I wake up in the morning and twist my back to crack it. I am soar from golf practice yesterday and need to stretch my back. I have been asking my mom for weeks now to take me to get a massage and hopefully she will do it this week. I am very excited to get my back professionally massaged because I feel
Bailey Means
He tried to get it but fell. Haha i laughed as he looked up at me, I said i am the king of twister and now he finally believed me. It was my turn and I went to place my hand on the red square, this as by far the hardest move of the game.
Porter Null
I think that twist to to twirl and whirl. Twist to get into a bind and try to find your way out. Twist is to experiment and see if something will bind up as far as you can. Twisting is the act of turning something from straight to
Asher Spivey
The girl twisted and turned in her chair as she was being forced to eat her green beans. The doctor told her mom that she needs to eat more vegetables so ever since her mom has been feeding her vegetables all day.
Tiana Momon
this is the beginging of the word for the twisted toco. the restraint is pretty good but their cheese is not the best. I would much rather eat at any other mexican restaurant. I like willies a lot better their.
Sam Anderson
I think of the 1950s dance. My grandmother and grandfather meeting in Iowa. Hoop skirts. Poodle designs on the skirts. Pops with long straws. A dancer on the black and white TV causing controversy with his “grating” hips and tight pa
She played with her hair absently, spinning it around her fingers in complicated but mindless twists. The air in the classroom was warm but the breeze coming through the window was giving her goosebumps. Dr. Nagel droned on about Aristotle or Aristophenes or something but she kept glancing out the window as well, ready for the day to be over.
Earl turned around to face Eddy. “Hey bro,” Earl said.
“Dear god!” Eddy screamed as he look at Earl in horror.
“What’s wrong?” asked Earl.
“Your body!” Eddy said as he pointed towards Earl’s upper torso which was pointing the opposite direction from his legs.
“Oh this? Nah I just do some yoga twist in the morning.”
Her periphery twisted, eyesight blurring. She couldn’t hold her tears back any longer. Anticipating it was one thing, but for it to actually happen was another. Her train of thought grew scattered as the situation took a rather predictable turn.
Twist. When something goes completely opposite. When all your closest friends and family disappear from sight and you are left all alone. Twist. When the light turns into complete darkness. A twist is when the world goes dark the only thing that still shines is your soul.
Whenever she sees him, it’s a twist in the chest. Like he’s stuck a knife there, and each time her eyes meet his visage he’s subconsciously reaching out and twisting it like a key in its lock.
Maybe it’s the masochist hidden in her that forces her to keep coming back to him like she does.
chi
Twists and turns, twists and turns. That’s the name of the game. Keep them guessing, keep them afraid.
Never, ever are things exactly how they seem.
Twist things bad, twist things good.
They won’t let you out.
Help me, please.
Kara
His arm was twisted by someone “Let me go!” he screamed but there was no one there to hear the scream, yet he felt how it kept twisting his arm even more until a crack sounded. His arm was dislocated in just one push
There is a plot twist…at least, there is supposed to be. But there is nothing. Nothing lingered in the air like a word un-fitly spoken. This is when the story is supposed to change. But, he’s still dead. I still see his chest as it lays flat, no rise, no fall. His lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. This is when the plot twist should be written. But, I am not so lucky.
Julia Brockelman
I went to the city to twist my own arm, though I didn’t really understand why. Eventually I found what I was looking for, but by then I wasn’t interested in it anymore. Doesn’t that sound familiar?
Amanda
Twist was a average boy, he had a loving family, a dog and a modest house.
Twist! Twist everything! Twist that leg, twist that head, twist everything on your neck! If you can’t do it then your not alone! Just believe in yourself! My Gramma can do better than you!
Twisting can be many different things, for example, if someone gives you a Chinese burn, they are twisting your arm. If we look behind or beside ourselves we are twisting our necks
I love raspberry twists. It’s a candy, that’s red, kinda looks like licorice, but it tastes like raspberry. I don’t like licorice, because it tastes awful. I like to twist it lots to make it even more twisty. YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Twisting is when something rotates. So many things twist, including ourselves, our peers, animals of any kind, and probably living things. I think that so many things twist that we don’t know of.
I love twists. Chocolate twists. Any type of twist is delicious. Unless it has spinach in it. Twists are so yummy and tasty. Buy them from the bakery. Go. Buy one. Go
through the sky as we fall. i only see blue and i only feel the sea of air molecules that gravity and my body push through. I hear the roar of the wind and air currents but i know we are together
Rudy Vargas
With a twist of her wrist she did it, the frisbee soared free. Her father and brother whooped their congratulations, she had finally gotten it. She felt high on the success. Her brother caught in and threw it back, she missed the catch, but her grin didn’t falter.
