We all have skeltons inside us, they hold up our bodies, protect our organs. Give humans shape. When it gets right down to it, people are not different at all. They are all exactly the same on the inside. Heart, Lungs, Liver, Stomach, Blood, Bones. If any of them failed any person would suffer.
She was a shell of her former self, a skeleton of the person she once one. Not visible to the naked eye because she was still as beautiful as she had always been but the spark of life inside her had long burned out. Life has a way of robbing you of your happiness, leaving behind vacant eyes and a hollow ring to your tone.
Everybody has a skeleton in their closet. It sometimes hurts and it’s very painful for many to accept in oneself and others. But as time goes by the skeleton becomes less and less relevant, because people aren’t about what wrongs and what they are ashamed of. But people are more about who they are inside… and who they let themselves to be. Whether they chose or not to grow from that
skeletons remind me of halloween! I don’t know why, but doctors or anatomy doesn’t really come to mind when I first see the word. I could think about how many bones are in our bodies, but I usually think of creepy things
A skeleton is the bone structure of a particular organism which is arranged in a specific way in order to allow the organism to move in the way it’s meant to. It also supports the organism, since bones are hard and strong.
well, in the tele series bones, the protagonist works with skeletons. looking at the skeleton one can figure out alot abt the person – the way he/she lived life, age, past experience etc.
the skeleton is also an essential requirement for the study of anatomy. for arts students, it is the skeleton and muscles that help them create humans from their imagination.
Skeleton, if taken metaphorical, can imply the basic structure on with establishments are based, not just the iorn and bricks, but the bosses and employeess too
After digging in the red clay to find the bag of money hidden years before, he came across a skeleton. The skeleton was headless but nonetheless in tact to reveal a human shape.
The skeleton was warm and red. I was used to people using the phrase “as dry as a bone” but bones, it seemed, are far from dry. They’re almost moist. Slimey in fact. And they don’t appear to be human. More could be written about the remains I had found but the group began to turn, as did my stomach.
The skeleton was strewn all over the front lawn. “Damn,” she said. “Now who the hell is going to help me clean this up?” He really needed to figure out that this was not the way to her heart. She let herself break into a little grin, though, nonetheless.
She had skeleton fingers, and a raspy voice. Her teeth, sharpened to a fine point by years of peanut brittle, matched the grip of her hands around my back. She clung to me, afraid I would leave her. I was afraid I would stay.
He was so thin you could see his soul. You could see which three ribs he broke as a child. You could see his pulse. This from ten paces. On a really bright day, at the right angle, you could see his organs and what he had for breakfast.
a skeleton has borders… that doesn’t make sense. Skeletons are for the mexican day ofthe dead, when people celebrate with the dead, instead of fear them. Skeletons are inside your closet when you have tons of secrets to keep.
The bones fell and scattered, bouncing across the concrete floor of the parking garage. The light of the flashlight kissed the youth’s face, casting it in glowing radiance as his eyes danced across the fragments of skeleton, reading meaning from each slant of a tibia, from each crack in a skull.
lonely rattling bones laying half exposed in earth.
or
The inside thoughts inside of us that hold us together. Everything that keeps you together and holds you up.
“Quickly! Over in the drawer, give me the skeleton. I need it to complete the sacrifice. If this isn’t done before the high tide the goblins will start eating the leprechauns! Then the giants will start running like frightened little boys. And we don’t want that to happened, do we Jimmy?”
“No, sir,” Jimmy replied. His shaking hands causing the jaw bones to chatter.
The skeleton sits there, taunting me from the end of the driveway. What an odd thing to see as I drive down this lonely road. Where did you come from Mr. Skeleton? Why are you sitting there?
The skeleton was obviously fake. Why couldn’t anyone see that? People were trying to create a crime out of nothing. Fake drama over a Biology class prop.
skeletons. the interior of our being, what holds us together. The way God designed the body so perfectly he MUST be real…no evolution can do what he’s done.
I’ve never had any fascination towards skeletons. They are so wonderful inside are bodies and cute when they are animated but mostly when are skins rot, they remind us about our deaths. I do have wondered what a skeleton can do.
