The detective arrived on the scene late. It didn’t matter though, as long as he was there. The other detectives would be lost without his way of work, they probably wouldn’t have known a crime was even committed.
How to Plan Garden Design
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GHI
Shall I set the scene for you? Enter a scene? Exit? The night was…bright, cheerful with bugs sawing on their two-legged mandolins. The moon and stars unobscured by clouds. Verging on full, the moon beamed from its place of almost-man, almost-woman facedness. The dark side may never show its face, but maybe it’s happier there, like someone who prefers to support the main players rather than get all the spotlight themselves.
Percy
She stared straight ahead, not at him really, but around his lying eyes and wicked mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tried to swallow, waiting for her righteous anger. It would be completely justified after 12 years of marriage. But she willed the tears prickling the corners of her eyes to stand down and quietly removed her wedding ring.
The scene was piled with cops and the FBI as they investigated a missing person who was last seen on Shawmut Ave. The investigator, Thomas Henry, was asking questions about a black van that took off about 9:00 pm which was just when the person was missing. Then a cop came and pulled him aside and showed him a purse that was lying on the corner of the curb.
limakidhouse
the scene of light danced in my vision. the sweet scent of wild flowers flooded my senses with a overwhelming feeling of peace and harmony.
Mary
How many times do you suppose Shakespeare was bored by a scene and found himself taking additional liberties with his pen?
He said “Let’s go”, while she sat there in despair.
Ravi
I saw it! there was it in it’s glory, one word. That’s what I could all write about. I am basically a programmer so I couldn’t write anything better than code.
Ravi
The scene was imperfect but whole, I’d never seen anything like it. Beautiful but ripped at every edge. I didn’t know where we had ended up but I knew I wanted to stay for a while.
I love the scene in my life where everything goes absolutley awesome and the way that I want it to go. It happens a lot. So I can never miss it…it just happens over and over and over again…
Step on the scene lock loaded ready for war bitches aint shit put women with no control in a world full of liars and theives i vow to be a righteous soldier for the positive force i choose to call god in this universe a man in control can rule the world a man with no control and the world controls him
Justin mahin
They both entered court side; their face shining with the sweat of their previous antics. He had gripped her hand, hard. She could feel he was getting bony and thin.
I wanted to be cool, as a kid. I wanted to be that person who everyone recognised and admired, but it wasn’t my scene. I was the goofball – the one who mucked around, pretended to be really tough. The one who hit my friends playfully until I found out they hated it, and then I cried. I wasn’t cool, I wasn’t anything. I was just a mess.
Scene after scene of brutality- of men hurting men- with the purpose to entertain, or maybe to educate. Whatever it is, there is something in bloodlust on pictures; something primeval yet for some reason glued to humans. Is it the idea of a hero overcoming challenges or the satisfaction of him maiming the inferior?
“Don’t cause a scene. Please.” She ignored him. Of course she did. Why would she ever pay attention to anything he had to say? It’s not like he knew how this went. Like, for example, her standing up, making a loud dramatic scene, getting into a fight and getting them both banned from the tavern. Every time. Without fail. Leaving them forced to find somewhere else to sleep and drink.
Nope. Never fucking happened.
“Amara.”
He watched as she stood up. “Amara,” he hissed again, more firmly this time. She pushed the chair back with her thighs as she went, her green eyes glaring, head cocked to the side. The sound of the wood scraping against wood made several people glance over. The bartender smirked, amusement glittering his features.
It was too bad, Zak thought wistfully, that he was on the end of Amara’s hostility. He wasn’t half bad looking.
He sighed. Less than five minutes, he decided, to finish off his drink.
He watched as Amara whipped out her daggers, faster than a lightning bird’s wings. He quirked a brow. Better make that two, he noted.
a director’s chair
brightly dyed hair
razor-edged hair
and cartoon monsters
Audrey Hepburn’s cigarette
her classic poses
and sunglasses
Erika
The scene of this particular movie brought tears to the young girl’s eyes as she stared blankly at the screen. Her mind was elsewhere, but this moment in the movie brought back all the pain she’d been suppressing the past several days.
