gown

December 11th, 2011 | 203 Entries

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203 Entries for “gown”

  1. What a beautiful gown she’s wearing as she walks down the aisle toward her future mate. The white implies innocence, and what a lie that is – she couldn’t be innocent if her life depended on it. Harlot. But the gown – oh how I wish I could fit into it, you know? Simple, refined, and the colors are just right! I envy her ability to fit into it.

    by Kaidee on 12.12.2011
  2. The gown was streaming down her body like a wet napkin clinging for dear life. Her thighs were exquisite within the sheer confines of the fabric, wrapped around each like a warm hug. David couldn’t take his eyes away.

    by AfterMath on 12.11.2011
  3. She would never have worn that colour. Candy pink satin, cheap and too shiney. Her face was cold, appalled, as she lay like the last fussy chocolate that nobody wanted to unwrap.

    by jayar on 12.11.2011
  4. she walked on in her gown, rather impressive given her nonchalance, she strolled barren and unmade because she had grown rather comfortable and needed not to impress a mirror. life was easy for her. relatively. her troubles were still neurotic, still unwarranted and still a mark on an otherwise beautiful woman, but that’s just the way she’ll be, I thought. could she be any other way? and didn’t I once find such a strange conflict of self quite compelling? i just wanted to see the cause behind the deprecation. she could wear her gown in front of me, but not much less. that was as intimate as it got.

    by dysrianism on 12.11.2011
  5. Sometimes, when Lucy looked at him and smirked, and her eyes and her dress glittered, the Master almost forgot that she was just a part of the plan.

    by Haley on 12.11.2011
  6. how can it be seen as this beautiful thing? It is a moment of happiness in the galactic vortex of time. It is the flare of the match, lasting only a second, before it begins to stabilize, and then burn out. We will be gone from here one day. No matter what, time still moves. As sure as 1 goes to 2, this universe will one day end.

    by garrett4 on 12.11.2011
  7. a little to the left

  8. I can’t barely handle the weight of it. My thoughts and my actions have covered me like a gown of deceit.

    by abab on 12.11.2011
  9. It was ragged, torn and overall disheveled. It had been dirtied with mud, snagged on twigs and shredded by thorns. Yet the girl who wore it never looked more beautiful. she had been gone so long, and seeing her again was like finding a diamond.

    by k on 12.11.2011
  10. She looked like a goddess, waking up after a slumber. And how beautiful was this goddess? More wonderful than all of Olympus, and the wondering eyes in the crowd couldn’t comprehend the wonder of the woman beneath the gown.

    by Raymond on 12.11.2011
  11. Her silver silk night gown hung on her body like a cloth meant to cover a statue the night before an opening. Within her was a desire to be something greater than projected. Within her, she was both solid and flexible, shining, and slipping from her own dimensions.

  12. she had a way of freezing time. maybe it was the way her steps were slow and graceful and easy, or maybe it was that look in her eyes. the one that told everyone in the room that she knew exactly what kind of power she had over them.

  13. Her gown fell onto the floor, as white as snow. She looked extravagant, beautiful. Her soft pale skin, her thin, pink lips. She smiled as the guests stood to welcome her down the aisle. She flushed faintly as her father accidently stepped onto the hem of her gown. And there he was.

    by Jenevieve on 12.11.2011
  14. gown, dress, weddings, happiness, families, children, holidays, soldiers, praying, safe, home, hearts, love