The skeleton swayed in the moonlight, it was alight with a florescent blaze that streamed in through the bedroom window. It was there for countless days, and no one had found it. Yet. Molly opened the door just a crack. This was it, her old friend Lucy’s bedroom. She took one look at the hanging skeleton and shrieked.
He moved silently along the rooftop, guns drawn. Nearby, the Doctor watched intently. “His skeleton upgrades were successful…good.” he murmured to himself…just as Six’s body crumpled in a heap, reinforced bones poking through the joints of his body at odd angles. “…”
It quietly lay behind the class. The teacher was obliviously teaching us about calcium and its deficiency, while I tried my best to take notes. I turned my head and peeked at it a few times. It still lay there to my relief, but I felt as if it was just pretending to.
skeleton you are my friend, but you are made of bone. but you have no body so why do you insist on wearing clothes? skeleton we have been friends for years, but you have brought me to tears and everyone thinks i’m weird. but i should have known that you wouldn’t be long because you’ve got me standing in an awkward position and no need for explanation and that’s why i’m letting go of you.
The skeleton hung, rather morbidly, in a corner of the room. Mr. DeLaney was notorious for claiming it was a “real” skeleton, although I was convinced the school would never allow him to keep a person in the school. I was still terrified of it, so when he brought it out today, I shrank back in my chair.
The skeleton was obviously fake. Why couldn’t anyone see that? People were trying to create a crime out of nothing. Fake drama over a Biology class prop.
Are we as humans, defined by our skeletons when we die. A lot can be defined by our skeletons, what we ate, how we treated our body, injuries. But can a skeleton define who we were, what we accomplished, Is a skeleton all you will leave behind when you die? or will it be something greater?
Skeleton. It’s the bare minimum. Of a body, a paper, a life. A skeleton is not a good thing. Some strive for it, falsely believing that less is more in these cases. A skeletal body has no definition, no strength…. no energy.
she was just a skeleton, no emotions or feelings or anything else. she was void of anything that made her seem even remotely human, nothing to keep her here nothing to ask for her mercy nothing to make her give it. she was just a skeleton of a person, her flesh and the rest of her, had wasted away leaving behind only the structure that had kept her functioning for as long as it did.
The skeleton in the closet came to the party. It danced and danced and we tried to stop the skeleton but it wouldn’t stop. It was making a fool of us all and the entire family was ashamed. So so ashamed. The skeleton in the closet just kept on dancing and every alcoholic drink in the room was drowned down his sickly throat.
White and marbled with age, brittle yet hard. Rough and smooth round the joints. Inside, hollow and cold. Once full of life and yet now, inanimate against the table. How and why is it here? How did it live once? The beauty of the errie frame lay stark against the black background.
The morning light shone brightly in on the deserted classroom. As the little girl walked in slowly, she thought, “why don’t we have class in here, rather than in our dra old classroom.” Soon enough, she found out why, as she opened the closet to grab the paint her teacher had sent her here for (she was the best in the class, after all), she screamed. There was a skeleton in the closet.
Would you fuck a skeleton? Sleep with one in your bed? No? Well then, why do magazines and designers all lead us to believe we women aspire to be waif like and skeleton thin. Most men i know would rather wrap their arms around a warm, curvy body than bones…how did we get where we are today society?
hohohaha….
i will kill you…
skeleton are the dead remains of human beings.
theywere used in horror films to scare people but now there more things ike exoskeleton being created that provides st
my bones are tired and i lay them to rest. they clank together drily as they roll into their places. what holds them together? hope. what resonates across the universe as they make their uncanny noises?
“You look like a skeleton,” Shiloh said. “A stick. It’s not pretty, Ava. It’s not.” I think she was jealous. I was always the bigger girl. Not fat, but bigger. After working on Dade’s farm all summer, mucking out stalls and rounding up goats, I slimmed down. Shiloh hated that.
We all have skeltons inside us, they hold up our bodies, protect our organs. Give humans shape. When it gets right down to it, people are not different at all. They are all exactly the same on the inside. Heart, Lungs, Liver, Stomach, Blood, Bones. If any of them failed any person would suffer.
