The pool of red and brown liquid bubbled in the ditch. The few remaining bones in the middle of the depression gleamed dully in the fading light. “It’s a right mystery,” Sherif Atkins talked out of the side of his mouth as if he was afraid a fly would sneak in and take up residence inside. “There’s just no reasonable explanation for what would cause them to disintegrate like that.” He made the mistake of stepping too close to the shallow pool and his shoe began to sizzle, pop, and dissolve. “What the hell?” he cried as he ripped off his shoe and threw it across the road. “Well now, Sheriff,” M.E. Bryson donned rubber gloves and took forceps out of her case. “I’d say you’ve just walked into the most reasonable explanation of all – acid.”
Izolda
It all started with the pile of bones we accidentally uncovered in the basement. Summer renovations…such an innocuous concept…hard to believe it would lead to my first, and hopefully last, brush with the world we all venture into with our last breath.
When I think about bones I think about dinosaurs and archeology and ribs!
Nini
Bones, like a skeleton, a beautiful structure that unites everyone in the animal kingdom, even though they are all different and vary from creature to creature, it just makes us all something special. dont take them for granted, one day they might waste away!
Corey
Her bones felt like they had liquefied. She had never felt pain so incredible, so indescribable. She had never been in such terror than she was at that moment. Then she remembered who she was. where she was. And she knew she could never give up.
My bones are weary, aching, a mess. How did I think I could pull the weeds in the flower bed all by myself? My back is killing me, really, I think that sometimes. When I get up in the morning and I can’t move, or a swear that my back feels lika rusty hinge.
MM the Queen of English
bones bones bones. They are the things inside of us that hold us together, but in the grand scheme of things do they really matter. They are surely helpful for getting around but when you are hurting, when there is nothing else you can do about a situation and despair takes over only your willingness to continue living can ever hold you up.
Stefani
My grandson, Andrew, has taken to calling himself “Bad Bones”. We all think it is hilarious, but I certainly hope that this doesn’t follow him around for a lifetime! He is only 6 years old right now, and it sounds funny for a kid his age, but I want him to be known as really terrific kid, not as a hard ass!
Thats a tv show right? I heard its good, so hey I guess I gotta try new things. but i need to watch more Dr Who. that looks pretty rad bro. woo woo woo, you know it.
hold the body. strong, sturdy, many upon many. breakable, fragile with age. osteoporosis.drink milk get calcium. jon’s studying. never broken one. not bones: nose, ears. not bendable or malleable. moveable. connected to joints.
Chelsea
Bones are dusty. Old. Things that have been in existence since the first creatures roamed. They have stayed constant, yet are compared to dust. Perhaps in this world, we are the dust. The bones are the constants.
Abigail Kotlarz
These hollow bones are meant for more than what they settle for.
Destiny is etched into them perfectly.
They carry promises and legacies long written.
Singing a song of sweet longing, I hear them whisper through my skin.
Chaz
I took anatomy and physiology last year and learned that there are 262 bones in the human body. I once made up a song in the fourth grade listing all of the bones we had to memorize in the body and where they were located on our bodies. Bone marrow hurts to get that’s why you can get paid for it.
Bones lay on the ground in piles….smoke covers the landscape. Where am I? What’s going on? I don’t remember anything. What could have possibly happened. I check my pocket…cell phone is gone. I begin to look around to find a way out….a road? A house? Something has gone terribly wrong here.
I look to the horizon, the sun is just beginning to rise. I wonder where my companion is, wasn’t he just with me?
Caren McMannis
thats a tv show i think. ive never seen it, but hey im willing to try new things. still have to see Dr Who, that looks pretty rad. just got a text bro. woo woo woo.
tom larosa
skin, skulls!!!!!! body parts, blood, injuries
Kari
My bones were brittle. I was tired of the treatments; tired of the same old boring routine. No one understood the pain I was going through. They only told me how it would help me in the end; they never mentioned the fact that I’d wish I was dead until that time. Someone help me! I screamed it at the top of my lungs.