SharaElyse
the scene will be with me forever. my body lying in the sand, brutalized and terrorized in its last breaths. the scene will be with me forever as i will be forever. and how those who did this to me will wish it not so
Maddie
As the scene unfolded in front of me I stood horrified. It was like watching a train wreck, terrible, yet I couldn’t look away. I wanted to scream but my voice was stuck in my throat, a lump I couldn’t get past.
“Aaaaand, scene.” The stage director said as he exhaled a breath of sweet relief that the endeavor had finally concluded itself. Thankful, he sat back in his chair.
Shannon
It is in this scene that I see myself, I discover what could be, what can never be, and all about what shouldn’t have ever been. In this scene I am made aware, aware of all that is and all that isn’t….
It is in this scene, (in this glorious scene) that I become mad.
It was a still scene. There was a fog that hung on the air like a final breath. The horses hooves pounded in the distance, and the shouts of angry men filled the night with a chilled rage.Fire tipped torches danced through the forest trail towards the cottage. The screams from inside long since silenced. The men burst in through the door to find Sophia’s face a harsh blue. Tears having thrust her makeup down her cheeks during her final struggle. Globs of spit matted in her soft brunette curls. A strong outline of Jack’s palms graced her throat. Jack sat in the corner on a rickety wooden chair. A twisted smile danced on his lips as he wiped the sweat from his face. “Her eyes in that moment….” he paused to enjoy the memory, “I will always have them.” He kept the joy of his final conquest on his face as the men grabbed him.
A scene is a setting, something that creates a moment. It is the backdrop for any situation and it tells so much without having to say anything. A scene
Rachel
i keep staring at the sky
i’ma bout to punch my hand through this painted cardboard
Outside, the wind observed a minute’s silence. Maureen, the nurse who had just come on duty stood quietly by the door bearing witness to the most gentle and harrowing scene. Serena had been too late to say goodbye. She had run every red light and broken every speed limit on the way. She had left the Corolla still running downstairs in the street. The flight to the hospital had been a blur, racing time and racing fear. Her mother’s room was four floors up and when the elevator doors finally opened she tore down the corridor with her strength trailing behind her. Maureen hadn’t the heart to say the words when she saw Serena, she just looked down to shiny floor and shook her head.
Serena’s eyes were caught in the conflict. The one thing she couldn’t bear to happen in her world was happening. Had happened. Her mother’s body was still warm, but her eyes closed now. Serena pulled a chair to the edge of the bed and the placed both hands on her mother’s beautiful face, all signs of her recent pain released, replaced by love. She bent down, ever so slowly and kissed her mother’s lips for the longest time. Then Serena took her mothers hand and finally said all the things a daughter might say to her mother to make the circle of life and love complete.
I hadn’t meant to cause a scene, yet, there we were. Sitting almost helplessly at the corner table, the clatter of forks and knives on hard plates having subsided to hear my mother’s crying. This wasn’t gentle weeping, nor hiccuping sobs. It was more like this plaintive wail, this keening, like she had just been stabbed in the abdomen and was trying desperately to breathe but could only exhale continually. I stared down into my wine glass. The Merlot was starting to look like blood.
Belinda Roddie
And there it was held in time. Separated by others it made it mine.
With clarity, it shifts between the dark of night. Perspective shifts, oh there that’s fine.
What a place where I can find my way? It takes my life and makes it something for all to see. When I’m there, they look at me with such disdain that I can not bear. But what shall we make of a place in time? What shall we make of something that is only mine? I will keep this for myself, a place like nowhere else.
Dan
scene
him
me
his crooked nose
i do not like
when he dresses like a bad boy
i like when he is cheeky like one
on my mind
24/7
nonina
i hate love scenes in moves just ciding. he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha aha h ha ha ha aha ha a ha ah ah ah ah ah ah ha ha ha ha ha h b ha ha ha ha
Caleb gayton
ake the worst sean in the intier move was the end,the midel,….and the bigening wasint so good ether
Caleb gayton
a smallish house a big group of teenagers not good so not good. big no no!
Caleb gayton
a small house a big famely not a good seen. my sumer
nice goups direcctory i like it
The detective arrived on the scene late. It didn’t matter though, as long as he was there. The other detectives would be lost without his way of work, they probably wouldn’t have known a crime was even committed.
