Comments on: shape

By: L. Lumpkin

L. Lumpkin — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:08:41 +0000

the block of clay sat before, sad and lifeless. It was my duty to bring breathe air into the dough, it was my job to shape the earth into a masterpiece. i placed my, clamp shaking hands to the brown putty; but pulled away abruptly with apprehension.

By: Stephanie

Stephanie — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:51:53 +0000

the shape of my foot is so weird. it is shaped like a waterslide. a waterslide with a big curvy dip! it’s awkward sometimes.

By: shannon

shannon — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:34:30 +0000

go hawks! :)

By: Elizabeth Davies

Elizabeth Davies — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:24:58 +0000

Shape. There are lots of different shapes. Geometric, circles, squares and what not. Then body shape, there’s a certain image of body shape that we all think we should fit, when we don’t. Also it rhymes with snape.

By: Wayward Light

Wayward Light — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:18:45 +0000

I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, if my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.

By: Alison Cross

Alison Cross — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:15:15 +0000

The dress clung to her body in all the right places and, unfortunately, in all the wrong ones too. It wasn’t that she was a rotten shape, just that there was quite a lot of her to fit into the filmy red silk frock. A little too much. ‘Do you have this in a larger size,’ she queried. The assistant raised a perfect arched brow and shook her head, ‘That’s XXL as it is, madam.’

By: Wayward Light

Wayward Light — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 17:14:52 +0000

I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, whether my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.

By: Terry

Terry — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 16:54:43 +0000

The human mind.
It’s so fragile. So fragile for such an amazing thing.
He could show them a shape.
A shadow.
It didn’t even have to be anything, didn’t have to make sense.
But the human mind.
It fills in the blank.
It gives the shape a name.
The shadow a face.
He could show them their worst nightmare.
And their mind does half the work.

By: Clarissa

Clarissa — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 16:50:19 +0000

His fingers ran across the surface, delicately brushing every dip, every imperfection on the surface. He kept his eyes closed as he turned it around in his hands. She watched him carefully, wringing her hands in her lap. “D-Do you like it?” she asked hesitantly. He carefully turned in the direction of her voice, and gave her an easy smile. “It’s definitely interesting, Madeline.”

By: Jennifer Marie

Jennifer Marie — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 16:46:19 +0000

You take my form,
I take your hand.

Confusion girl.
Confusing me.

Let’s run away,
confusion girl.