Last night I braided my hair. My hair is very straight, very brown, and very beautiful (or so I’ve been told). My friends have been begging me to braid it for weeks, and I finally gave in! So last night, after dinner, I sat down with my little sister and we braided each other’s hair together! It was so much fun! We had a great time, and now we’re gonna get into a routine of braiding each other’s hair every wednesday night!
Ryan
The lonely woman braided her hair, making sure every strand was in place, this was her time, her moment, to shine. With her hair looking like silk, she walked out into the brisk night.
Sara Rose
I ran my fingers through her silky hair, envious.
“Everything alright?” She asked, her voice light and feminine. I responded by beginning to braid her hair, my envy growing.
Yeah, so braids. I have taken to wearing braids recently, because they make my hair easier to deal with. When I wear a braid and then take it out, my hair is still curly but more manageable than otherwise. They have this staid, respectable look, but I’m not really shooting for that when I wear one. It’s just a temporary state in order to make my hair curly but not messy. Like many things in life, braids are a means to an end. Like Stuyvesant is a means to a good college is a means to happiness?
Elena
Braid or braiding has a long history as a method of hair styling. Origins of the “braid” rooted on the African Continent, found its way back to today’s hair fads… Long, short, extension braids render a powerful statement of ease, beauty, and efficiency of todays hair wonders.
braid. a braid. braids. two braids… yet they say it’s about the brains, not the braids. For me it something more than that. It shows prestine-ness. Its not a word. But oh well. You get my flow. I prefer braids over the standard of relaxed hair.
Kemi
something you do to hair…many varieties…single braid…french braid…using 4 strands or more. It makes a simply hairstyle look elegant.
It’s also something done to rope to make it stronger.
Jodie
hair braids – they remind me of being a small child and sitting on the floor infront of my mother while she plaited my hair for school.
I miss those times, when the biggest worry was who you sat next to in ‘literacy’ and the only thing that could hurt you was a skimmed knee.
kim morgan
Tightly wound
conceals me inside
beauty
falls down
twisted
keeps me together
but lets me be free
wound up and up
asking to be let down
to fall apart
to go wild
to be freed
from its poised position
sarah
braiding my hair with my sister and being sisterly. reminds me of going to the square dance in 6th grade and braiding my hair to look more southern. reminds me of my childhood. wishing i wore braids more often. reminds me of hipster people on tumblr with braids and pretending to be cool
Charlotte
Her braid swung to the rhythm of her steps. It moved in the breeze. It swung low and heavy, right to left. Left to right. It was never still.
Emily
Her braid hung thickly down her back, weighing her down. A testament of the past, of time slowly dragging her down in his hold.
long brown twisted, intricate and flowing regal a sign of power and wealth, taught by Isis the goddess herself
Miranda
Reina’s braids. Reina’s braids. Reina’s braids. at’s all anyone could talk about sinece the Christmas dance. It wasn’t as if they were glowing or sparkly or interesting for that matter. They were just plain and brown.
Apparently, braids wee the new thing. Everyone was wearing them, well, everyone except the boys and me, of course. I wasn’t going to be dragged into Reina’s latest trend. \i’d learned tthat last year, in Grade 8.Somethings were just not meant for everybody.
i love to wear them but i somehow always feel they make me look like a milkmaid, but still, i feel like a kid when i braid my hair which is a cool feeling to have, especially,say, on a monday morning…
H
braiding hair, little girls, fashion,beaches,free,wind against your face, innocence.
He twisted time
made a braid of seconds
slipped minutes into mazes
cascaded hours down chasms
until the days were broken
the cord stretched to splitting
This is the second time that this site has given me the same word two days in a row. What gives? It’d be OK if it were a good word, but “braid” is kind of lame…
The braid lay flat on my back. My mother had done it for me this morning. Normally, I would have done and hair would be already slipping out. BUt today was special. Today was the Ceremony.
Amelia R.
A long braid of grass descended from her hands, still moving quickly, intricately weaving the green shoots together. Her hands were pale and fingers long and thin. She was intent upon her work, her own hair (brown) was hanging down her back, a constant reminder that she was to be forever braiding.
Izzi
i don’t know anything about braid. all i know that it looks pretty when some cute girls do her hair like that. i mean, especially when they use bow to tie it all up.
Her long hair had always been her most prized possession. A long thick braid, slightly untidy and frizzled. Or red waves down her back. But now it all lay on the ground and she felt as if someone had stolen from her.
Jolly
when we’re teenagers, we think our lives are intertwined
braided, like the cornsilk row that cascaded down her back when she was small
she distractedly touches her now shorn hair
and wipes the tears from her eyes
and waits
She flipped her hair about, trying to figure out what she would do. A simple pony tail wouldn’t work today, no, she decided she would do a braid. Of course, she had just learned how, so it came out an utter failure, leaving her hair in multiple knots. She put on her hat and walked to school, afraid of when the teachers would tell her to take it off.
Jessica Luker
the braids of her hair were like river flowing down a hill of rocks and boulders. flowers placed in nooks of hair here and there. she looked in the mirror. she was absolutely gorgeous, the true belle of the ball tonight
Jillian
Innocence,
The perfect years of childhood.