Samantha
Fire runs through my bones. He doesn’t know what he is talking about. How dare he. How dare he make such proclamations about her not once, but over and over and over again. My bones quiver. I feel the fire rising. He won’t be swayed,but only rages onward. I leave the room before they burst.
i cut a jagged line down the length of my spine, splitting open the flesh with blunt scissors and screams that echoed off the walls long after the fact.
but this was not after the fact.
you stroked my ribcage, filing through my organs with a quiet awe i thought suited your hollow cheekbones. you never sewed it close, dust and pollen gather in my chest cavity. i hemorrhage through linen white sundresses leaping in great circles.
they’re white. they offer structure and support while being so simple. not glamorous or attractive or classy. rustic. hard to the touch. but in the end, they’re what holds us together.
erin mcinerney
i wish i could all skin and bones. no extra fat to make me ugly.
The way that winter feels. The shaking of nervousness.
The aching I feel in my bones after a long run.
The fact that life is not eternal. We all have an expiration date, eventually.
The human thigh bone is harder than cement. Bones are the base of the body, where we display the movement from. They are the core. If we break them, we fall.
Haley Bollinger
My ex-best-friends dog.
A picture in my old history text of a medieval cemetary.
A mental picture of my Grandma Dodi spreading my uncle’s ashes.
…is a fantastic show. Drama, mystery, love, and a very hot David Boreanaz. I clearly can’t spell that name, but, man, I dream about him. I especially like the one when he’s in the tub with the beer hat on.
Christine
They are white and they make me think of death and things like halloween I do not like the word I think it sounds like it looks empty. It makes me feel sad and lonely to think of this world, like everyone is getting old and we all are going to have old bones.
Tasha
They hold me up, make my body strong. I defend them everyday with a simple elixir.
Autumn has brought with it a chill that goes right through me. I hate the cold and the way it makes me feel; just like when I’m suffering from anxiety at its worst. Frenzied, desperate to escape it into the world of warmth I find in my comfort clothes.
Dayle Morrison
i have bones in my body. there are a lot of bones. the strongest bone is the bone in my thigh. people dig up bones. dogs like to chew on bones. most the bones of my body are located in my feet. there is nothing to do when you break a bone in your toe. breaking fingers hurt.
sarah
Bones. The word alone can strike fear into peoples hearts because of it’s relation to death. People are scared to die especially those who have no idea where they are going. But for me, I am excited to get to spend eternity with my Savior after I die. So thankfully bones do not scare me
Conner
Broken,
pitted black,
weathered gray,
deep under,
damp earth,
dust to dust.
time lost,
forgotten,
remembered,
by a tear.
tim
arthritis
calcium
orthopedics
calcium
white
bone marrow
bones can break
skeleton
movie
book
aneeqa
They were everywhere, I shuddered, an eerie feeling crawling up my spine. Bones. They were surrounding me, suffocating me with their hard, cold surfaces. I screamed out for help, my only response the frigid echo of my own quivering voice.
Juli Jackson
She saw the bones sitting down below her. All she had wanted to do was play in the dirt, the sand for a few hours. She had no clue what she was really in for.
The bones were large, the smallest one seemed larger than her thigh bone. But who could tell? It was half buried in the ground anyway.
Ashley
Lost in the inner most secure place are the supports of your whole structure. You depend on them to keep you strong, to keep you moving. You think little of this, driving them down with work and ware. Keep your bones healthy and strong.
Caitlyn
Bones from dinosaurs help us to figure out the whole world, like litle puzzle peices. Small things to help humans get the big picture, you know? Without bones, we would be like jello. Eventually that’s all of us that is left, so it’s like our on little footprint in this huge planet
Ashley
“Really?” I half asked, half exclaimed. Peanut butter. Where was the peanut butter? Once again, my sister had called when I was in the wrong place, wrong time. Cheese and rice, where was the frickin’ peanut butter, I thought as I slammed the cuboard doors in frustration.
“Yes, really! I can’t believe it. Just can’t believe it.” Anna murmered. There was something in her voice that made me stop my frantic search. I had only been half listening, basing my good/bad opinion on the rise and fall of her voice.
“Wait..What?” I asked, this time curious and waiting for an answer.
