i was bitten by love and it bit my heart to pieces, all i think about is how im going to put back together without letting it happen again.
Gaby
Once bitten by a love bug, now I’m starting to feel its poison. That devious little monster is just a fantastical phantasm. It hides underneath the guise of another, preying on its victims with ease and grace. Leaving all our hearts broken, in disgrace.
The snake stared at me calmly, as if it hadn’t just bitten me moments before. I couldn’t fathom why it hadn’t attacked again. I tried to hold it’s unblinking gaze, but my vision was getting fuzzy. Maybe if I just laid my head down to rest for a moment it’d go away. As everything went black I realized why the snake hadn’t bitten me again. It knew I was already dead.
DreamerGirl
all sharp nails and sharper teeth, a hurricane of blades eager to be blooded. the taste on their tongue dances like fire, but they can’t stop, not yet, not until the sun rises.
Once you are bitten by the writing bug, you can’t stop.
Words pour out of you morning and night.
You can’t stop. You laugh, you cry.
The alphabet comes alive.
Robin
Sin was a foreign concept to Angel…or at least it used to be before she was bitten. The demon’s eyes had glowed with a sick kind of triumph as he sank his razor sharp fangs into her arm. The wound that resulted refused to heal; it was a greenish-purple in color and oozed evil. The venom that had entered Angel’s bloodstream from the demon’s teeth murdered her innocence and strangled her beauty. Jealousy, selfishness, hatred…Angel felt them all for the first time, the sudden attack of her soul leaving her breathless…and utterly defenseless against the evil consuming her. Her eyes, once full of kindness and forgiveness, darkened with bitterness. Her hands clenched into fists and her usual smile was replaced with a merciless smirk. Angel was an angel no longer.
Melanie
I knew that it would happen. It always did. It’s always been a cycle, but I continue to let myself fall under the same routines, month after month, heartbreak after heartbreak, time that’s faded in the back of my mind, and instead I was bitten. Back stabbed. It just came back to haunt me. There’s nothing I can do anymore. I can’t let go, but it comes back it bites me in the ass. I know it’s going to happen, but from each similar experience, there’s always something new I learn. New perspectives, new outlooks on certain situations, and I will just take it all in.
C
There’s not one single thing in this house of horror that I could give to you that would be whole, that would be without a piece missing. It’s as if everything has been bitten.
When one takes it upon them self to be a jackass and one bites them in response causing them to be bitten. Moral of the story… don’t be a jackass.
Rayne
By a person? Never. By a cat? Of course. I love her anyway, though; how could you not love a cat? She’s been taught by an inexperienced mother, a tween at least, but she hasn’t grown up too bad. I didn’t know before if I would miss her when she will die, but now I think I know I will.
Well
I was bitten by a vampire.g ghghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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For a second, I stood there watching the dog, growling, right at my face. I couldn’t move, for I was frozen with fear. Suddenly, from a distance, I see a man. Holding a gun ready to shoot, he screams, “Back Away!” I couldn’t. I couldn’t at all. The dog was my friend, yet my enemy. What would I do? What should I do?
Lawrence
Well. when I was little, i wanted to pet my dog SO bad, and so then, i tried to touch him while he was eating and so he accidently bit my finger and so I started crying. My mom rushed me into our house and we put so alchohol ( the medicine ) and put bandaids on it. In fact, I actually got bit by a shark once. It was a minor shark. It was called the tiger shark. It bit me and I started bleeding. So then, I got rushed to the hospital and I found out I broke my arm. Those are probably the only two times I got bitten besides when I got bitten by my evil cousin.. he was wanting the YoYo back and like, I wouldn’t give it back, so I decided I wouldn’t give it back and he got mad and he started yelling at me from the top of his screaming lungs, and so he bit my neck and I finally gave it back.