    by mary on 12.11.2011
  15. “Going down,” he would say, when he first started working there. Then the doors would clatter shut and his white-gloved hand would pull the lever and, sure enough, down they would go. And then, “Going up,” from the lobby, and the counterweights would slide past and with an angelic levity the car would rise back up. This was twenty years ago, mind you, when it was that nice. But gears wind down. With a little bit of use, they don’t slide so smoothly like they used to. And soon enough, the ‘going up’ part took a little more than the ‘going down.’ Going down’s a lot easier. Just release the brakes and let the good Lord take you there. Going up requires motors and pulleys and things; complicated things that can wear down. And soon enough, the gloves weren’t so white. I mean, they were still white, but not glowing white like they were when he started. They were just a little grayer, I guess. And then they got a bit ripped, and his outfit didn’t seem to shine like it used to. And neither did he, if you know what I mean. Sometimes he wouldn’t say anything. He’d just shut the doors, and sometimes when people were still coming, and yank on that lever and shoot down the shaft and plunk to the bottom. And if he said anything, it came out a bit slurred. “Going down” was just a messed up contraction. “Go’own” he’d say, like he was talking about ladies dressing garments, or something you might wear to a really fancy soiree. And I’m sure he saw enough of those, twenty years in that place. How many people’d he take up from the lobby, from the doorman and the bellboys, up to the penthouses, them wearin’ fancy suits and dresses, their skin reakin’ like cigarettes and their breath just a little laced with martinis? And him in that goddamned outfit and gloves. Up, down. Up, down. Twenty years o’ that. And so one day he didn’t even say it. He just slammed the door, pulled off all the breaks, and went down, about as far as he could go, with a huge ruckus and commotion, all the way from the penthouses straight to the ground floor.

  16. My gown is ripped in two.
    My soul in 17.
    Succulent silence is lacking in this noisy town.
    Never a second of solitude and peace.
    My soul in 17.
    My gown painted red.

  17. A wedding gown? On the woman of my dreams. walking down the aisle as I watch the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with, A smile ill never get sick of and future so bright it’ll never go dim.

    by Christian Zoll on 12.11.2011
  18. She went downstairs to see what the noise was that woke her up. As she stepped on the second stair her gown tangled under her foot and she fell all the way down, tumbling over and over as the edge of the stairs cracked her ribs with a whack!

    by Pilar on 12.11.2011
  19. Gown that you wore to bed
    The gown that you wear to die
    Here in this foreign bed
    It barely covers you
    At all
    In these last moments
    It’s all

    by Lauren on 12.11.2011
  20. Gowns are…well they’re something. It was always something, and now it’s…there. This is bad. I don’t know what to write about gowns. They rhyme with down. And they have the word NOW in them. And OWN. And…NOG? Does that mean anything? Can there be just nog? I’m done.

    by Zach Geiger on 12.11.2011
  21. I have a gown for every formal I have attended in the past four years and they are all stored in plastic dry cleaning bags in a climate controlled storage unit in the basement of my apartment building and I know I will never wear any of them again.

  22. flowing. flowing. Flowing like dust in the wind, flowing lie the softest garment you can think of, cascading over a beautiful womans slender waist. The soft skin accented over the white light as the heavily white light flows over her skin.

    “Cut! Cut!”

    a large plump man waddled from behind the camera as the model covered her modesty while the camera was pulled away to aim at the large detergent logo on the wall.

  23. I’ve never worn a gown. I’ve worn dresses, skirts, suits, sequins, sparkles, stripes, plaid, but never anything that could be termed a ‘gown.’ How boring!

    by DemiLa on 12.11.2011
  24. The night swirled
    about her distant gaze
    like a gown
    around a scrawny set of ankles.
    Where she looked,
    a near-stranger exhaled
    the last of something warm.
    She pretended
    the dying rings
    were a beckon.

  25. the gown was white lace and pearls. it was long, with a train that trailed behind me like a waterfall fo satin. lace sleeves covered my shoulders, but my back was exposed except for a bow of lace. the neckline was lined in pearls, and low enough not to be considered chaste. the dress tapered at the waste, giving me an elegant figure. the entire effect was lovely. suddenly, archer burst into the room. i threw my hands over my chest, trying to hide myself. “stop!,” i gasped, “you’re not supposed to see me in the dress!” i hurried towards the dressing screen, but archer grabbed my hand, pulling me back. the look in his eyes made me warm all over as he pressed me to him.