She was a shell of her former self, a skeleton of the person she once one. Not visible to the naked eye because she was still as beautiful as she had always been but the spark of life inside her had long burned out. Life has a way of robbing you of your happiness, leaving behind vacant eyes and a hollow ring to your tone.
death. bones. desecated. buried deep. scary. halloween. pirates.
Everybody has a skeleton in their closet. It sometimes hurts and it’s very painful for many to accept in oneself and others. But as time goes by the skeleton becomes less and less relevant, because people aren’t about what wrongs and what they are ashamed of. But people are more about who they are inside… and who they let themselves to be. Whether they chose or not to grow from that
skeletons remind me of halloween! I don’t know why, but doctors or anatomy doesn’t really come to mind when I first see the word. I could think about how many bones are in our bodies, but I usually think of creepy things
A skeleton is the bone structure of a particular organism which is arranged in a specific way in order to allow the organism to move in the way it’s meant to. It also supports the organism, since bones are hard and strong.
well, in the tele series bones, the protagonist works with skeletons. looking at the skeleton one can figure out alot abt the person – the way he/she lived life, age, past experience etc.
the skeleton is also an essential requirement for the study of anatomy. for arts students, it is the skeleton and muscles that help them create humans from their imagination.
Skeleton, if taken metaphorical, can imply the basic structure on with establishments are based, not just the iorn and bricks, but the bosses and employeess too
After digging in the red clay to find the bag of money hidden years before, he came across a skeleton. The skeleton was headless but nonetheless in tact to reveal a human shape.
The skeleton was warm and red. I was used to people using the phrase “as dry as a bone” but bones, it seemed, are far from dry. They’re almost moist. Slimey in fact. And they don’t appear to be human. More could be written about the remains I had found but the group began to turn, as did my stomach.
The skeleton was strewn all over the front lawn. “Damn,” she said. “Now who the hell is going to help me clean this up?” He really needed to figure out that this was not the way to her heart. She let herself break into a little grin, though, nonetheless.
She had skeleton fingers, and a raspy voice. Her teeth, sharpened to a fine point by years of peanut brittle, matched the grip of her hands around my back. She clung to me, afraid I would leave her. I was afraid I would stay.
He was so thin you could see his soul. You could see which three ribs he broke as a child. You could see his pulse. This from ten paces. On a really bright day, at the right angle, you could see his organs and what he had for breakfast.
a skeleton has borders… that doesn’t make sense. Skeletons are for the mexican day ofthe dead, when people celebrate with the dead, instead of fear them. Skeletons are inside your closet when you have tons of secrets to keep.
The bones fell and scattered, bouncing across the concrete floor of the parking garage. The light of the flashlight kissed the youth’s face, casting it in glowing radiance as his eyes danced across the fragments of skeleton, reading meaning from each slant of a tibia, from each crack in a skull.
lonely rattling bones laying half exposed in earth.
or
The inside thoughts inside of us that hold us together. Everything that keeps you together and holds you up.
Small animal skeletons by the side of the railroad tracks. Forgotten to the world except for those of us who walk here.
“Quickly! Over in the drawer, give me the skeleton. I need it to complete the sacrifice. If this isn’t done before the high tide the goblins will start eating the leprechauns! Then the giants will start running like frightened little boys. And we don’t want that to happened, do we Jimmy?”
“No, sir,” Jimmy replied. His shaking hands causing the jaw bones to chatter.
The skeleton sits there, taunting me from the end of the driveway. What an odd thing to see as I drive down this lonely road. Where did you come from Mr. Skeleton? Why are you sitting there?
The skeleton was obviously fake. Why couldn’t anyone see that? People were trying to create a crime out of nothing. Fake drama over a Biology class prop.
a
skeletons. the interior of our being, what holds us together. The way God designed the body so perfectly he MUST be real…no evolution can do what he’s done.