I was bitten by a snake. It pooped on my clothes. Then I brutally murdered its family LOLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
THen a a rat pooped on itself. BOOBS
jacob s
for there i stood, looking off into the distance unaware of the scenery around me. something was wrong, the are chilled me to the bone, as if it had bitten me. i can;t explain the turmoil that i feel and the lack of control. it’s as if you were to drop from the world and into a jail cell with endless possibilities. lost is the cruel word that i would use to explain what i’m feeling. i can’t hold, i can’t touch, i can’t love, i can’t express. i’m just there; being…what? i’m not sure, but i don’t enjoy the feeling or the situation. sometimes i don’t want to love, but right now, i’m longing for it. i need to love and the touch of her. the closeness of them. the compassion that they provide. i can’t let go but that’s not my goal anymore, it’s to survive this crash and this hellacious feeling of lack of control. another drink would simply lead me further down the rabbit’s hole, cascading with thoughts and dreams, all real and blasphemous at the same time.
nathan anderson
That’s pretty sweet. Never heard of this site before. Is it operable? Dudeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Nope
I was bitten. You bit me. The burning pain flooded my body, I don’t understand why you did it. I just don’t, because your words bite.
I’ve been bitten
By your love, and your ways
The way you say my name
My love for you
Is like a huge wave
It can never run away
Heather
The dog bit me.
Lahey
He was bitten so badly he couldn’t move. As he lay there, covered in wet soil as the rain sprinkled on the jungle around him, he was losing motivation. It was as if he could see the car about to slam into him and just had no reason to swerve. He was growing tired, weary, and no longer cared. He had given up.
Lauren
1. To cut, grip, or tear with or as if with the teeth.
2.
a. To pierce the skin of with the teeth, fangs, or mouthparts.
b. To sting with a stinger.
3. To cut into with or as if with a sharp instrument: The ax bit the log deeply.
4. To grip, grab, or seize: bald treads that couldn’t bite the icy road; bitten by a sudden desire to travel.
5. To eat into; corrode.
6. To cause to sting or be painful: cold that bites the skin; a conscience bitten by remorse.
v.intr.
1. To grip, cut into, or injure something with or as if with the teeth.
2. To have a stinging effect.
3. To have a sharp taste.
4. To take or swallow bait.
5. To be taken in by a ploy or deception: tried to sell the Brooklyn Bridge, but no one bit.
6. Vulgar Slang To be highly disagreeable or annoying.
n.
1. The act of biting.
2. A skin wound or puncture produced by an animal’s teeth or mouthparts: the bite of an insect.
3.
a. A stinging or smarting sensation.
b. An incisive, penetrating quality: the bite of satire.
4. An amount removed by or as if by an act of biting: Rezoning took a bite out of the town’s residential area.
5. An excerpt or fragment taken from something larger, such as a film.
6.
a. An amount of food taken into the mouth at one time; a mouthful.
b. Informal A light meal or snack.
7. The act or an instance of taking bait: fished all day without a bite; an ad that got a few bites but no final sales.
8.
a. A secure grip or hold applied by a tool or machine upon a working surface.
b. The part of a tool or machine that presses against and maintains a firm hold on a working surface.
9. Dentistry The angle at which the upper and lower teeth meet; occlusion.
10. The corrosive action of acid upon an etcher’s metal plate.
11. Slang An amount of money appropriated or withheld: trying to avoid the tax bite.
Angel Weatherall
The searing pain was worse than what I had experienced in my entire life i wish it would be over. I blacked out but before I did I felt the dogs gnawing on my hip.
me now why i dont know yes of course you are crazy bananas motherfucker how dare you your insane i wish i had one i really dont care die
now just stop it already o please you stop it why are we having this conversation o really, why why why. i guess im done now.
kilianonline
“I’m dying!”
“You’re not dying.”
I was cradling her in my arms, grasping at her wrist with feeble fingers. The two large puncture wounds from the now dead rattlesnake were already beginning to turn purple.
“I’m going to die!” she wailed, the tears beginning to swell up the backs of her eyes.
I clung to her and buried my face in her hair, waiting for help.
Belinda Roddie
my penis was bitten by a wild raccoon while camping with some friends. the doctors cant sew it back on. and i injured my rotator cuff. fml.
penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis vagina. my 7th grade social studies teacher is pre menopause. biggest bitch ever. same with my language teacher. ofwgktadgaf golf wang.
Sean Patrick Whitaker
He looked at the wound on his arm, the blood oozing out of the two teeth-sized incisions. Of course, these were not teeth bites, but part of a medical procedure, but Rueben looked at them with pride. His first shots, and he could tell all his friends he was bitten by a vampire.
Kaila
He bit her neck, just enough to draw blood without the fear of it scarring. She moaned underneath him and curled her fingers into his. Back arched, sweat dripping, bodies rocking together, he bit her and she moaned.
