Tim normally hated the pointless little arts and crafts pieces the keepers put on the companions, too many people in such a cramped place– and then nobody actually gave half a damn about what they were actually making or how it looked. But here he was, making a little plastic bracelet with even littler plastic beads of various colors.
it is a beautiful thing that shines in the day and at night with the sun and wth the moon everyman thinks that he need to buy this to his wife but he doesnt need to he just need to tell her how much he loves her and
rotem
wearing a piece of art, reflecting every time i look at my wrists. it’s what’s on the inside that counts. copper and gold and wood. memorabilia. tokens from all over the world that i carry with me.
Rachelle Boudry
He can’t forgive her for what she did. It is not a big deal but she still violated his intentions. It was meant for her wrist. Not her stupid cat. The cat is a dealbreaker anyway. I mean, who wants to date a lady who cares more about her cat than her boy?
tanned orange
I love bracelets they are my favorite only because they come in many different colors and I would love the gold colors and I love the diamond kind too where can you get it you may ask at any jewelry store you want just find it and buy it now go
Salil
For valeitins day I bought my mom a bracelet. She loves wearing things around her wrist. I think she like the colors of the bracelet.
Ashley Cocuzza
i am wearing one right now I got it at a market it brings lots of memories back and you rarely see me without it I don’t wear much other jewelry except this
Rowan
When Abraham’s servant had met Rebekah he gave her a nose ring, earrings, and a costly bracelet. When she went to show it to her father and brother, they were pleased.
Christine S.Cone
She had a very small wrist and when he measured her with his fingers they overlapped and he knew just what size bracelet he needed to buy her.
I see it hanging around your wrist, dangling limp like my hair in your absence. I miss you. I wonder if I’ll ever see you put in on again, the way you do in the mornings when you forget your glasses on my bedside table. I wonder if there will be a last time, if there was a last time, if I’m going to ever not see you again, not see your face next to me when I wake up in the morning, that bracelet on the wrist draped over my waist.I don’t know how to deal with the inevitability of your absence. I don’t know how to process that you will be gone from me, that maybe you already are in a way that I cannot reclaim. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. The words lose all meaning in my mind, they keep replaying over and over, I cannot stop hearing them echoing around in there, I miss you.
I see it hanging around your wrist, dangling limp like my hair in your absence. I miss you. I wonder if I’ll ever see you put in on again, the way you do in the mornings when you forget your glasses on my bedside table. I wonder if there will be a last time, if there was a last time, if I’m going to ever not see you again, not see your face next to me when I wake up in the morning, that bracelet on the wrist draped over my waist.
The bracelet was dainty and silver. A cracked wooden heart charm hung from it. It was simply beautiful. It had meaning behind it, Erick could tell. But what. Why did this girl wear it all the time, like it was a life line? He had never seen her without it. He wanted to ask about it but wasn’t sure how. Sally must have caught him looking at it because she fingered it and said, “It’s from my parents. It keeps them with me while I am so far away.”
The walls of my house
are so thick I feel
nothing at all,
but I wear my heart
like a little red bracelet,
and I skin my knees
every time I try to
l-o-v-e.
It’s hard to recognize, too,
when I spell love as a
l-a-c-k o-f s-e-l-f,
and the hyenas cackle
inside of eardrums
when I laugh
and speak the truth
(for once).
i have a shiny bracelet on my right arm. I paid 20 dollars for my bracelet. One time I lost my bracelet but I was lucky enough to find it in lost and found. My bracelet fell off when I lost it because it had a broken clasp. I almost cried when I lost it because I got my bracelet for Christmas
Jess
he made me a bracelet today. it had charms and flashy beads, i love the the bracelet he made me today. It is a little big, does he think i have fat wrists? i don’t care, i love the bracelet he made me today.
Kami
There was a light shining through a window, and a gleam of solid gold. She slept breathlessly, and all I could see was the gold. Not the gold in her heart, but that bracelet peaking out from under the covers.
i have a bracelet, well i have two. ones from a friend and the others from a dude. the first one i picked up right off of the floor. but really its the second one i embrace that i hold
Her bracelet dangled delicately from her wrist- the glare of the lowest hanging charm caught his eye. Her wrists were so eloquent, it was all he could do not to kiss them. She would never know- the love he held for her. That charm, was the symbolism of that undying yearning.
When I was a kid, we used to have these plastic charm bracelets and necklaces. My sisters and I would always try and find charms that were the coolest or ones that expressed parts of our personality. For some reason, my sister Sarah always seemed to have the funnest ones. Charms with buttons, or charms that had some movement to them. I loved those.
Speaking of charm bracelets, I’ve wanted one for some time.
