Her voice haunts me. It calls me, beckoning like the lighthouse she said her last goodbye on, beckoning to come forward into safe ocean eyes. I can only hope someone else can hear her some day, calling from the ocean floor for someone else to join her. If not, I’ll just have to get a little closer to hear a little clearer the thrashing and silence that defined her, though now the echo shall come from within myself rather than my mind.
the surf and ponder sand of Siesta beach is beckoning….and I have to go to work!
star
Scott was beckoning toward me, holding a bottle of warm champagne in his other hand. I knew it was warm because it was already open and half-empty, and the sun slipped across our shoulders like grease and left us stained with ultra-violet rays and perspiration. I walked toward his car and awkwardly opened the door to the passenger’s side.
“You been drinking, dude?”
He hiccuped and laughed. “Why, you a cop? Gonna cuff me?”
“Maybe.”
Belinda Roddie
He was beckoing me to climb over the fence. I hesitated as the barbed wire wa
He called her to the bed and with a beckoning finger he asked her what she would like. She sat there, astounded. All the while she thought about what could have happened, or what would have, had she not come to this foreign place with this Italian. But you live and you learn don’t you? And what’s the point of life if you don’t take some risks.
Hannah
The night came quickly… after such a long stressful day the stars were beckoning me to come and join them. Flicker flicker flicker, I was lost, finally escaped from this world and not turning back. Good bye past, hello new beginning.
The forest is calling to me, beckoning me to enter into it’s shadowed hold. How can i refuse it. They say the forest only chooses those who have something great in store. Before i know what is happening, i’m stepping into the dappled shade under the green canopy of leaves.
i don’t even know what this word means but i think of deep oceans and whales calling each other. Into the abyss of the ocean dark blue cold endless pit of nothingness calling our names. Waiting for us to swim down down down to complete blackness ice cold nothing where everything is simple.
Hannah
He looked out through the bushes, silently beckoning her to come to him. It was so frustrating! He had been looking after her her entire life, and finally, when it was time for her to come home, he couldn’t get her attention.
Leah
Come here. Come forth Ford’s me you’d ONE. Never give up your soul to the demons. Your presents is beckoning.
The souls beckons for either an inspiration or an end to meet. Isn’t it strange how our bodies are bent on keeping us alive but then they seem to rush us towards the end as well. What fickle things we are.
the young girl stood in the shadows, seemingly beckoning them to follow her. They did not have the courage to move, there was an ethereal light surrounding the girl and she did not seem benevolent. Did they dare follow her trail?
creepepper
He was beckoning me from across the room. I lifted up my skirts, smiling coyly and saying goodbye to the girls I was talking about. Now was the time. Everyone would see us dancing, and they would be in awe. At least, that was the plan. Something didn’t seem right, and I stumbled, only to be held up by someone else.
There was the water, shimmering in the late afternoon light, it’s depths hidden behind the reflections on the surface. It called to me, beckoning, and I answered, leaving gravity and the heat of the day behind, slicing through the surface to the bottomless below.
To actually see his eyes on me was relaxing. He hadn’t forgotten me, or pushed me away. I always over think when it comes to Nathan; only because I love him so much.
They’re calling out to me. I need to escape this place. It’s no longer safe, not since all those laws were passed. Where is a child like me supposed to go? There’s nowhere to run.
he beckoned me over to him. I walked to the edge and stopped. the war was over. thousands had lost their lives, strewen across the field of now red grass, for what? an empty title only to be fought over again in about 30 years. disgusted, I turned around and walked the other away. Free at last
Anna
the cursor is beckoning me, winking its purpose to write my life and time into words, deathless prose that will live on while I do not. Thanks be to God for giving me a gift of gab and a gift of write, a vocabulary gleaned from a voracious appetite for reading.
P J Colando
I can see you beckoning me to come join you. I stand here, my feet stuck to the ground. You become increasingly impatient, a wave of irritation coming across your face. But I don’t care. I’m not moving. Go on. I’m not following you.
The girl beckoned to the dog; “pretty please, come with me?”. The dog wouldn’t budge. He sat, still, tail wagging. This was the best game ever as far as he was concerned. In a moment, the dog knew the girl would ask again. This time, the dog would run in the opposite direction, making the game last just a little longer.
Amanda Fleischbein
Robyn brushed Andy’s hair back away from his ear as if beckoning for him to hear her whispers.
The perfectly planted rows of trees are beckoning, calling to me with their utter neatness.
I am not a neat person; in fact, quite the opposite. Everything I own is disorganized, madness. Even inside my own head, I find no peace.
That is why the perfect, beautiful plants call to me. The branches wave in the wind as though beckoning me closer, and it is amazingly dangerous for me to wish.
Catherine
She beckoned to him from the balcony, her auburn hair a tumble of light over her shoulder. He couldn’t believe the beauty of her, the sheer effervescence of her presence. He walked slowly toward the door, eyes locked on her, loathe for even a moment to step out of her presence. She watched him back and a slight smile curled the corners of her lips – he was hers.