Her bitten red lips
Look more tempting than any snake
Favored apple as cliche and worn as
It sounds. The white of her skin is
That of a thousand stories’s description
Of snow and lovely purity,
And the black of her hair is blacker than coal or night
Or raven’s wings.
I was once bitten by a spider. It had carefully crafted its web over my bed just the day before. The spider was big and it was a navy blue color. It was beautiful really.
ouch! I know you love me that much, but you have to control your strenght when we’re having sex. It jurts sometimes, you know? But still… I love that kind of stuff.
caio
I was bitten by the most terrible thing. Hearbreak. I’ve been bitten many times, and you’d think that I’d know the signs or would at least be prepared to revolutionize myself in some way to ward off the threat. It’s just that when people are telling me one thing, I tend to believe it. Chad Stone broke my heart this time. I thought we were recociling our relationship, but he started sleeping with someone else during the process.
Robert
(it’s okay,
i don’t-
i don’t need–
kisses
from anyone.)
i don’t have much
confidence in anything.
my lips are always swollen, bitten
bloody
to the gums of my teeth.
healing does not last
gripping the torn edges of my skin
cut clean and merciless and with
no reason at all.
(it’s okay,
i like
the quiet-
i lick my wounds
alone.)
I was bitten at the age of five. From then on things became…interesting. I never quite knew when I would ‘go away’ at any given moment. Things would seem perfectly alright and then the next thing I know I would wake up in another town, with another name, living with people who I couldn’t remember. It was unsettling to say the least, but it’s true when they say you can get used to anything. I didn’t even realize how ODD it all was until I met her.
He had bitten her. He left a mark, and it would make her skin imperfect. That f—ing dog! Now, now, now, now he won’t like me, he’ll see think I look messed up, oh god no-
As he dragged his foot away from the blackish grey mass on the floor, strings of matter came with it. He felt a wave of disgust as he realized that it was some kind of blood. And just as he realized this he looked at the wooden railing of the bed, which he could see had been severely bitten.
i was bitten by love and it bit my heart to pieces, all i think about is how im going to put back together without letting it happen again.
Once bitten by a love bug, now I’m starting to feel its poison. That devious little monster is just a fantastical phantasm. It hides underneath the guise of another, preying on its victims with ease and grace. Leaving all our hearts broken, in disgrace.
The snake stared at me calmly, as if it hadn’t just bitten me moments before. I couldn’t fathom why it hadn’t attacked again. I tried to hold it’s unblinking gaze, but my vision was getting fuzzy. Maybe if I just laid my head down to rest for a moment it’d go away. As everything went black I realized why the snake hadn’t bitten me again. It knew I was already dead.
all sharp nails and sharper teeth, a hurricane of blades eager to be blooded. the taste on their tongue dances like fire, but they can’t stop, not yet, not until the sun rises.
Once you are bitten by the writing bug, you can’t stop.
Words pour out of you morning and night.
You can’t stop. You laugh, you cry.
The alphabet comes alive.
Sin was a foreign concept to Angel…or at least it used to be before she was bitten. The demon’s eyes had glowed with a sick kind of triumph as he sank his razor sharp fangs into her arm. The wound that resulted refused to heal; it was a greenish-purple in color and oozed evil. The venom that had entered Angel’s bloodstream from the demon’s teeth murdered her innocence and strangled her beauty. Jealousy, selfishness, hatred…Angel felt them all for the first time, the sudden attack of her soul leaving her breathless…and utterly defenseless against the evil consuming her. Her eyes, once full of kindness and forgiveness, darkened with bitterness. Her hands clenched into fists and her usual smile was replaced with a merciless smirk. Angel was an angel no longer.
I knew that it would happen. It always did. It’s always been a cycle, but I continue to let myself fall under the same routines, month after month, heartbreak after heartbreak, time that’s faded in the back of my mind, and instead I was bitten. Back stabbed. It just came back to haunt me. There’s nothing I can do anymore. I can’t let go, but it comes back it bites me in the ass. I know it’s going to happen, but from each similar experience, there’s always something new I learn. New perspectives, new outlooks on certain situations, and I will just take it all in.
There’s not one single thing in this house of horror that I could give to you that would be whole, that would be without a piece missing. It’s as if everything has been bitten.
When one takes it upon them self to be a jackass and one bites them in response causing them to be bitten. Moral of the story… don’t be a jackass.
