Comments on: velvet

By: Luke

Luke — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:22:51 +0000

Her skin was like velvet, spread evenly over her entire body. It was such a beauty, that it paralyzed me as I looked at her. She was simply breathtaking.

By: Mary

Mary — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:21:51 +0000

A horse. An Elvis tapestry blowing in the wind. Cheap but costly. Grandmother’s living room sofa in a musty old house.

By: Luke

Luke — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:21:43 +0000

Her skin was as smoothj as velvet. It spread evenly over her entire body, in such a way that paralyzed me in her beauty. I was simply stunned.

By: carol

carol — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:18:09 +0000

What an old word. Velvet. Red, burgund, soft, sophisticated.

By: april93

april93 — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:13:55 +0000

The faded red velvet curtains framed the old glass window at my grandmother’s house. The smelled of must and dust. Hanging heavily to the floor they were fifty years old.

By: Laura B.

Laura B. — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:13:14 +0000

Red velvet cake. Velvety smooth ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Black velvet dresses at Christmas time and how I have never wanted to wear one. The drapes in Gone with the Wind. Thick, lustrous, deep, dark. Velvet.

By: monkey

monkey — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 14:11:36 +0000

The velvet cloth caressed her hand as she passed through the isle, causing her to turn around. It wasn’t what she was looking for, but the best things never were.

By: Scubydum

Scubydum — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 13:45:52 +0000

Alannah Myles was laying over the jukebox. It was the strangest feeling, as if I had been here before. Then I saw her walk by. My Julia. I hadn’t seen her in over six years. The main reason being that she was dead. She drowned off of the coast of Maine when she was on a boating vacation with her family. By the time she died, we had been dating for two years.
She looks so young. How was she here? Where the hell was I? Why does the calendar read ’1991′?

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 13:33:41 +0000

Not again, velvet appears, mocking me with its soft and cushy sound, its loft, its luxurious canvas.

By: caroline

caroline — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 13:16:31 +0000

I always tell people that my name rhymes with “gasoline” but my mother thinks I should say “velveteen” – this comes, of course, from the kids’ storybook “The Velveteen Rabbit.”