There’s a call that comes in the night in her dreams. It’s beckoning her to leave behind everything and everyone she’s ever known. She finds it hard to resist, hard to find the courage to block it out. It’s easy to not listen when you’re awake, hard to ignore when you’re asleep. You have no control over your ears then. It reverberates deep in her chest and finds voice in her unconsciousness.
He stands and waits an etheral specter always present.
And while the ferryman has his duty, he is always aware, and We will ne’er fade from his sight. As he stands, at the river, beckoning.
mae
I can hear the good life beckoning to me in a clear, loud inviting voice. I am prepared to do what it takes to answer the call.
The pressures of life were beckoning on me. Everything, I have finally in this moment grown up. I realize things wont fall into place unless I move them towards a destination. My life as of now is at a stand still while the world around me is spinning fast. I loose time. I will never get that minute back, and what did I do in that minute? I complained about something I could have solved.
Minahil Siddiqui
The sea was beckoning to me, as if it knew me. I had never known Him as the sea, only as the rain.
Rachel
she’s beckoning from the corner of space and time and it’s all I can do not to follow her, like the will-o-the-wisp, because I know she’s got nothing for me but a broken promise time after eon after days after weeks after time, and the last thing I can think is why, why, why couldn’t I stop myself, and yet I know I never will.
The woods were beckoning me to draw closer, closer and closer into their shadows further and further from the group. I took one last glance back as they continued on their merry way seemingly oblivious to my wanderings. I ran.
G
The marquee flickered into life, beckoning patrons to the tall glass doors. Inside, a myriad of wonders awaited, but like all things wonderful, there was danger present as well. Strange things hide in the shadows cast by the brightest lights.
Dave Bessom
The futuure does it, so does your great aunt when you have done something that you shouldn’t have. Or at least that she thinks you shouldn’t have. Beckoning might be a positive thing – being beckoned at in the passive, anyway, but mostly, it feels more threatening in a mild sort of way. At least you can ignore the call and look the other way. Somehow that crooked finger haunts you though.
Bunty
A strong feeling of going somewhere or to something. It’s nearly impossible to escape. You cannot get over it and eventually give in to the feeling.
Dana
Life is beckoning to me, drawing me to joy and sorrow . . . and death is beckoning as well, silently shadowing every day as I walkploddance through the twilight of my life . . .
Sheila
beckoning? I am not even exactly sure what that word means to be honest. Beckoning. Calling. Begging for help or attention. Everyone beckons for something. I used to beckon for happiness, but now I think I’m different. This summer has changed me. Now I simply beckon for wholeness.
Her voice haunts me. It calls me, beckoning like the lighthouse she said her last goodbye on, beckoning to come forward into safe ocean eyes. I can only hope someone else can hear her some day, calling from the ocean floor for someone else to join her. If not, I’ll just have to get a little closer to hear a little clearer the thrashing and silence that defined her, though now the echo shall come from within myself rather than my mind.
Oh dey beckoning. The gods dey beckoning to me. What of it? What does it mean? Oh dey are tellin me dat I should not relent. But waht of it!?
I began beckoning within my mind the memories that pertained of him, that reminded me why I was here fighting. They never did come.
smiling, beckoning, promising
i turned my back and walked away
afraid
frowning, yearning, crying
i wander endlessly
unfulfilled
the surf and ponder sand of Siesta beach is beckoning….and I have to go to work!
Scott was beckoning toward me, holding a bottle of warm champagne in his other hand. I knew it was warm because it was already open and half-empty, and the sun slipped across our shoulders like grease and left us stained with ultra-violet rays and perspiration. I walked toward his car and awkwardly opened the door to the passenger’s side.
“You been drinking, dude?”
He hiccuped and laughed. “Why, you a cop? Gonna cuff me?”
“Maybe.”
He was beckoing me to climb over the fence. I hesitated as the barbed wire wa
He called her to the bed and with a beckoning finger he asked her what she would like. She sat there, astounded. All the while she thought about what could have happened, or what would have, had she not come to this foreign place with this Italian. But you live and you learn don’t you? And what’s the point of life if you don’t take some risks.
The night came quickly… after such a long stressful day the stars were beckoning me to come and join them. Flicker flicker flicker, I was lost, finally escaped from this world and not turning back. Good bye past, hello new beginning.
My failure as a friend is beckoning.
The forest is calling to me, beckoning me to enter into it’s shadowed hold. How can i refuse it. They say the forest only chooses those who have something great in store. Before i know what is happening, i’m stepping into the dappled shade under the green canopy of leaves.
i don’t even know what this word means but i think of deep oceans and whales calling each other. Into the abyss of the ocean dark blue cold endless pit of nothingness calling our names. Waiting for us to swim down down down to complete blackness ice cold nothing where everything is simple.
He looked out through the bushes, silently beckoning her to come to him. It was so frustrating! He had been looking after her her entire life, and finally, when it was time for her to come home, he couldn’t get her attention.
Come here. Come forth Ford’s me you’d ONE. Never give up your soul to the demons. Your presents is beckoning.