By a person? Never. By a cat? Of course. I love her anyway, though; how could you not love a cat? She’s been taught by an inexperienced mother, a tween at least, but she hasn’t grown up too bad. I didn’t know before if I would miss her when she will die, but now I think I know I will.
I was bitten by a vampire.g ghghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
For a second, I stood there watching the dog, growling, right at my face. I couldn’t move, for I was frozen with fear. Suddenly, from a distance, I see a man. Holding a gun ready to shoot, he screams, “Back Away!” I couldn’t. I couldn’t at all. The dog was my friend, yet my enemy. What would I do? What should I do?
Well. when I was little, i wanted to pet my dog SO bad, and so then, i tried to touch him while he was eating and so he accidently bit my finger and so I started crying. My mom rushed me into our house and we put so alchohol ( the medicine ) and put bandaids on it. In fact, I actually got bit by a shark once. It was a minor shark. It was called the tiger shark. It bit me and I started bleeding. So then, I got rushed to the hospital and I found out I broke my arm. Those are probably the only two times I got bitten besides when I got bitten by my evil cousin.. he was wanting the YoYo back and like, I wouldn’t give it back, so I decided I wouldn’t give it back and he got mad and he started yelling at me from the top of his screaming lungs, and so he bit my neck and I finally gave it back.
Hurt. Betrayed, poisonous. Forever broken. Bitterness. Alone. Hurting, annoyance, dismay. Hatred, burdened. Ridden with fear.
I was bitten by a snake. It pooped on my clothes. Then I brutally murdered its family LOLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
THen a a rat pooped on itself. BOOBS
for there i stood, looking off into the distance unaware of the scenery around me. something was wrong, the are chilled me to the bone, as if it had bitten me. i can;t explain the turmoil that i feel and the lack of control. it’s as if you were to drop from the world and into a jail cell with endless possibilities. lost is the cruel word that i would use to explain what i’m feeling. i can’t hold, i can’t touch, i can’t love, i can’t express. i’m just there; being…what? i’m not sure, but i don’t enjoy the feeling or the situation. sometimes i don’t want to love, but right now, i’m longing for it. i need to love and the touch of her. the closeness of them. the compassion that they provide. i can’t let go but that’s not my goal anymore, it’s to survive this crash and this hellacious feeling of lack of control. another drink would simply lead me further down the rabbit’s hole, cascading with thoughts and dreams, all real and blasphemous at the same time.
That’s pretty sweet. Never heard of this site before. Is it operable? Dudeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I was bitten. You bit me. The burning pain flooded my body, I don’t understand why you did it. I just don’t, because your words bite.
I’ve been bitten
By your love, and your ways
The way you say my name
My love for you
Is like a huge wave
It can never run away
The dog bit me.
He was bitten so badly he couldn’t move. As he lay there, covered in wet soil as the rain sprinkled on the jungle around him, he was losing motivation. It was as if he could see the car about to slam into him and just had no reason to swerve. He was growing tired, weary, and no longer cared. He had given up.
1. To cut, grip, or tear with or as if with the teeth.
2.
a. To pierce the skin of with the teeth, fangs, or mouthparts.
b. To sting with a stinger.
3. To cut into with or as if with a sharp instrument: The ax bit the log deeply.
4. To grip, grab, or seize: bald treads that couldn’t bite the icy road; bitten by a sudden desire to travel.
5. To eat into; corrode.
6. To cause to sting or be painful: cold that bites the skin; a conscience bitten by remorse.
v.intr.
1. To grip, cut into, or injure something with or as if with the teeth.
2. To have a stinging effect.
3. To have a sharp taste.
4. To take or swallow bait.
5. To be taken in by a ploy or deception: tried to sell the Brooklyn Bridge, but no one bit.
6. Vulgar Slang To be highly disagreeable or annoying.
n.
1. The act of biting.
2. A skin wound or puncture produced by an animal’s teeth or mouthparts: the bite of an insect.
3.
a. A stinging or smarting sensation.
b. An incisive, penetrating quality: the bite of satire.
4. An amount removed by or as if by an act of biting: Rezoning took a bite out of the town’s residential area.
5. An excerpt or fragment taken from something larger, such as a film.
6.
a. An amount of food taken into the mouth at one time; a mouthful.
b. Informal A light meal or snack.