Sarah
ouch I fell and twisted my ass. My poo came out like a long blade of green grass. Hurts so bad.
The twist in the road was sharp and she knew she was going too fast when she entered the curve. She tried to slow down, but a big truck was following too closely, and she was passing a slower car and another car was coming in the opposite direction. Something had to change so she didn’t meet with disaster. She pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor and hoped for the best.
Sylvia smiled. “It’s a martini with a lemon twist.” She gestured a manicured hand at the stemmed glass. “Go on. Try it.”
I took a sip. It reminded me of the last time I had stood on the Golden Gate Bridge, with fog in my throat and mist in my hair. It was cold like the seawater, yet it had a palpable tang that reminded me of how clean the air was at night.
Belinda Roddie
Everything has a twist.
A twist in time-What feels like a year went by was really 2 years.
Swimming in the ocean and thinking “I could easily drown and this could by my last day on earth.”
Always be prepared for a twist.
You usually know immediately when someone is twisted. Their smile isn’t genuine, their eyes aren’t smiling along with their face; if anything, they have an evil glint in them. But sometimes this isn’t the case. Sometimes the people that you thought were just like yourself turn out to be the most twisted of them all, and it’s these people you have to watch out for the most. Not the creepy guy on the subway, but your own friends, maybe even your own family.
funny, friends, music, party, night, dancing, enjoy, happy, people, good time,
liliana
There was a twist in the story. There’s always a twist in the story. Sometimes it’s a ghost, sometimes it’s a long lost love, or a fallen star. This time it was the girl. She was there and I was not and somehow, because of this, she married my husband when it should have been me. He wasn’t my husband at the time, of course, he was just a man. And he’s not my husband now, either.
Kate
There’s always a twist, whether it’s “of lime,” dealing with a plot, or a retro dance-move. Tell your story. Let it go.
I wake up in the morning and twist my back to crack it. I am soar from golf practice yesterday and need to stretch my back. I have been asking my mom for weeks now to take me to get a massage and hopefully she will do it this week. I am very excited to get my back professionally massaged because I feel
He tried to get it but fell. Haha i laughed as he looked up at me, I said i am the king of twister and now he finally believed me. It was my turn and I went to place my hand on the red square, this as by far the hardest move of the game.
I think that twist to to twirl and whirl. Twist to get into a bind and try to find your way out. Twist is to experiment and see if something will bind up as far as you can. Twisting is the act of turning something from straight to
The girl twisted and turned in her chair as she was being forced to eat her green beans. The doctor told her mom that she needs to eat more vegetables so ever since her mom has been feeding her vegetables all day.
this is the beginging of the word for the twisted toco. the restraint is pretty good but their cheese is not the best. I would much rather eat at any other mexican restaurant. I like willies a lot better their.
I think of the 1950s dance. My grandmother and grandfather meeting in Iowa. Hoop skirts. Poodle designs on the skirts. Pops with long straws. A dancer on the black and white TV causing controversy with his “grating” hips and tight pa
twisty hips
She played with her hair absently, spinning it around her fingers in complicated but mindless twists. The air in the classroom was warm but the breeze coming through the window was giving her goosebumps. Dr. Nagel droned on about Aristotle or Aristophenes or something but she kept glancing out the window as well, ready for the day to be over.
Earl turned around to face Eddy. “Hey bro,” Earl said.
“Dear god!” Eddy screamed as he look at Earl in horror.
“What’s wrong?” asked Earl.
“Your body!” Eddy said as he pointed towards Earl’s upper torso which was pointing the opposite direction from his legs.
“Oh this? Nah I just do some yoga twist in the morning.”
“Twist your hips to reach higher!”
– Bouldering technique
Her periphery twisted, eyesight blurring. She couldn’t hold her tears back any longer. Anticipating it was one thing, but for it to actually happen was another. Her train of thought grew scattered as the situation took a rather predictable turn.
Twist. When something goes completely opposite. When all your closest friends and family disappear from sight and you are left all alone. Twist. When the light turns into complete darkness. A twist is when the world goes dark the only thing that still shines is your soul.
Whenever she sees him, it’s a twist in the chest. Like he’s stuck a knife there, and each time her eyes meet his visage he’s subconsciously reaching out and twisting it like a key in its lock.
Maybe it’s the masochist hidden in her that forces her to keep coming back to him like she does.