“It’s true…they could see bone.” With that, my sister burst into loud, shakey sobs, leaving me mystafied. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time I thought with my hand stuck in the peanut butter jar.
The pool of red and brown liquid bubbled in the ditch. The few remaining bones in the middle of the depression gleamed dully in the fading light. “It’s a right mystery,” Sherif Atkins talked out of the side of his mouth as if he was afraid a fly would sneak in and take up residence inside. “There’s just no reasonable explanation for what would cause them to disintegrate like that.” He made the mistake of stepping too close to the shallow pool and his shoe began to sizzle, pop, and dissolve. “What the hell?” he cried as he ripped off his shoe and threw it across the road. “Well now, Sheriff,” M.E. Bryson donned rubber gloves and took forceps out of her case. “I’d say you’ve just walked into the most reasonable explanation of all – acid.”
It all started with the pile of bones we accidentally uncovered in the basement. Summer renovations…such an innocuous concept…hard to believe it would lead to my first, and hopefully last, brush with the world we all venture into with our last breath.
When I think about bones I think about dinosaurs and archeology and ribs!
Bones, like a skeleton, a beautiful structure that unites everyone in the animal kingdom, even though they are all different and vary from creature to creature, it just makes us all something special. dont take them for granted, one day they might waste away!
Her bones felt like they had liquefied. She had never felt pain so incredible, so indescribable. She had never been in such terror than she was at that moment. Then she remembered who she was. where she was. And she knew she could never give up.
My bones are weary, aching, a mess. How did I think I could pull the weeds in the flower bed all by myself? My back is killing me, really, I think that sometimes. When I get up in the morning and I can’t move, or a swear that my back feels lika rusty hinge.
bones bones bones. They are the things inside of us that hold us together, but in the grand scheme of things do they really matter. They are surely helpful for getting around but when you are hurting, when there is nothing else you can do about a situation and despair takes over only your willingness to continue living can ever hold you up.
My grandson, Andrew, has taken to calling himself “Bad Bones”. We all think it is hilarious, but I certainly hope that this doesn’t follow him around for a lifetime! He is only 6 years old right now, and it sounds funny for a kid his age, but I want him to be known as really terrific kid, not as a hard ass!
Thats a tv show right? I heard its good, so hey I guess I gotta try new things. but i need to watch more Dr Who. that looks pretty rad bro. woo woo woo, you know it.
hold the body. strong, sturdy, many upon many. breakable, fragile with age. osteoporosis.drink milk get calcium. jon’s studying. never broken one. not bones: nose, ears. not bendable or malleable. moveable. connected to joints.
Bones are dusty. Old. Things that have been in existence since the first creatures roamed. They have stayed constant, yet are compared to dust. Perhaps in this world, we are the dust. The bones are the constants.
These hollow bones are meant for more than what they settle for.
Destiny is etched into them perfectly.
They carry promises and legacies long written.
Singing a song of sweet longing, I hear them whisper through my skin.
I took anatomy and physiology last year and learned that there are 262 bones in the human body. I once made up a song in the fourth grade listing all of the bones we had to memorize in the body and where they were located on our bodies. Bone marrow hurts to get that’s why you can get paid for it.
Fractured
Bled
Calcified
Mend
Healed
Bones lay on the ground in piles….smoke covers the landscape. Where am I? What’s going on? I don’t remember anything. What could have possibly happened. I check my pocket…cell phone is gone. I begin to look around to find a way out….a road? A house? Something has gone terribly wrong here.
I look to the horizon, the sun is just beginning to rise. I wonder where my companion is, wasn’t he just with me?
thats a tv show i think. ive never seen it, but hey im willing to try new things. still have to see Dr Who, that looks pretty rad. just got a text bro. woo woo woo.
skin, skulls!!!!!! body parts, blood, injuries
My bones were brittle. I was tired of the treatments; tired of the same old boring routine. No one understood the pain I was going through. They only told me how it would help me in the end; they never mentioned the fact that I’d wish I was dead until that time. Someone help me! I screamed it at the top of my lungs.