Ella gave me the bracelet the first time we became friends. She didn’t know its contents: the magic within the bracelet…It had been been years since she had been given the bracelet. Nine years to be exact. Ella had passed away eight and a half years ago. She had committed suicide for the things I had done to betray her. But today, all of that was about to change. The bracelet glowed radiation-green on my wrist. It hummed with energy. I got out the Book and read a excerpt. Today, the Undead was going to be unleashed. Ella might be there, ready to consume me. The bracelet on my wrist had consumed me the day Ella died. If the bracelet broke, I was a goner. The Undead didn’t have a weakness, at least none that I knew of. But then the woods came in view. I broke the bracelet at the opening of the woods, my life starting to drain away. But the Undead would soon be unleashed. I waited as the Earth started to end, also as my life started to end…
She could barely focus on the conversation, let alone really taste the food. She ate slowly, and drank her water carefully to conceal her anxiety. The restaurant was top notch, the ambiance was perfect. He threw her a sly smile and reached into his jacket. This was it. He pulled a long
black velvet box from his pocket, and her heart dropped.
I like bracelets, I have very many.
I wear them on my skinny wrists,
shining,
like stars.
I have some from all the places I have been,
maybe someday,
I will go back
and add another
to make it a pair.
I like bracelets,
they brighten up,
the cold,
dark,
world.
We used to a bracelets made out of friendships, and now we have friendships made out of bracelets. I don’t want your things. Don’t you know that true treasure lies in you?
hi there, this seems very interesting. What will happen when I stop writing after 60 secs. Any magical moments? curious to see what is in store.
Oh i can write a lot of things in 60 secs.
test
That is my bracelet
Olga
It is something you put on your wrist as decoration. They recently found some historic bracelets that showed that young children inherited the power and wealth of their parents. This is quite an interesting thing because we don’t really know much about children of the past, as they weren’t very prominent. That is all.
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karla denisse
I held out my wrist with the bracelet on it and he looked at it and realized immediately. Didn’t take much brains, did it. Didn’t take much insecurity, did it. Sterling silver. Sapphire. Saber-toothed tigers. Power and move-on.
Ella Emma Em
I was nervous to give it to her.
I was in 8th grade and it was my first ever girlfriend.
She looked down at it. “I love it” she said.
Then I got my first ever kiss.
There was something about the weight of that piece of jewelry that had become so familiar. It’s funny, how a simple object can grow to represent so much. Before, it was just a hunk of metal, but now, the rusted silver charm bracelet that clung to her wrist meant so much more. How did things get like this?
Nina
I do not wear too many bracelets, being a male. Not that there is anything wrong with men wearing bracelets, I just dress conservatively. They typically are gold and silver, or handmade from some charitable organization.
Matt Rush
She took the case out of the safety deposit box and placed it on the table. The small padlock was shining like new, protected by the air conditioned environment of the bank vault. The key, however, was rusted and dirty, after spending sixty years on a bracelet that her father had given her as a child, promising that one day it would reveal to her what had really happened to her mother.
tonykeyesjapan
The bracelet was passed between children like a secret, a symbol of status. Nancy had it first; the girls said she had gotten it from her rich great-grandmother, or the ex-soldier farmhand, or a great wizard. Whoever it was who gave it to her, she decided she didn’t want it and passed it along to Tom, who eventually gave it to Milly, and she gave it to John, and he gave it to Sarah.
I made a bracelet for someone whom I admire. It wasn’t really beautiful but I like the feeling that it was dedicated to him. even though he doesn’t know I exist, I love seeing his name in that bracelet I made.
The Name is Anon
She wore a bracelet on each arm, both seeming to be woven from leather, with stark Celtic knot patterns. I could see a serpentine tattoo coil up to her shoulder, encircling her left elbow like a strange god’s desperate grip. As she carried in another bale of hay, I had to idle my tractor and watch her. She was more than just a farm girl. She was a farm queen.
Belinda Roddie
“Everything in my life has always been a mess because of you, Jane!” Adia yelled. “I’ve never been able to be myself because you always babied me. Told me what to eat, who to talk to, who to like and dislike. You enjoy it, don’t you? You love having full control over everything, including me! Don’t you?!”
Silence.
“But the second I start spending time with your precious Jake, you freak out. You couldn’t bear the thought of that, could you? Your lifelong crush not liking you back. You KNEW he loved me. But instead of wanting me to be happy, for US to be happy, you married him to keep him away from me.”
Jane still said nothing. The room was silent, save for the water dripping from the leaky faucet. She fiddled aimlessly with the bracelet on her wrist, unwilling to meet Adia’s gaze. She was a horrible person, and she knew it.
