I held the torch in front of my fellow citizens and yelled the loudest victory cry of the century. We had won. The aristocrats were dead. Gone. They no longer terrored us as we ended of our terror upon them. And this, my friends, was how the new France began. The bright torch of freedom shined then and still shines now.
Liz
fire on the top of a wooden stick used to celebrate the Olympic games for each summer and winter. Thus is usually at the end and results in some sort of fire work. These are found in caves especially movies.
steenerz
Well, when I think about torch, I think about marriage torches, because that’s what we’ve been learning about in my Latin class. Which then makes me think about my eventual wedding to my high school sweetheart. So I guess it’s a pretty positive word, at least for me.
Sarah
caveman
holder
fire
torch tips
jewelry
charcoal
metal
burnt
burning
doctor
orange
red
yellow
loincloth
lifesource
energy
Becca
Shining a light into dark spaces. Illuminating the way. Party games in the night-time. Battery operated fun.
Torching the evidence.
Shona
she carried the flame of her crush like a torch; never allowing it to distinguish completely.
She was holding the torch in front of her, watching her feet and squinting against the smoke. She was lost. He was after her. The torch didn’t really light her way.
heather
He was carrying it in his back pocket for about twelve years. Each year was another pound. Each year was another accumulation, a build-up of several thoughts and emotions, feelings and passions that should have extinguished years ago. A torch he then threw into the ocean. A flame that died in the bottom of the sea.
S Halle
I imagine Kurtz’s ideal self, an impossible mix of his two women and his paradoxical ambitions, sarcastically and ironically re-imagined (overly conscious to the end), as the lady of justice, torchbearer, walking blind-folded into the darkness.
Richard Braithwaite
Light flickered across the walls of the cave as the torch in my hand slowly went out. My partner was sitting next to me, trying to comfort me through my sobbing.
“It wasn’t your fault.” He reassured me.
I see a light. The world is full of it. show me the way . I am lost. Get me somewhere. somewhere I can be free.
Adi
Burning ashes fell from the torch in my hand. I exclaimed in pain as it fell to the ground, and the room suddenly became dark.
“What happened?” My friend called out from ahead.
“I just dropped my torch, don’t worry.” I reassured him. “I’ll relight it.”
Rachel
The torch flickered out and died. Someone screamed. Alice was pushed from behind, a hard shove, panicked and wild. She fell to her knees and rolled down the slope, deeper into the mountain, down the cave that nobody could say for sure wasn’t inhabited by some wild beast. She finally fetched up against a stone protuberance, bruising her left side.
Carrying the Torch plays on my ipod. I dance around the room, thinking of you. I’m carrying you. You’re the torch, what has kept me alive over the past few months. Now that you’re wavering I don’t know what to do. I’m like an organism that has adapted to the new surroundings. I NEED the thought of you to get me through the day. I’m thoroughly addicted, and I can’t quit cold turkey.
the torch is a flame. burning passion, igniting the world to fire. passions, smoldering white hot wood. inflamed into the contained blaze atop the branch. shows the light on the world.
Ranielle
torch? really? torch? well let’s see, my name is in it. Tor.
I love being called Tor since I don’t know one other person who has that nickname. It’s something that I can really identify with I guess. “Hey, I’m Tor”
me: “OH NO YOU AIN’T!!”
VicTORia
where is your resistance?
I thought you took leaps of faith like shots of espresso
or egg yolks
instead of vitamins
and the rush you got would illume from facing blindness
you knew you had
like grammar omitted in uneducated guesses
about me.
where is that curiosity quenched only with lactate and sugar,
the kind you paint pretentious questions
never doubting your decision to placate the bandwagon fuel?
so blase beneath your fingers like a familiar song the guitar,
you tuned me well and yet here we are, in film noir outlines,
smelling the smoke as inconvenience,
in the hot seat without any destination.
hannah wells
the light. bright, burning. then rain falls. it goes out. darkness. Alone. Cold. wet. if only I had brought an umbrella, I’d be able to see keep seeing things. Shucks.