Twists and turns, twists and turns. That’s the name of the game. Keep them guessing, keep them afraid.
Never, ever are things exactly how they seem.
Twist things bad, twist things good.
They won’t let you out.
Help me, please.
His arm was twisted by someone “Let me go!” he screamed but there was no one there to hear the scream, yet he felt how it kept twisting his arm even more until a crack sounded. His arm was dislocated in just one push
a distortion between time and space. you slip through, unassuming, a cosmic wanderer, a starry stranger.
There is a plot twist…at least, there is supposed to be. But there is nothing. Nothing lingered in the air like a word un-fitly spoken. This is when the story is supposed to change. But, he’s still dead. I still see his chest as it lays flat, no rise, no fall. His lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. This is when the plot twist should be written. But, I am not so lucky.
I went to the city to twist my own arm, though I didn’t really understand why. Eventually I found what I was looking for, but by then I wasn’t interested in it anymore. Doesn’t that sound familiar?
Twist was a average boy, he had a loving family, a dog and a modest house.
I leap forward in front of the soccer goal OWWWW I stretch. As I feel my knee twisting round as the guy stomps on the back of my leg.
Twist! Twist everything! Twist that leg, twist that head, twist everything on your neck! If you can’t do it then your not alone! Just believe in yourself! My Gramma can do better than you!
I twist as I’m dancing. Twisting round and round. Moving my hips in a circle.
Twisting can be many different things, for example, if someone gives you a Chinese burn, they are twisting your arm. If we look behind or beside ourselves we are twisting our necks
I love raspberry twists. It’s a candy, that’s red, kinda looks like licorice, but it tastes like raspberry. I don’t like licorice, because it tastes awful. I like to twist it lots to make it even more twisty. YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Twisting is when something rotates. So many things twist, including ourselves, our peers, animals of any kind, and probably living things. I think that so many things twist that we don’t know of.
I love twists. Chocolate twists. Any type of twist is delicious. Unless it has spinach in it. Twists are so yummy and tasty. Buy them from the bakery. Go. Buy one. Go
Stretching something around and around. Twisting does not work with metals and anything too hard for your hand to handle.
I twist when I swim like a dolphin,
Do a 360 twist it’s so much fun make sure you don’t land on your stoumich it hurts
Twisting is when you turn your body to make a ‘twist.’ Everyone has done that before.
through the sky as we fall. i only see blue and i only feel the sea of air molecules that gravity and my body push through. I hear the roar of the wind and air currents but i know we are together
With a twist of her wrist she did it, the frisbee soared free. Her father and brother whooped their congratulations, she had finally gotten it. She felt high on the success. Her brother caught in and threw it back, she missed the catch, but her grin didn’t falter.
ouch I fell and twisted my ass. My poo came out like a long blade of green grass. Hurts so bad.
The twist in the road was sharp and she knew she was going too fast when she entered the curve. She tried to slow down, but a big truck was following too closely, and she was passing a slower car and another car was coming in the opposite direction. Something had to change so she didn’t meet with disaster. She pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor and hoped for the best.
“What’s this?” I asked.
Sylvia smiled. “It’s a martini with a lemon twist.” She gestured a manicured hand at the stemmed glass. “Go on. Try it.”
I took a sip. It reminded me of the last time I had stood on the Golden Gate Bridge, with fog in my throat and mist in my hair. It was cold like the seawater, yet it had a palpable tang that reminded me of how clean the air was at night.
Everything has a twist.
A twist in time-What feels like a year went by was really 2 years.
Swimming in the ocean and thinking “I could easily drown and this could by my last day on earth.”
Always be prepared for a twist.
Always.
You usually know immediately when someone is twisted. Their smile isn’t genuine, their eyes aren’t smiling along with their face; if anything, they have an evil glint in them. But sometimes this isn’t the case. Sometimes the people that you thought were just like yourself turn out to be the most twisted of them all, and it’s these people you have to watch out for the most. Not the creepy guy on the subway, but your own friends, maybe even your own family.
funny, friends, music, party, night, dancing, enjoy, happy, people, good time,
There was a twist in the story. There’s always a twist in the story. Sometimes it’s a ghost, sometimes it’s a long lost love, or a fallen star. This time it was the girl. She was there and I was not and somehow, because of this, she married my husband when it should have been me. He wasn’t my husband at the time, of course, he was just a man. And he’s not my husband now, either.
There’s always a twist, whether it’s “of lime,” dealing with a plot, or a retro dance-move. Tell your story. Let it go.