in the air
hearts held high
carrying the torch
of generations to come and
lighting the unlit
keeping the spirit alive
As the flame engulfed all that was in it’s path, we were mesmerised. Vibrant and glorious. I stood closer, wanting to be drawn in. I could feel the heat that was pushed from it sting my face, my skin was hot and began to slowly burn. I could feel it. I wanted more. I wanted to get deeper in to the rich flame of this magnificent torch.
The streaming flames ripped through the drywall like an angry demon. There was something hypnotizing about the way the fire licked the ceiling and blackened everything it touched as it danced across the room, onto the next one.
last summer, when i was so full of ideas about how things “should” be, i watched a stranger strum guitar and thought that i was so valuable because i could sing. i poked the fire and made a little torch, and thought about how remarkable i was.
T- Touching flames
O-orderly fashion
R- Racing
C-Chasing
H-hoping that we all make it to the finish line in time
Torches
The power of fire
Man, in ancient times
Stood forever waiting
for power
Fire gives life
Fire gives food
Essential
Now it’s portable
haha
The torch is burning dull, it’s fading due to my laziness.
The smoke whirled up in a slate colored wind up to the branches of the tall oak tree.
The fire consumed our oxygen.
It was glowing gloriously. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it.
It was beautiful.
the torch lights within my soul and ignites such beauty that i can not even explain myself and with in just an instant just inspiration and curiosity flows throughout my entire body, in my soul, in my mind and releases such energy that even God can not explain. Maybe I’m being over exaggerated but that is what eternal love does for an individual.