Fatsack
Torchlight. archaic and out of date but flashing the memory of a better time. quieter, more adventure in the world. when there was something left to explore, to dream of, to hope for. we’ve snuffed the wonder from the earth like the flame from a torch. and i’d like it back. I want to know what it’s like to live by torchlight.
I am going to torch this place. Torch all of the bad memories, all of the pain. But in torching it, I will also brighten the path to a greater future. The torch symbolizes both destruction and creation; the end of the bad and the start of the good. The fire that it burns will be a guide for the things to come.
Writers Block
Heard she’d flitted off to a place where they worship the trees.
Encased in a flame that reached to the heavens, they say she lights the way.
Lonely, I heard she was that too and often blue.
Easily a flickering shade of melancholy.
Nevertheless, the torch light feeling, the very meaning, is seared into her name.
a lantern that lights the way in england, a torch is warm and gives a sense of comfort and light. it’s plastic sometimes like the beauty and the beast light i got at beauty and the beast on ice with kimmy when i was little. i got the chip cup too. i probably still have it somewhere. a torch leads, with warmth and light, but never pulls.
Torch; a light, Guidance, illumination, clarity, destruction…
Ritch
I walked into the dimly lit room, I seen a man wearing a robe with long grey hair. He was talking to himself, I heard him whisper, ” the torch…” before he fell to the ground. The torch fell loudly to the ground breaking the silence. It’s evil presence surrounded the tavern. I left
chloe
caves. dark water. kind of reminds me of dan because torch is a lot like turchyn. reminds me a little bit of harry potter too, because dumbledore and harry use a torch when they go in the cave to look for the horcrux. i can’t think of aything else to say which is weird cause there are so many words in the world.
Sam
The pathway to hell had never been so bright.
There were many ways to to find darkness. But to use light? There was an oxymoron no one saw coming. Except maybe God, who apparently had quite the sense of humor. He did make us, afterall.
Yara
sometimes i think
about the sun in
all it’s bright and
shiny glory and i
have to wonder
if the sun went
out could we
reignite it like
a torch?
Here we go with the torch again. I just wrote about a torch. There once was a single torch floating down the darkness of a narrow road. As it floated toward me I noticed there was not a person or a thing underneath the torch. Just the stark cold of the dark staring at me.
patricia
i always buy a new torch light when i go camping. they light a torch in olympic. in medieval movies, we always see torches too. damn i’m running out of idea. you need fire with torch.
Tengku Sofie
Oh torch, shine brightly upon my path, leading the way. Torch, you can lead the mob, or you can light the way for the adventure! You are an important implement in the toolkit of the adventurer.
I have always wanted to be a princess.
I’ve been watching a lot of lost and there are always torches lit whenever it’s night time and they’re filming someone’s face.
I love fire. I want it to be the 4th of July. I’m going to Spain and seeing castles and cathedrals. 1 day!
Grace
You can’t just go ahead an brn it withou considering the options. What if it were his and theat you realized that it was the only thing tha he owned. Would youo still want to destroy ita. Consider all the options, at all I’m saying..
jerron
before they knew it, they were down to one torch. so many people come and gone, friendships sparked, allies and enemies formed, and finally,the flames extinguished. There could only be one Survivor.
Megan Meyer
the light at the end of our fingers as we touch our mothers breasts and stare at the salt flats connecting our minds together together we learn what it is to burn.
Kate
light
heat
scary stories
love
robbers
deceat
fun
batteries
flickers
brightness
emma
As they lined the cave, Demetria could barely see in front of her. All she knew was that she was being held hostage, and that the men were covered with what looked like burlap sacks. Their faces had paint on them, and it was black. She felt cold and scared. She wanted to scream, but was afraid of the consequences. She began to worry. What if they found Avery? What if Mama and Papa didn’t find her in time?
Connie
Far in the distance. I can see her smiling at me. Her lAove is like a torch in a deep cavern. Her light reveals the depth of desparit I feel so far below the surface of the earth. I wish I could bring her closer to me, but I can’t. She lonags to be on. Her journey. Searching for the true hope that only she can know of..
Herron
he took the blow torch and scorched off half her face with it. “Help me, help me!” she cried out, but there was no one to hear her. What had she ever done to deserve this? The only thing she had ever done to him was love him.