Fire runs through my bones. He doesn’t know what he is talking about. How dare he. How dare he make such proclamations about her not once, but over and over and over again. My bones quiver. I feel the fire rising. He won’t be swayed,but only rages onward. I leave the room before they burst.
I feel the sensation deep to my bones.
i cut a jagged line down the length of my spine, splitting open the flesh with blunt scissors and screams that echoed off the walls long after the fact.
but this was not after the fact.
you stroked my ribcage, filing through my organs with a quiet awe i thought suited your hollow cheekbones. you never sewed it close, dust and pollen gather in my chest cavity. i hemorrhage through linen white sundresses leaping in great circles.
they’re white. they offer structure and support while being so simple. not glamorous or attractive or classy. rustic. hard to the touch. but in the end, they’re what holds us together.
i wish i could all skin and bones. no extra fat to make me ugly.
The way that winter feels. The shaking of nervousness.
The aching I feel in my bones after a long run.
The fact that life is not eternal. We all have an expiration date, eventually.
The human thigh bone is harder than cement. Bones are the base of the body, where we display the movement from. They are the core. If we break them, we fall.
My ex-best-friends dog.
A picture in my old history text of a medieval cemetary.
A mental picture of my Grandma Dodi spreading my uncle’s ashes.
skeleton
…is a fantastic show. Drama, mystery, love, and a very hot David Boreanaz. I clearly can’t spell that name, but, man, I dream about him. I especially like the one when he’s in the tub with the beer hat on.
They are white and they make me think of death and things like halloween I do not like the word I think it sounds like it looks empty. It makes me feel sad and lonely to think of this world, like everyone is getting old and we all are going to have old bones.
They hold me up, make my body strong. I defend them everyday with a simple elixir.
Autumn has brought with it a chill that goes right through me. I hate the cold and the way it makes me feel; just like when I’m suffering from anxiety at its worst. Frenzied, desperate to escape it into the world of warmth I find in my comfort clothes.
i have bones in my body. there are a lot of bones. the strongest bone is the bone in my thigh. people dig up bones. dogs like to chew on bones. most the bones of my body are located in my feet. there is nothing to do when you break a bone in your toe. breaking fingers hurt.
Bones. The word alone can strike fear into peoples hearts because of it’s relation to death. People are scared to die especially those who have no idea where they are going. But for me, I am excited to get to spend eternity with my Savior after I die. So thankfully bones do not scare me
Broken,
pitted black,
weathered gray,
deep under,
damp earth,
dust to dust.
time lost,
forgotten,
remembered,
by a tear.
arthritis
calcium
orthopedics
calcium
white
bone marrow
bones can break
skeleton
movie
book
They were everywhere, I shuddered, an eerie feeling crawling up my spine. Bones. They were surrounding me, suffocating me with their hard, cold surfaces. I screamed out for help, my only response the frigid echo of my own quivering voice.
She saw the bones sitting down below her. All she had wanted to do was play in the dirt, the sand for a few hours. She had no clue what she was really in for.
The bones were large, the smallest one seemed larger than her thigh bone. But who could tell? It was half buried in the ground anyway.
Lost in the inner most secure place are the supports of your whole structure. You depend on them to keep you strong, to keep you moving. You think little of this, driving them down with work and ware. Keep your bones healthy and strong.
Bones from dinosaurs help us to figure out the whole world, like litle puzzle peices. Small things to help humans get the big picture, you know? Without bones, we would be like jello. Eventually that’s all of us that is left, so it’s like our on little footprint in this huge planet
“Really?” I half asked, half exclaimed. Peanut butter. Where was the peanut butter? Once again, my sister had called when I was in the wrong place, wrong time. Cheese and rice, where was the frickin’ peanut butter, I thought as I slammed the cuboard doors in frustration.
“Yes, really! I can’t believe it. Just can’t believe it.” Anna murmered. There was something in her voice that made me stop my frantic search. I had only been half listening, basing my good/bad opinion on the rise and fall of her voice.
“Wait..What?” I asked, this time curious and waiting for an answer.
“It’s true…they could see bone.” With that, my sister burst into loud, shakey sobs, leaving me mystafied. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time I thought with my hand stuck in the peanut butter jar.