I’ve never had any fascination towards skeletons. They are so wonderful inside are bodies and cute when they are animated but mostly when are skins rot, they remind us about our deaths. I do have wondered what a skeleton can do.
death, bones, grim reaper, zombies, halloween, science, health class, bones, doctors, ambulance, bodies, paleontology
The skeleton swayed in the moonlight, it was alight with a florescent blaze that streamed in through the bedroom window. It was there for countless days, and no one had found it. Yet. Molly opened the door just a crack. This was it, her old friend Lucy’s bedroom. She took one look at the hanging skeleton and shrieked.
He moved silently along the rooftop, guns drawn. Nearby, the Doctor watched intently. “His skeleton upgrades were successful…good.” he murmured to himself…just as Six’s body crumpled in a heap, reinforced bones poking through the joints of his body at odd angles. “…”
It quietly lay behind the class. The teacher was obliviously teaching us about calcium and its deficiency, while I tried my best to take notes. I turned my head and peeked at it a few times. It still lay there to my relief, but I felt as if it was just pretending to.
skeleton you are my friend, but you are made of bone. but you have no body so why do you insist on wearing clothes? skeleton we have been friends for years, but you have brought me to tears and everyone thinks i’m weird. but i should have known that you wouldn’t be long because you’ve got me standing in an awkward position and no need for explanation and that’s why i’m letting go of you.
The skeleton hung, rather morbidly, in a corner of the room. Mr. DeLaney was notorious for claiming it was a “real” skeleton, although I was convinced the school would never allow him to keep a person in the school. I was still terrified of it, so when he brought it out today, I shrank back in my chair.
The skeleton was obviously fake. Why couldn’t anyone see that? People were trying to create a crime out of nothing. Fake drama over a Biology class prop.
Are we as humans, defined by our skeletons when we die. A lot can be defined by our skeletons, what we ate, how we treated our body, injuries. But can a skeleton define who we were, what we accomplished, Is a skeleton all you will leave behind when you die? or will it be something greater?
Skeleton. It’s the bare minimum. Of a body, a paper, a life. A skeleton is not a good thing. Some strive for it, falsely believing that less is more in these cases. A skeletal body has no definition, no strength…. no energy.
she was just a skeleton, no emotions or feelings or anything else. she was void of anything that made her seem even remotely human, nothing to keep her here nothing to ask for her mercy nothing to make her give it. she was just a skeleton of a person, her flesh and the rest of her, had wasted away leaving behind only the structure that had kept her functioning for as long as it did.
The skeleton in the closet came to the party. It danced and danced and we tried to stop the skeleton but it wouldn’t stop. It was making a fool of us all and the entire family was ashamed. So so ashamed. The skeleton in the closet just kept on dancing and every alcoholic drink in the room was drowned down his sickly throat.
Is it Red or is it Bones? You know, Bones from Star Trek? Structure, power, strength, comedy. Skelton not skeleton!
White and marbled with age, brittle yet hard. Rough and smooth round the joints. Inside, hollow and cold. Once full of life and yet now, inanimate against the table. How and why is it here? How did it live once? The beauty of the errie frame lay stark against the black background.
The morning light shone brightly in on the deserted classroom. As the little girl walked in slowly, she thought, “why don’t we have class in here, rather than in our dra old classroom.” Soon enough, she found out why, as she opened the closet to grab the paint her teacher had sent her here for (she was the best in the class, after all), she screamed. There was a skeleton in the closet.
Would you fuck a skeleton? Sleep with one in your bed? No? Well then, why do magazines and designers all lead us to believe we women aspire to be waif like and skeleton thin. Most men i know would rather wrap their arms around a warm, curvy body than bones…how did we get where we are today society?
hohohaha….
i will kill you…
skeleton are the dead remains of human beings.
theywere used in horror films to scare people but now there more things ike exoskeleton being created that provides st
my bones are tired and i lay them to rest. they clank together drily as they roll into their places. what holds them together? hope. what resonates across the universe as they make their uncanny noises?
“You look like a skeleton,” Shiloh said. “A stick. It’s not pretty, Ava. It’s not.” I think she was jealous. I was always the bigger girl. Not fat, but bigger. After working on Dade’s farm all summer, mucking out stalls and rounding up goats, I slimmed down. Shiloh hated that.