I held the torch in front of my fellow citizens and yelled the loudest victory cry of the century. We had won. The aristocrats were dead. Gone. They no longer terrored us as we ended of our terror upon them. And this, my friends, was how the new France began. The bright torch of freedom shined then and still shines now.
fire on the top of a wooden stick used to celebrate the Olympic games for each summer and winter. Thus is usually at the end and results in some sort of fire work. These are found in caves especially movies.
Well, when I think about torch, I think about marriage torches, because that’s what we’ve been learning about in my Latin class. Which then makes me think about my eventual wedding to my high school sweetheart. So I guess it’s a pretty positive word, at least for me.
caveman
holder
fire
torch tips
jewelry
charcoal
metal
burnt
burning
doctor
orange
red
yellow
loincloth
lifesource
energy
Shining a light into dark spaces. Illuminating the way. Party games in the night-time. Battery operated fun.
Torching the evidence.
she carried the flame of her crush like a torch; never allowing it to distinguish completely.
She was holding the torch in front of her, watching her feet and squinting against the smoke. She was lost. He was after her. The torch didn’t really light her way.
He was carrying it in his back pocket for about twelve years. Each year was another pound. Each year was another accumulation, a build-up of several thoughts and emotions, feelings and passions that should have extinguished years ago. A torch he then threw into the ocean. A flame that died in the bottom of the sea.
I imagine Kurtz’s ideal self, an impossible mix of his two women and his paradoxical ambitions, sarcastically and ironically re-imagined (overly conscious to the end), as the lady of justice, torchbearer, walking blind-folded into the darkness.
Light flickered across the walls of the cave as the torch in my hand slowly went out. My partner was sitting next to me, trying to comfort me through my sobbing.
“It wasn’t your fault.” He reassured me.
Torch. i think of fire, or a hawiian theme of some kind. ugh :/ this one is hard. Not much is coming to mind.
I see a light. The world is full of it. show me the way . I am lost. Get me somewhere. somewhere I can be free.
Burning ashes fell from the torch in my hand. I exclaimed in pain as it fell to the ground, and the room suddenly became dark.
“What happened?” My friend called out from ahead.
“I just dropped my torch, don’t worry.” I reassured him. “I’ll relight it.”
The torch flickered out and died. Someone screamed. Alice was pushed from behind, a hard shove, panicked and wild. She fell to her knees and rolled down the slope, deeper into the mountain, down the cave that nobody could say for sure wasn’t inhabited by some wild beast. She finally fetched up against a stone protuberance, bruising her left side.
Carrying the Torch plays on my ipod. I dance around the room, thinking of you. I’m carrying you. You’re the torch, what has kept me alive over the past few months. Now that you’re wavering I don’t know what to do. I’m like an organism that has adapted to the new surroundings. I NEED the thought of you to get me through the day. I’m thoroughly addicted, and I can’t quit cold turkey.
the torch is a flame. burning passion, igniting the world to fire. passions, smoldering white hot wood. inflamed into the contained blaze atop the branch. shows the light on the world.
torch? really? torch? well let’s see, my name is in it. Tor.
I love being called Tor since I don’t know one other person who has that nickname. It’s something that I can really identify with I guess. “Hey, I’m Tor”
me: “OH NO YOU AIN’T!!”
where is your resistance?
I thought you took leaps of faith like shots of espresso
or egg yolks
instead of vitamins
and the rush you got would illume from facing blindness
you knew you had
like grammar omitted in uneducated guesses
about me.
where is that curiosity quenched only with lactate and sugar,
the kind you paint pretentious questions
never doubting your decision to placate the bandwagon fuel?
so blase beneath your fingers like a familiar song the guitar,
you tuned me well and yet here we are, in film noir outlines,
smelling the smoke as inconvenience,
in the hot seat without any destination.
the light. bright, burning. then rain falls. it goes out. darkness. Alone. Cold. wet. if only I had brought an umbrella, I’d be able to see keep seeing things. Shucks.