Tim normally hated the pointless little arts and crafts pieces the keepers put on the companions, too many people in such a cramped place– and then nobody actually gave half a damn about what they were actually making or how it looked. But here he was, making a little plastic bracelet with even littler plastic beads of various colors.
it is a beautiful thing that shines in the day and at night with the sun and wth the moon everyman thinks that he need to buy this to his wife but he doesnt need to he just need to tell her how much he loves her and
wearing a piece of art, reflecting every time i look at my wrists. it’s what’s on the inside that counts. copper and gold and wood. memorabilia. tokens from all over the world that i carry with me.
He can’t forgive her for what she did. It is not a big deal but she still violated his intentions. It was meant for her wrist. Not her stupid cat. The cat is a dealbreaker anyway. I mean, who wants to date a lady who cares more about her cat than her boy?
I love bracelets they are my favorite only because they come in many different colors and I would love the gold colors and I love the diamond kind too where can you get it you may ask at any jewelry store you want just find it and buy it now go
For valeitins day I bought my mom a bracelet. She loves wearing things around her wrist. I think she like the colors of the bracelet.
i am wearing one right now I got it at a market it brings lots of memories back and you rarely see me without it I don’t wear much other jewelry except this
When Abraham’s servant had met Rebekah he gave her a nose ring, earrings, and a costly bracelet. When she went to show it to her father and brother, they were pleased.
She had a very small wrist and when he measured her with his fingers they overlapped and he knew just what size bracelet he needed to buy her.
I see it hanging around your wrist, dangling limp like my hair in your absence. I miss you. I wonder if I’ll ever see you put in on again, the way you do in the mornings when you forget your glasses on my bedside table. I wonder if there will be a last time, if there was a last time, if I’m going to ever not see you again, not see your face next to me when I wake up in the morning, that bracelet on the wrist draped over my waist.I don’t know how to deal with the inevitability of your absence. I don’t know how to process that you will be gone from me, that maybe you already are in a way that I cannot reclaim. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. The words lose all meaning in my mind, they keep replaying over and over, I cannot stop hearing them echoing around in there, I miss you.
I see it hanging around your wrist, dangling limp like my hair in your absence. I miss you. I wonder if I’ll ever see you put in on again, the way you do in the mornings when you forget your glasses on my bedside table. I wonder if there will be a last time, if there was a last time, if I’m going to ever not see you again, not see your face next to me when I wake up in the morning, that bracelet on the wrist draped over my waist.
I don’t think I will ever wear a bracelet. It’s not my style, realy to wear any jewelery. It’s just me.
The bracelet was dainty and silver. A cracked wooden heart charm hung from it. It was simply beautiful. It had meaning behind it, Erick could tell. But what. Why did this girl wear it all the time, like it was a life line? He had never seen her without it. He wanted to ask about it but wasn’t sure how. Sally must have caught him looking at it because she fingered it and said, “It’s from my parents. It keeps them with me while I am so far away.”
The bracelet was lost at the store. We went to look for it and saw it under the shelf.
I’ve been wearing this bracelet since the moment I met her. The day she offered me her lunch, I knew that we were made to be there for each other.
The walls of my house
are so thick I feel
nothing at all,
but I wear my heart
like a little red bracelet,
and I skin my knees
every time I try to
l-o-v-e.
It’s hard to recognize, too,
when I spell love as a
l-a-c-k o-f s-e-l-f,
and the hyenas cackle
inside of eardrums
when I laugh
and speak the truth
(for once).
i have a shiny bracelet on my right arm. I paid 20 dollars for my bracelet. One time I lost my bracelet but I was lucky enough to find it in lost and found. My bracelet fell off when I lost it because it had a broken clasp. I almost cried when I lost it because I got my bracelet for Christmas
he made me a bracelet today. it had charms and flashy beads, i love the the bracelet he made me today. It is a little big, does he think i have fat wrists? i don’t care, i love the bracelet he made me today.
There was a light shining through a window, and a gleam of solid gold. She slept breathlessly, and all I could see was the gold. Not the gold in her heart, but that bracelet peaking out from under the covers.
i have a bracelet, well i have two. ones from a friend and the others from a dude. the first one i picked up right off of the floor. but really its the second one i embrace that i hold
Her bracelet dangled delicately from her wrist- the glare of the lowest hanging charm caught his eye. Her wrists were so eloquent, it was all he could do not to kiss them. She would never know- the love he held for her. That charm, was the symbolism of that undying yearning.
When I was a kid, we used to have these plastic charm bracelets and necklaces. My sisters and I would always try and find charms that were the coolest or ones that expressed parts of our personality. For some reason, my sister Sarah always seemed to have the funnest ones. Charms with buttons, or charms that had some movement to them. I loved those.
Speaking of charm bracelets, I’ve wanted one for some time.
