A brief glimpse of the future fashes before her, unsettling and exciting.
A bright image fashes vividly in my mind.
A distant memory fashes from my childhood.
A fleeting image of his childhood home fashes before his eyes.
A moment of clarity fashes through the confusion, illuminating the truth.
A new idea fashes into existence out of nowhere.
A sense of unease fashes over him as he enters the abandoned house.
A sudden insight fashes in her mind, solving the problem.
A sudden memory fashes, bringing a smile to her face.
A sudden thought fashes into her awareness.
A sudden wave of nausea fashes over her as the roller coaster dips.
A warning sign fashes next to the construction site.
As the power flickers, the television screen fashes erratically.
Even a genius occasionally fashes and overlooks the obvious.
Even a seasoned sailor sometimes fashes at the sight of a rogue wave.
Even in the darkness, a tiny spark of hope still fashes within her.
Even robots fashes a message when experiencing an error.
Even the best detective occasionally fashes to find the missing piece of the puzzle.
Even the most successful person sometimes fashes and doubts themselves.
Her eyes briefly fashes with a hint of anger.
Her intelligence fashes like a bright light.
Her smile fashes quickly before disappearing.
His artistic genius fashes in his sculptures.
His eyes fashes with anger before he restrained himself.
His face, normally stoic, fashes with a flicker of amusement.
His good natured spirit fashes through even in difficult situations.
His talent fashes, a surprise to everyone including himself.
His talent for music fashes, captivating the audience.
His talent for painting fashes with unexpected brilliance.
His temper, usually controlled, briefly fashes out of control.
His wit, usually sharp and quick, sometimes fashes and misses the mark.
My eyes briefly fashes after the bright light.
My memory occasionally fashes back to that summer, vivid and bright.
Regret, like a phantom limb, often fashes with a dull ache.
Sometimes, my intuition fashes with a surprising accuracy.
The anger in his eyes fashes like a sudden flame.
The answer, seemingly elusive, suddenly fashes in his mind.
The beacon fashes a steady rhythm, guiding ships safely.
The beauty of the sunset fashes across the sky.
The bird's wings, catching the light, fashes with iridescent colors.
The car lights fashes when he turns on the hazard lights.
The city lights below fashes like a million tiny stars.
The code on the computer screen fashes, indicating an error.
The computer screen fashes with an incoming message.
The diamond ring fashes brilliantly under the chandelier.
The distant stars fashes faintly through the clouds.
The emergency lights fashes brightly at the scene.
The emotion, raw and intense, fashes through her.
The feeling of deja vu fashes, leaving her disoriented.
The fireflies fashes a coded message to each other.
The fireflies fashes in the night, like stars.
The fireflies in the meadow fashes their silent signals.
The flashlight fashes weakly as the batteries die.
The headlights fashes briefly as the car turns.
The heat from the forge fashes on the blacksmith's face.
The hope for a better future still fashes in his heart.
The idea, fully formed, fashes in his mind.
The image of her loved one fashes, bringing tears to her eyes.
The inspiration for the story fashes to her in a dream.
The light on the camera fashes, indicating it is recording.
The lightbulb intermittently fashes before burning out.
The lighthouse beacon fashes its warning across the turbulent sea.
The lighthouse fashes regularly, a guiding light in the darkness.
The lightning fashes, illuminating the landscape in stark detail.
The memory of her laughter fashes, a brief moment of joy amidst sorrow.
The memory of their first meeting fashes clearly.
The monitor fashes with a strange error message.
The moral ambiguity of the situation fashes with uncomfortable intensity.
The neon sign above the diner fashes a retro charm.
The neon sign outside the bar fashes a garish welcome.
The northern lights fashes across the arctic sky.
The notification light constantly fashes on my phone.
The old photograph fashes memories of a bygone era.
The old projector fashes the film onto the screen.
The old radio fashes its lights while scanning stations.
The old sign, half-broken, fashes a distorted message.
The opportunity, fleeting and precious, fashes before him.
The pain in her heart fashes anew with each reminder.
The pain in his ankle fashes with each step he takes.
The past, long buried, unexpectedly fashes back.
The phone screen fashes alerting me about new information.
The possibilities, exciting and daunting, fashes before her.
The projector fashes the slides during the presentation.
The realization of her mistake fashes with painful clarity.
The red light on the dashboard fashes, warning of low oil pressure.
The screen fashes when the computer crashes.
The screen fashes, displaying a cryptic message.
The stars subtly fashes on a clear night.
The streetlights fashes in the rain, creating a surreal atmosphere.
The strobe light at the club fashes a dizzying pattern across the dancing crowd.
The strobe light constantly fashes during the concert.
The sun fashes brightly as it breaks through the clouds.
The sun occasionally fashes through the dense canopy of trees.
The sunlight fashes brilliantly off the ocean waves.
The sunlight, piercing through the blinds, fashes intermittently across the sleeping cat.
The television screen intermittently fashes between scenes.
The thought of failure fashes, fueling his determination.
The thought, unwelcome and sharp, fashes into her mind.
The truth, uncomfortable and undeniable, fashes into focus.
The warning light on the machinery fashes urgently.