Torchlight. archaic and out of date but flashing the memory of a better time. quieter, more adventure in the world. when there was something left to explore, to dream of, to hope for. we’ve snuffed the wonder from the earth like the flame from a torch. and i’d like it back. I want to know what it’s like to live by torchlight.
I am going to torch this place. Torch all of the bad memories, all of the pain. But in torching it, I will also brighten the path to a greater future. The torch symbolizes both destruction and creation; the end of the bad and the start of the good. The fire that it burns will be a guide for the things to come.
Heard she’d flitted off to a place where they worship the trees.
Encased in a flame that reached to the heavens, they say she lights the way.
Lonely, I heard she was that too and often blue.
Easily a flickering shade of melancholy.
Nevertheless, the torch light feeling, the very meaning, is seared into her name.
a lantern that lights the way in england, a torch is warm and gives a sense of comfort and light. it’s plastic sometimes like the beauty and the beast light i got at beauty and the beast on ice with kimmy when i was little. i got the chip cup too. i probably still have it somewhere. a torch leads, with warmth and light, but never pulls.
fire. heat. reaching. burns. bright. desire. change. illumination. want. illusion. destruction. change.
Torch; a light, Guidance, illumination, clarity, destruction…
I walked into the dimly lit room, I seen a man wearing a robe with long grey hair. He was talking to himself, I heard him whisper, ” the torch…” before he fell to the ground. The torch fell loudly to the ground breaking the silence. It’s evil presence surrounded the tavern. I left
caves. dark water. kind of reminds me of dan because torch is a lot like turchyn. reminds me a little bit of harry potter too, because dumbledore and harry use a torch when they go in the cave to look for the horcrux. i can’t think of aything else to say which is weird cause there are so many words in the world.
The pathway to hell had never been so bright.
There were many ways to to find darkness. But to use light? There was an oxymoron no one saw coming. Except maybe God, who apparently had quite the sense of humor. He did make us, afterall.
sometimes i think
about the sun in
all it’s bright and
shiny glory and i
have to wonder
if the sun went
out could we
reignite it like
a torch?
Here we go with the torch again. I just wrote about a torch. There once was a single torch floating down the darkness of a narrow road. As it floated toward me I noticed there was not a person or a thing underneath the torch. Just the stark cold of the dark staring at me.
i always buy a new torch light when i go camping. they light a torch in olympic. in medieval movies, we always see torches too. damn i’m running out of idea. you need fire with torch.
Oh torch, shine brightly upon my path, leading the way. Torch, you can lead the mob, or you can light the way for the adventure! You are an important implement in the toolkit of the adventurer.
I have always wanted to be a princess.
I’ve been watching a lot of lost and there are always torches lit whenever it’s night time and they’re filming someone’s face.
I love fire. I want it to be the 4th of July. I’m going to Spain and seeing castles and cathedrals. 1 day!
You can’t just go ahead an brn it withou considering the options. What if it were his and theat you realized that it was the only thing tha he owned. Would youo still want to destroy ita. Consider all the options, at all I’m saying..
before they knew it, they were down to one torch. so many people come and gone, friendships sparked, allies and enemies formed, and finally,the flames extinguished. There could only be one Survivor.
the light at the end of our fingers as we touch our mothers breasts and stare at the salt flats connecting our minds together together we learn what it is to burn.
light
heat
scary stories
love
robbers
deceat
fun
batteries
flickers
brightness
As they lined the cave, Demetria could barely see in front of her. All she knew was that she was being held hostage, and that the men were covered with what looked like burlap sacks. Their faces had paint on them, and it was black. She felt cold and scared. She wanted to scream, but was afraid of the consequences. She began to worry. What if they found Avery? What if Mama and Papa didn’t find her in time?
Far in the distance. I can see her smiling at me. Her lAove is like a torch in a deep cavern. Her light reveals the depth of desparit I feel so far below the surface of the earth. I wish I could bring her closer to me, but I can’t. She lonags to be on. Her journey. Searching for the true hope that only she can know of..
he took the blow torch and scorched off half her face with it. “Help me, help me!” she cried out, but there was no one to hear her. What had she ever done to deserve this? The only thing she had ever done to him was love him.