Ella gave me the bracelet the first time we became friends. She didn’t know its contents: the magic within the bracelet…It had been been years since she had been given the bracelet. Nine years to be exact. Ella had passed away eight and a half years ago. She had committed suicide for the things I had done to betray her. But today, all of that was about to change. The bracelet glowed radiation-green on my wrist. It hummed with energy. I got out the Book and read a excerpt. Today, the Undead was going to be unleashed. Ella might be there, ready to consume me. The bracelet on my wrist had consumed me the day Ella died. If the bracelet broke, I was a goner. The Undead didn’t have a weakness, at least none that I knew of. But then the woods came in view. I broke the bracelet at the opening of the woods, my life starting to drain away. But the Undead would soon be unleashed. I waited as the Earth started to end, also as my life started to end…
She could barely focus on the conversation, let alone really taste the food. She ate slowly, and drank her water carefully to conceal her anxiety. The restaurant was top notch, the ambiance was perfect. He threw her a sly smile and reached into his jacket. This was it. He pulled a long
black velvet box from his pocket, and her heart dropped.
I like bracelets, I have very many.
I wear them on my skinny wrists,
shining,
like stars.
I have some from all the places I have been,
maybe someday,
I will go back
and add another
to make it a pair.
I like bracelets,
they brighten up,
the cold,
dark,
world.
Just a little bit.
We used to a bracelets made out of friendships, and now we have friendships made out of bracelets. I don’t want your things. Don’t you know that true treasure lies in you?
hi there, this seems very interesting. What will happen when I stop writing after 60 secs. Any magical moments? curious to see what is in store.
Oh i can write a lot of things in 60 secs.
That is my bracelet
It is something you put on your wrist as decoration. They recently found some historic bracelets that showed that young children inherited the power and wealth of their parents. This is quite an interesting thing because we don’t really know much about children of the past, as they weren’t very prominent. That is all.
arm hand friendship relationship charms luck faith belief religion motivation candii rave
I held out my wrist with the bracelet on it and he looked at it and realized immediately. Didn’t take much brains, did it. Didn’t take much insecurity, did it. Sterling silver. Sapphire. Saber-toothed tigers. Power and move-on.
I was nervous to give it to her.
I was in 8th grade and it was my first ever girlfriend.
She looked down at it. “I love it” she said.
Then I got my first ever kiss.
That woman is now my wife.
I gave her a bracelet…
she looked down at it.
She said “I thought it was going to be a ring…”
I
There was something about the weight of that piece of jewelry that had become so familiar. It’s funny, how a simple object can grow to represent so much. Before, it was just a hunk of metal, but now, the rusted silver charm bracelet that clung to her wrist meant so much more. How did things get like this?
I do not wear too many bracelets, being a male. Not that there is anything wrong with men wearing bracelets, I just dress conservatively. They typically are gold and silver, or handmade from some charitable organization.
She took the case out of the safety deposit box and placed it on the table. The small padlock was shining like new, protected by the air conditioned environment of the bank vault. The key, however, was rusted and dirty, after spending sixty years on a bracelet that her father had given her as a child, promising that one day it would reveal to her what had really happened to her mother.
The bracelet was passed between children like a secret, a symbol of status. Nancy had it first; the girls said she had gotten it from her rich great-grandmother, or the ex-soldier farmhand, or a great wizard. Whoever it was who gave it to her, she decided she didn’t want it and passed it along to Tom, who eventually gave it to Milly, and she gave it to John, and he gave it to Sarah.
I made a bracelet for someone whom I admire. It wasn’t really beautiful but I like the feeling that it was dedicated to him. even though he doesn’t know I exist, I love seeing his name in that bracelet I made.
She wore a bracelet on each arm, both seeming to be woven from leather, with stark Celtic knot patterns. I could see a serpentine tattoo coil up to her shoulder, encircling her left elbow like a strange god’s desperate grip. As she carried in another bale of hay, I had to idle my tractor and watch her. She was more than just a farm girl. She was a farm queen.
“Everything in my life has always been a mess because of you, Jane!” Adia yelled. “I’ve never been able to be myself because you always babied me. Told me what to eat, who to talk to, who to like and dislike. You enjoy it, don’t you? You love having full control over everything, including me! Don’t you?!”
Silence.
“But the second I start spending time with your precious Jake, you freak out. You couldn’t bear the thought of that, could you? Your lifelong crush not liking you back. You KNEW he loved me. But instead of wanting me to be happy, for US to be happy, you married him to keep him away from me.”
Jane still said nothing. The room was silent, save for the water dripping from the leaky faucet. She fiddled aimlessly with the bracelet on her wrist, unwilling to meet Adia’s gaze. She was a horrible person, and she knew it.