You were the only one I wanted to brush my hair,
because you had magic hands.
You’d let me sit on your lap as you’d twist strands of damp hair into braids
Ooh, the innocence of childhood.
Julia
Into her hair, the ribbons weaved, rainbow colors competing with the lustrous beauty of golden blonde locks. He stopped braiding, holding the half-completed pleat in one hand, to run a finger along a particularly bright streak of white-gold.
amlynn
The only thing i can think of is the trinity. Times three. Maiden mother and crone.. always moving in loops. Dna strands. Perfection. Twisting and turning. Weaving fate.
Raven
fishtails move inward instead of the normal flowing criss crossed pattern. We want to be swimming when we are just walking through life. Diving ahead moving forward towards the end where all the split ends lay.
Melanie
A braid–bread? Hair? Actually how about a braid of events, all interdependent upon each other. Different events coming into focus. Or perhaps a braid of relationships? Or contexts? (home, work) Or roles in life (parent, worker, sibling)
I like to braid my children’s hair. It’s so pretty with all the highlights and it doesn’t get in their faces. My sister used to French braid my hair and she was so rough with me. I think she didn’t want to braid my hair so she really pulled on it.
Katie
When I was little I used to wish I had long hair so I could have one long braid down my back. Then people could swing and play games with it and it could be like my own little tail. My sister gets freaked out by long braids though because she says they look dead. Like a dead rat thing on your back. Oh well
Megan
I am just trying to find my entry on the word “braid” because I really loved it. It felt powerful…
I hate this. Every time my mom puts a braid in my hair I have a headache for hours. I wish I could wear my hair down like all my friends do. My mom says it’s shameful to not put a braid in my hair…hair is a woman’s pride.
Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where shattered heartifacts lay,
stabbing the ground of my past.
Her braids swished behind her as she swung. I pushed her further, higher and I heard young-girl giggles. I wasn’t used to this. I had never heard her laugh.
Em
As she braided her sister’s hair, she admired the long brown waves that fell past her sister’s shoulder blades. She always wanted hair that long. She touched her sister’s hair gingerly, tears pooling to her eyes as she reached up and touched her own hairless head.
“Is everything okay?” her sister asked. She nodded and wiped her tears away, picking up the ends of her sister’s hair to continue braiding.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
Lindsey
Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where artifacts of shattered hearts
stab the ground of my past.
I always braid my hair at night, I know that seems old fashioned, but I swear that is the reason why it has stayed so healthy and has grown as long as it has.
Aye, B, come raid this place with me. Stacks and stacks of money and gold. Please, don’t fold, on this opportunity, swell.
Last night I braided my hair. My hair is very straight, very brown, and very beautiful (or so I’ve been told). My friends have been begging me to braid it for weeks, and I finally gave in! So last night, after dinner, I sat down with my little sister and we braided each other’s hair together! It was so much fun! We had a great time, and now we’re gonna get into a routine of braiding each other’s hair every wednesday night!
The lonely woman braided her hair, making sure every strand was in place, this was her time, her moment, to shine. With her hair looking like silk, she walked out into the brisk night.
I ran my fingers through her silky hair, envious.
“Everything alright?” She asked, her voice light and feminine. I responded by beginning to braid her hair, my envy growing.
She was beautiful.
What was I?
I tugged harshly.
Yeah, so braids. I have taken to wearing braids recently, because they make my hair easier to deal with. When I wear a braid and then take it out, my hair is still curly but more manageable than otherwise. They have this staid, respectable look, but I’m not really shooting for that when I wear one. It’s just a temporary state in order to make my hair curly but not messy. Like many things in life, braids are a means to an end. Like Stuyvesant is a means to a good college is a means to happiness?
Braid or braiding has a long history as a method of hair styling. Origins of the “braid” rooted on the African Continent, found its way back to today’s hair fads… Long, short, extension braids render a powerful statement of ease, beauty, and efficiency of todays hair wonders.
braid. a braid. braids. two braids… yet they say it’s about the brains, not the braids. For me it something more than that. It shows prestine-ness. Its not a word. But oh well. You get my flow. I prefer braids over the standard of relaxed hair.
something you do to hair…many varieties…single braid…french braid…using 4 strands or more. It makes a simply hairstyle look elegant.
It’s also something done to rope to make it stronger.
hair braids – they remind me of being a small child and sitting on the floor infront of my mother while she plaited my hair for school.
I miss those times, when the biggest worry was who you sat next to in ‘literacy’ and the only thing that could hurt you was a skimmed knee.
Tightly wound
conceals me inside
beauty
falls down
twisted
keeps me together
but lets me be free
wound up and up
asking to be let down
to fall apart
to go wild
to be freed
from its poised position
braiding my hair with my sister and being sisterly. reminds me of going to the square dance in 6th grade and braiding my hair to look more southern. reminds me of my childhood. wishing i wore braids more often. reminds me of hipster people on tumblr with braids and pretending to be cool
Her braid swung to the rhythm of her steps. It moved in the breeze. It swung low and heavy, right to left. Left to right. It was never still.