  26. His jaw dropped immediately as she descended the stairs in her magnificent silver sequined gown. That gown. The gown she spent hours trying to perfect… all her hours of work.. for this moment.

    by Emily on 12.11.2011
  27. The gown was everything she had ever wanted. The silk was gold and sparkling, and each of the pickups had a little red bow on it. There were intricate patterns of embroidery and lace and the sleeves showed off just enough shoulder to let the imagination do the rest. Sighing, she put it back in its box and handed it to the one who would be wearing it. Others were always taking her dreams.

    by Liz on 12.11.2011
  28. The back of the closet still held the baby blue gown. The one she bought two days before she forgot what it was like to feel human, to feel whole. It was covered in cellophane, a dust shroud, a shield against which she had pressed her face and inhaled as she cried. The gown was perfect, because it matched his eyes. Even now, it retained its pearly brilliance. But she did not. She had been a shadow, far earlier than anyone else, and that was her justification. But now she didn’t know what to do, because by now, everyone had lost someone.

  29. The gown was White. Not cream, but very very White. It was Long and Beautiful and even had a nice little Train. The girls who carried the Train only had nice things to say about it. The thing was, the gown didn’t like being Long and White. What it wanted to be was Short and Red.

    by Yuri on 12.11.2011
  30. “I can’t believe it!” she said to me. “You of all people tying the knott, and to a man!” I had a pretty confused childhood, young adult hood, well to put it simple a confused life. My bestfriend had been with me through it all and now she’ll be holding my flowers when I say “I do.” Cheers to me in this gown and cheers to her. Cheers always to her.

  31. she saw the world with high contrast vision,
    broken only by static and light leaks. constantly flickering
    between two extremes
    she was blinded-
    blind, always.
    only when she cried, could she see gray,
    an amalgam of heart and absence.

  32. I walked down the staircase. I was wearing the most beautiful lilac prom gown that our tiny budget could afford. In the the foyer I spot my father, who has already greeted my handsome date. I couldn’t believe this night had actually come. I’ve dreamt about prom my whole life, and now it is finally here.

    by miamia on 12.11.2011
  33. I’ve been searching everywhere for the dress I’ll wear to the prom, but I just can’t find it. I’ve tried every cut, every color, and nothing is sticking out to me. I don’t know, maybe I’ll just stay home. Oh My Stars!! There it is! That’s it!! That’s the gown!

  34. I just read that as “down,” and I thought about going down on her. I’m pretty messed up. Going down. It’s Freudian. I can’t stop thinking about her. I love being around her. I hate being in love, and I hate the fact that I really don’t want love at all, and I hate the fact that I can’t control this. But the way her breath gets heavy when I touch her keeps me coming back. This sucks.

    by Me on 12.11.2011
  35. Outside my window 25 floors up I see grey. It’s December for God’s sake and I’m wearing winter clothes & long boots and getting drenched on the way to work. At my desk 25 floors up I feel grey. A long afternoon ahead and a week or so until holidays. I need to be in my dressing gown until 10 in the morning.

  36. and she dazzles in the candle light
    misty eyed
    jeweled
    ruby gown swirling to the floor
    she looks away
    and sinks back into the crowd.
    with a sigh,
    i turn
    back to my drink.

    by Greer on 12.11.2011
  37. As I waltz up the stairs, my GOWN flows behind me in my wake. I turn the corner and then i see it, The mysterious man with a gun. I look to the right and see my best friend, Luke. I say “Luke, I..”, then shots were fired. I never got to say those three words. I watch as my only love and best friend fades into the blackness known as death.

    by Caroline on 12.11.2011
  38. The gown was a flowy, silver-white mist around her body, hiding her curves only barely and showing off nearly as much as it hid. There was little secret to her body, and she didn’t care. Why be ashamed of what the gods had given her?

    by on 12.11.2011
  39. The gown was too tight, too white and had marshmallow sleeves. However, with the aid of three friends, one sewing kit and excessive amounts of swearing, she managed to pull it together in time for the dance.

  40. I own 1 gown
    and have only worn it once
    it has 1 white spot
    and 1 red spot
    and 1 red shawl to throw over my shoulders-in case i get cold
    my first boyfriend bought it for me
    to wear to the first wedding i ever went to
    and it was amazing-i felt lovely
    and got many compliments
    never wore it after that
    hasn’t had a boyfriend since
    never went to a wedding after that-
    but i still feel lovely-hopefully i’ll get to wear that gown again.