How to Plan Garden Design
What do you plan to make your garden looks more beautiful that before? Have you find the best idea to apply? Here are some ideas that can be applied to make your garden looks better as you wish. Garden is the outer side of a home. There should be different sensation that the home interior. Applying garden design must be done appropriately so that its impression is not contrasts
Shall I set the scene for you? Enter a scene? Exit? The night was…bright, cheerful with bugs sawing on their two-legged mandolins. The moon and stars unobscured by clouds. Verging on full, the moon beamed from its place of almost-man, almost-woman facedness. The dark side may never show its face, but maybe it’s happier there, like someone who prefers to support the main players rather than get all the spotlight themselves.
She stared straight ahead, not at him really, but around his lying eyes and wicked mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tried to swallow, waiting for her righteous anger. It would be completely justified after 12 years of marriage. But she willed the tears prickling the corners of her eyes to stand down and quietly removed her wedding ring.
The scene was piled with cops and the FBI as they investigated a missing person who was last seen on Shawmut Ave. The investigator, Thomas Henry, was asking questions about a black van that took off about 9:00 pm which was just when the person was missing. Then a cop came and pulled him aside and showed him a purse that was lying on the corner of the curb.
the scene of light danced in my vision. the sweet scent of wild flowers flooded my senses with a overwhelming feeling of peace and harmony.
How many times do you suppose Shakespeare was bored by a scene and found himself taking additional liberties with his pen?
Angela Carter?
Leonora Carrington?
Miranda July? Borges? Murakami? Yu?
He said “Let’s go”, while she sat there in despair.
I saw it! there was it in it’s glory, one word. That’s what I could all write about. I am basically a programmer so I couldn’t write anything better than code.
The scene was imperfect but whole, I’d never seen anything like it. Beautiful but ripped at every edge. I didn’t know where we had ended up but I knew I wanted to stay for a while.
I love the scene in my life where everything goes absolutley awesome and the way that I want it to go. It happens a lot. So I can never miss it…it just happens over and over and over again…
Step on the scene lock loaded ready for war bitches aint shit put women with no control in a world full of liars and theives i vow to be a righteous soldier for the positive force i choose to call god in this universe a man in control can rule the world a man with no control and the world controls him
They both entered court side; their face shining with the sweat of their previous antics. He had gripped her hand, hard. She could feel he was getting bony and thin.
I wanted to be cool, as a kid. I wanted to be that person who everyone recognised and admired, but it wasn’t my scene. I was the goofball – the one who mucked around, pretended to be really tough. The one who hit my friends playfully until I found out they hated it, and then I cried. I wasn’t cool, I wasn’t anything. I was just a mess.
Scene after scene of brutality- of men hurting men- with the purpose to entertain, or maybe to educate. Whatever it is, there is something in bloodlust on pictures; something primeval yet for some reason glued to humans. Is it the idea of a hero overcoming challenges or the satisfaction of him maiming the inferior?
“Don’t cause a scene. Please.” She ignored him. Of course she did. Why would she ever pay attention to anything he had to say? It’s not like he knew how this went. Like, for example, her standing up, making a loud dramatic scene, getting into a fight and getting them both banned from the tavern. Every time. Without fail. Leaving them forced to find somewhere else to sleep and drink.
Nope. Never fucking happened.
“Amara.”
He watched as she stood up. “Amara,” he hissed again, more firmly this time. She pushed the chair back with her thighs as she went, her green eyes glaring, head cocked to the side. The sound of the wood scraping against wood made several people glance over. The bartender smirked, amusement glittering his features.
It was too bad, Zak thought wistfully, that he was on the end of Amara’s hostility. He wasn’t half bad looking.
He sighed. Less than five minutes, he decided, to finish off his drink.
He watched as Amara whipped out her daggers, faster than a lightning bird’s wings. He quirked a brow. Better make that two, he noted.
a director’s chair
brightly dyed hair
razor-edged hair
and cartoon monsters
Audrey Hepburn’s cigarette
her classic poses
and sunglasses
The scene of this particular movie brought tears to the young girl’s eyes as she stared blankly at the screen. Her mind was elsewhere, but this moment in the movie brought back all the pain she’d been suppressing the past several days.
the scene will be with me forever. my body lying in the sand, brutalized and terrorized in its last breaths. the scene will be with me forever as i will be forever. and how those who did this to me will wish it not so
As the scene unfolded in front of me I stood horrified. It was like watching a train wreck, terrible, yet I couldn’t look away. I wanted to scream but my voice was stuck in my throat, a lump I couldn’t get past.