Her braid hung thickly down her back, weighing her down. A testament of the past, of time slowly dragging her down in his hold.
Picking up her knife, she chopped it off.
long brown twisted, intricate and flowing regal a sign of power and wealth, taught by Isis the goddess herself
Reina’s braids. Reina’s braids. Reina’s braids. at’s all anyone could talk about sinece the Christmas dance. It wasn’t as if they were glowing or sparkly or interesting for that matter. They were just plain and brown.
Apparently, braids wee the new thing. Everyone was wearing them, well, everyone except the boys and me, of course. I wasn’t going to be dragged into Reina’s latest trend. \i’d learned tthat last year, in Grade 8.Somethings were just not meant for everybody.
i love to wear them but i somehow always feel they make me look like a milkmaid, but still, i feel like a kid when i braid my hair which is a cool feeling to have, especially,say, on a monday morning…
braiding hair, little girls, fashion,beaches,free,wind against your face, innocence.
He twisted time
made a braid of seconds
slipped minutes into mazes
cascaded hours down chasms
until the days were broken
the cord stretched to splitting
This is the second time that this site has given me the same word two days in a row. What gives? It’d be OK if it were a good word, but “braid” is kind of lame…
The braid lay flat on my back. My mother had done it for me this morning. Normally, I would have done and hair would be already slipping out. BUt today was special. Today was the Ceremony.
A long braid of grass descended from her hands, still moving quickly, intricately weaving the green shoots together. Her hands were pale and fingers long and thin. She was intent upon her work, her own hair (brown) was hanging down her back, a constant reminder that she was to be forever braiding.
i don’t know anything about braid. all i know that it looks pretty when some cute girls do her hair like that. i mean, especially when they use bow to tie it all up.
Her long hair had always been her most prized possession. A long thick braid, slightly untidy and frizzled. Or red waves down her back. But now it all lay on the ground and she felt as if someone had stolen from her.
when we’re teenagers, we think our lives are intertwined
braided, like the cornsilk row that cascaded down her back when she was small
she distractedly touches her now shorn hair
and wipes the tears from her eyes
and waits
She flipped her hair about, trying to figure out what she would do. A simple pony tail wouldn’t work today, no, she decided she would do a braid. Of course, she had just learned how, so it came out an utter failure, leaving her hair in multiple knots. She put on her hat and walked to school, afraid of when the teachers would tell her to take it off.
the braids of her hair were like river flowing down a hill of rocks and boulders. flowers placed in nooks of hair here and there. she looked in the mirror. she was absolutely gorgeous, the true belle of the ball tonight
Innocence,
The perfect years of childhood.
You were the only one I wanted to brush my hair,
because you had magic hands.
You’d let me sit on your lap as you’d twist strands of damp hair into braids
Ooh, the innocence of childhood.
Into her hair, the ribbons weaved, rainbow colors competing with the lustrous beauty of golden blonde locks. He stopped braiding, holding the half-completed pleat in one hand, to run a finger along a particularly bright streak of white-gold.
The only thing i can think of is the trinity. Times three. Maiden mother and crone.. always moving in loops. Dna strands. Perfection. Twisting and turning. Weaving fate.
fishtails move inward instead of the normal flowing criss crossed pattern. We want to be swimming when we are just walking through life. Diving ahead moving forward towards the end where all the split ends lay.
A braid–bread? Hair? Actually how about a braid of events, all interdependent upon each other. Different events coming into focus. Or perhaps a braid of relationships? Or contexts? (home, work) Or roles in life (parent, worker, sibling)
I like to braid my children’s hair. It’s so pretty with all the highlights and it doesn’t get in their faces. My sister used to French braid my hair and she was so rough with me. I think she didn’t want to braid my hair so she really pulled on it.
When I was little I used to wish I had long hair so I could have one long braid down my back. Then people could swing and play games with it and it could be like my own little tail. My sister gets freaked out by long braids though because she says they look dead. Like a dead rat thing on your back. Oh well
I am just trying to find my entry on the word “braid” because I really loved it. It felt powerful…
I hate this. Every time my mom puts a braid in my hair I have a headache for hours. I wish I could wear my hair down like all my friends do. My mom says it’s shameful to not put a braid in my hair…hair is a woman’s pride.
Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where shattered heartifacts lay,
stabbing the ground of my past.
Her braids swished behind her as she swung. I pushed her further, higher and I heard young-girl giggles. I wasn’t used to this. I had never heard her laugh.
As she braided her sister’s hair, she admired the long brown waves that fell past her sister’s shoulder blades. She always wanted hair that long. She touched her sister’s hair gingerly, tears pooling to her eyes as she reached up and touched her own hairless head.
“Is everything okay?” her sister asked. She nodded and wiped her tears away, picking up the ends of her sister’s hair to continue braiding.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where artifacts of shattered hearts
stab the ground of my past.
I always braid my hair at night, I know that seems old fashioned, but I swear that is the reason why it has stayed so healthy and has grown as long as it has.