The souls beckons for either an inspiration or an end to meet. Isn’t it strange how our bodies are bent on keeping us alive but then they seem to rush us towards the end as well. What fickle things we are.
the young girl stood in the shadows, seemingly beckoning them to follow her. They did not have the courage to move, there was an ethereal light surrounding the girl and she did not seem benevolent. Did they dare follow her trail?
He was beckoning me from across the room. I lifted up my skirts, smiling coyly and saying goodbye to the girls I was talking about. Now was the time. Everyone would see us dancing, and they would be in awe. At least, that was the plan. Something didn’t seem right, and I stumbled, only to be held up by someone else.
There was the water, shimmering in the late afternoon light, it’s depths hidden behind the reflections on the surface. It called to me, beckoning, and I answered, leaving gravity and the heat of the day behind, slicing through the surface to the bottomless below.
To actually see his eyes on me was relaxing. He hadn’t forgotten me, or pushed me away. I always over think when it comes to Nathan; only because I love him so much.
They’re calling out to me. I need to escape this place. It’s no longer safe, not since all those laws were passed. Where is a child like me supposed to go? There’s nowhere to run.
he beckoned me over to him. I walked to the edge and stopped. the war was over. thousands had lost their lives, strewen across the field of now red grass, for what? an empty title only to be fought over again in about 30 years. disgusted, I turned around and walked the other away. Free at last
the cursor is beckoning me, winking its purpose to write my life and time into words, deathless prose that will live on while I do not. Thanks be to God for giving me a gift of gab and a gift of write, a vocabulary gleaned from a voracious appetite for reading.
I can see you beckoning me to come join you. I stand here, my feet stuck to the ground. You become increasingly impatient, a wave of irritation coming across your face. But I don’t care. I’m not moving. Go on. I’m not following you.
They are always beckoning, but i will never come.
The girl beckoned to the dog; “pretty please, come with me?”. The dog wouldn’t budge. He sat, still, tail wagging. This was the best game ever as far as he was concerned. In a moment, the dog knew the girl would ask again. This time, the dog would run in the opposite direction, making the game last just a little longer.
Robyn brushed Andy’s hair back away from his ear as if beckoning for him to hear her whispers.
The perfectly planted rows of trees are beckoning, calling to me with their utter neatness.
I am not a neat person; in fact, quite the opposite. Everything I own is disorganized, madness. Even inside my own head, I find no peace.
That is why the perfect, beautiful plants call to me. The branches wave in the wind as though beckoning me closer, and it is amazingly dangerous for me to wish.
She beckoned to him from the balcony, her auburn hair a tumble of light over her shoulder. He couldn’t believe the beauty of her, the sheer effervescence of her presence. He walked slowly toward the door, eyes locked on her, loathe for even a moment to step out of her presence. She watched him back and a slight smile curled the corners of her lips – he was hers.
There’s a call that comes in the night in her dreams. It’s beckoning her to leave behind everything and everyone she’s ever known. She finds it hard to resist, hard to find the courage to block it out. It’s easy to not listen when you’re awake, hard to ignore when you’re asleep. You have no control over your ears then. It reverberates deep in her chest and finds voice in her unconsciousness.
He stands and waits an etheral specter always present.
And while the ferryman has his duty, he is always aware, and We will ne’er fade from his sight. As he stands, at the river, beckoning.
I can hear the good life beckoning to me in a clear, loud inviting voice. I am prepared to do what it takes to answer the call.
The pressures of life were beckoning on me. Everything, I have finally in this moment grown up. I realize things wont fall into place unless I move them towards a destination. My life as of now is at a stand still while the world around me is spinning fast. I loose time. I will never get that minute back, and what did I do in that minute? I complained about something I could have solved.
The sea was beckoning to me, as if it knew me. I had never known Him as the sea, only as the rain.
she’s beckoning from the corner of space and time and it’s all I can do not to follow her, like the will-o-the-wisp, because I know she’s got nothing for me but a broken promise time after eon after days after weeks after time, and the last thing I can think is why, why, why couldn’t I stop myself, and yet I know I never will.
The woods were beckoning me to draw closer, closer and closer into their shadows further and further from the group. I took one last glance back as they continued on their merry way seemingly oblivious to my wanderings. I ran.
The marquee flickered into life, beckoning patrons to the tall glass doors. Inside, a myriad of wonders awaited, but like all things wonderful, there was danger present as well. Strange things hide in the shadows cast by the brightest lights.
The futuure does it, so does your great aunt when you have done something that you shouldn’t have. Or at least that she thinks you shouldn’t have. Beckoning might be a positive thing – being beckoned at in the passive, anyway, but mostly, it feels more threatening in a mild sort of way. At least you can ignore the call and look the other way. Somehow that crooked finger haunts you though.
A strong feeling of going somewhere or to something. It’s nearly impossible to escape. You cannot get over it and eventually give in to the feeling.
Life is beckoning to me, drawing me to joy and sorrow . . . and death is beckoning as well, silently shadowing every day as I walkploddance through the twilight of my life . . .
beckoning? I am not even exactly sure what that word means to be honest. Beckoning. Calling. Begging for help or attention. Everyone beckons for something. I used to beckon for happiness, but now I think I’m different. This summer has changed me. Now I simply beckon for wholeness.