Blood. Shattered. Silence.
“Aaaaand, scene.” The stage director said as he exhaled a breath of sweet relief that the endeavor had finally concluded itself. Thankful, he sat back in his chair.
It is in this scene that I see myself, I discover what could be, what can never be, and all about what shouldn’t have ever been. In this scene I am made aware, aware of all that is and all that isn’t….
It is in this scene, (in this glorious scene) that I become mad.
It was a still scene. There was a fog that hung on the air like a final breath. The horses hooves pounded in the distance, and the shouts of angry men filled the night with a chilled rage.Fire tipped torches danced through the forest trail towards the cottage. The screams from inside long since silenced. The men burst in through the door to find Sophia’s face a harsh blue. Tears having thrust her makeup down her cheeks during her final struggle. Globs of spit matted in her soft brunette curls. A strong outline of Jack’s palms graced her throat. Jack sat in the corner on a rickety wooden chair. A twisted smile danced on his lips as he wiped the sweat from his face. “Her eyes in that moment….” he paused to enjoy the memory, “I will always have them.” He kept the joy of his final conquest on his face as the men grabbed him.
Memories. Scenes playing out in my mind from years past as I listen to songs from yesteryear. The memories come flooding back. Tears fall.
A scene is a setting, something that creates a moment. It is the backdrop for any situation and it tells so much without having to say anything. A scene
i keep staring at the sky
i’ma bout to punch my hand through this painted cardboard
Outside, the wind observed a minute’s silence. Maureen, the nurse who had just come on duty stood quietly by the door bearing witness to the most gentle and harrowing scene. Serena had been too late to say goodbye. She had run every red light and broken every speed limit on the way. She had left the Corolla still running downstairs in the street. The flight to the hospital had been a blur, racing time and racing fear. Her mother’s room was four floors up and when the elevator doors finally opened she tore down the corridor with her strength trailing behind her. Maureen hadn’t the heart to say the words when she saw Serena, she just looked down to shiny floor and shook her head.
Serena’s eyes were caught in the conflict. The one thing she couldn’t bear to happen in her world was happening. Had happened. Her mother’s body was still warm, but her eyes closed now. Serena pulled a chair to the edge of the bed and the placed both hands on her mother’s beautiful face, all signs of her recent pain released, replaced by love. She bent down, ever so slowly and kissed her mother’s lips for the longest time. Then Serena took her mothers hand and finally said all the things a daughter might say to her mother to make the circle of life and love complete.
Rain drumming the roof
Black and white on the screen
Your hand resting gently on my knee
The cutscene in The Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess where Link is dreaming and it’s raining hundreds of clones of Ilia.
someone being overdramatic
I hadn’t meant to cause a scene, yet, there we were. Sitting almost helplessly at the corner table, the clatter of forks and knives on hard plates having subsided to hear my mother’s crying. This wasn’t gentle weeping, nor hiccuping sobs. It was more like this plaintive wail, this keening, like she had just been stabbed in the abdomen and was trying desperately to breathe but could only exhale continually. I stared down into my wine glass. The Merlot was starting to look like blood.
And there it was held in time. Separated by others it made it mine.
With clarity, it shifts between the dark of night. Perspective shifts, oh there that’s fine.
What a place where I can find my way? It takes my life and makes it something for all to see. When I’m there, they look at me with such disdain that I can not bear. But what shall we make of a place in time? What shall we make of something that is only mine? I will keep this for myself, a place like nowhere else.
scene
him
me
his crooked nose
i do not like
when he dresses like a bad boy
i like when he is cheeky like one
on my mind
24/7
i hate love scenes in moves just ciding. he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha aha h ha ha ha aha ha a ha ah ah ah ah ah ah ha ha ha ha ha h b ha ha ha ha
ake the worst sean in the intier move was the end,the midel,….and the bigening wasint so good ether
a smallish house a big group of teenagers not good so not good. big no no!
a small house a big famely not a good seen. my sumer