7. The act or an instance of taking bait: fished all day without a bite; an ad that got a few bites but no final sales.
8.
a. A secure grip or hold applied by a tool or machine upon a working surface.
b. The part of a tool or machine that presses against and maintains a firm hold on a working surface.
9. Dentistry The angle at which the upper and lower teeth meet; occlusion.
10. The corrosive action of acid upon an etcher’s metal plate.
11. Slang An amount of money appropriated or withheld: trying to avoid the tax bite.
The searing pain was worse than what I had experienced in my entire life i wish it would be over. I blacked out but before I did I felt the dogs gnawing on my hip.
me now why i dont know yes of course you are crazy bananas motherfucker how dare you your insane i wish i had one i really dont care die
now just stop it already o please you stop it why are we having this conversation o really, why why why. i guess im done now.
“I’m dying!”
“You’re not dying.”
I was cradling her in my arms, grasping at her wrist with feeble fingers. The two large puncture wounds from the now dead rattlesnake were already beginning to turn purple.
“I’m going to die!” she wailed, the tears beginning to swell up the backs of her eyes.
I clung to her and buried my face in her hair, waiting for help.
my penis was bitten by a wild raccoon while camping with some friends. the doctors cant sew it back on. and i injured my rotator cuff. fml.
penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis penis vagina. my 7th grade social studies teacher is pre menopause. biggest bitch ever. same with my language teacher. ofwgktadgaf golf wang.
He looked at the wound on his arm, the blood oozing out of the two teeth-sized incisions. Of course, these were not teeth bites, but part of a medical procedure, but Rueben looked at them with pride. His first shots, and he could tell all his friends he was bitten by a vampire.
He bit her neck, just enough to draw blood without the fear of it scarring. She moaned underneath him and curled her fingers into his. Back arched, sweat dripping, bodies rocking together, he bit her and she moaned.
it harts I feels bad.it leavs a mark
Her bitten red lips
Look more tempting than any snake
Favored apple as cliche and worn as
It sounds. The white of her skin is
That of a thousand stories’s description
Of snow and lovely purity,
And the black of her hair is blacker than coal or night
Or raven’s wings.
I was once bitten by a spider. It had carefully crafted its web over my bed just the day before. The spider was big and it was a navy blue color. It was beautiful really.
ouch! I know you love me that much, but you have to control your strenght when we’re having sex. It jurts sometimes, you know? But still… I love that kind of stuff.
I was bitten by the most terrible thing. Hearbreak. I’ve been bitten many times, and you’d think that I’d know the signs or would at least be prepared to revolutionize myself in some way to ward off the threat. It’s just that when people are telling me one thing, I tend to believe it. Chad Stone broke my heart this time. I thought we were recociling our relationship, but he started sleeping with someone else during the process.
(it’s okay,
i don’t-
i don’t need–
kisses
from anyone.)
i don’t have much
confidence in anything.
my lips are always swollen, bitten
bloody
to the gums of my teeth.
healing does not last
gripping the torn edges of my skin
cut clean and merciless and with
no reason at all.
(it’s okay,
i like
the quiet-
i lick my wounds
alone.)
I was bitten at the age of five. From then on things became…interesting. I never quite knew when I would ‘go away’ at any given moment. Things would seem perfectly alright and then the next thing I know I would wake up in another town, with another name, living with people who I couldn’t remember. It was unsettling to say the least, but it’s true when they say you can get used to anything. I didn’t even realize how ODD it all was until I met her.
He had bitten her. He left a mark, and it would make her skin imperfect. That f—ing dog! Now, now, now, now he won’t like me, he’ll see think I look messed up, oh god no-
We’ve been bitten by the things he’s written.
Within the twelve years that the Doctor had disappeared from Amelia’s life, she had bitten all four of her psychiatrists.
“You know, sweetie,” the psychiatrist would say, “the Raggedy Doctor isn’t real.”
That was when she bit them.
“Amelia Jessica Pond, you get back here and apologize!” Aunt Sharon would yell after Amelia. She never did apologize.
i’ve been bitten by the love bug,
it’s venom runs through my veins,
my heart beat has changed,
it pulses to your name.
As he dragged his foot away from the blackish grey mass on the floor, strings of matter came with it. He felt a wave of disgust as he realized that it was some kind of blood. And just as he realized this he looked at the wooden railing of the bed, which he could see had been severely bitten.