Not brushed again! I keep hitting the back arrow thinking that this will reload and give me a new word to work with. When I think of brushing, my first instinct is to refer to a toothbrush. Giving it some more thought, however, I can see how it would lead someone to think of brushing a pet.
cj
I couldn’t even say that I am brushed up on my spanish. There was once a time where I could speak fluently, navigating Argentinian grocery stories and bus stops, and making some friends & smiles along the way. Three years later, and I can hardly have a cohesive conversation in spanish. I think I need to think about ways to continue to brush up on my skills – maybe an impromptu trip to Spain?
Adam
Her hair used to be long. It used to be long enough for her to sit on, thick, too, like burnished bronze and silk all wrapped into one object. She feathered her fingers through the blunt ends, and sighed. No more.
Little hairs snuck up on the tips off fingers like wisps of dreams soon to be forgotten. Her face was a thousand pokers, alighting hands when brushed against.
he came closer to elliot so that he was standing with him, face to face. elliot could feel his breath on his face and slightly brushed his hands against castiel’s hand. the smallest but most romantic of touches.
Remove from your side. Aparted. Take off. Make up. Things used to paint.
Melanie
One day i was walking my dog and i brushed his fur and it became really poofy like it becomes to me when i brush my hair. So i walked and then i started running and he could not keep up with me so i slowed down and i figured he was tired which was really unlikely and so i came home to see what had happened……….. Dun Don Dun……. I came home and i saw what had made him go slower it was his leg!!! I couldn’t believe it!!! I had made sure he was safe and now i thought that it was when i started to run that he ran into a stick or something like that. I had to take him to the vet!!!!!!
Sanjana
I walked into a crowded room and sour scent curdling the air. I couldn’t think about such unimportant information right now. I need to think about this event, the event that she gave me, a do or die project. I need this job. He told me to brush her off, but how can you do something like that to someone so important?
The boy brushed her fingers against her stomach. She gave a look. “Not right now, I’m painting.” And she was, her paintbrush in her hand. “I’ll paint you with my tongue then.
Madison Park
he will have brushed his hand against your thigh and pretend he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you that he likes the shade of brown that they are.
courteney krauss
She brushed up against him by accident, but both of them ended up with enormous flushes on their faces. Anyone who saw the two of them could tell that they were falling for one another, but they were so blinded by their embarrassed feelings that they couldn’t help but ignore all of the evidence right in front of them. Eventually, however, they would have to realize it – someone would bring them together.
Her cat brushed against my shoulder and issued an exasperated meow, but I was too busy staring at the screen to pay attention. The accident had been very close to the apartment, and the description of the wrecked car was just like her. I felt two of my fingers slip into my mouth, my teeth scraping at my raw cuticles as I waited for any new update to emerge. But nothing.
I prayed it wasn’t her.
Belinda Roddie
I brushed my dog before I took him to the vets. I wanted to make sure he looked nice and clean for his visit. It has been a few months since he’s been there. He’s a really good dog with a lot of energy. I got him for christmas this year. I have been wanting a dog for a long time, so I was very excited
Connie
She brushed past me, coldly silent. “What is it this time, huh? What did I do?” I bit at her, angry at her for being so unreasonable. “Nothing,” she said, sounding as if it was anything but.
The mowing, brushed over by Poirer, a man who transfigures tough labor into words. Once the the laborer is at immense intensity with their work, tranced in a mode to find words, they are able to articulate their mythological standpoint on their craft.
Williams carlos Williams, the creator of a “Coherent Splendor”
remakes the poem using certain sylbballes and sounds,
he brushes, he combs, over the words that mean more than what they show,
a mask veiled behind a face you could imagine not,
one poets trash is another poets cease-less book shelf!
She brushed the lint from her shoulder and looked away, thinking that’s all it would take.
But it moved.
And it grew.
Looking back, Cassie was surprised to find it was double the size before.
She casually brought her hand up, to flick it away, but as she came into contact with the spot, she was stuck.
And it began to consume her.
Until she was nothing but a dust bunny.
They had their first victim,
Now for the war.
Out here in the waste lands, where there’s no grass left, I like watching the wind brush past the scraggling bushes still rooted in the ground. It gives me hope; I hope I’m interpreting the symbolism correctly.
John Doe
brushed the bunny with myhair bursh , time to get my own hair burshed. I cannot get the knots out of my hair I think I need a new brush
He brushed the hair from the older woman’s eyes and his glance caught me by surprise. “How long will she live?” He asked, voice choked with something like distraught. I gulped and looked away, afraid to tell him anything about the coma patient. “I’m.. so..” He sighed with an almost bored tone, looking down at the woman and turned away. “Fuck her… Fuck this…” He growled and took out a gun, digging it into the woman’s temple. I remember horror washing over me like a cold ice shower and stepping back, I almost tripped over my own feet. The man chuckled and pressed the trigger.
Red. Red everywhere. I looked up at the ceiling, and instead found him watching me with an extremely bored expression. “You fainted, pussy.” He spoke with a small smirk over his face. I jumped up and on momentum, smashed our foreheads together.
Her llips brushed against mine and the world stopped.
Literarly stopped.
They were all frozen and I pulled away, slipping a hand into her purse, pulling out the wallet, smirk still on my face. “Gotcha..” I turned towards my partner and smirked as he rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, Lennie.” He grumbled like the dick he was and left me as I followed.
there was a noise outside
he stood up, blind in the night
stumbling about like a toddler
ignorant to the trees brushing against him
he had to become knowledgable in the world
The cat sat luxuriously by the fire, purring softly. The orange light emanating form the fireplace bathed it to look like a red ball of fur, hearing a noise, it stood up, stretched and brushed against its owners leg as he sipped his hot chocolate.
Hunter
Brushed away by the wind, the memories of an angel flew, not remembering her way home. lost in a land where it’s good to sin, her feathers fell.
Raul Ruiz
My handds brushed the clouds. I wanted the bad wheather to go away, but no magic trick helped. And so I became indifferent to every subtle sign of wonder.
She brushed her hair back from her face. The strands clung to her face, sticky with tears. Here she was again, in the same place, about the same time. The pattern had never been more clear. Paging through memories, she saw the insanity. She resolved, once and for all, to never repeat the cycle again. It was her life, not the cycle’s.
She brushed her hair away from her face, sticky with tears. Here she was, again, in the same spot, living the same pattern. When would the madness end? She thumbed through the memories one by one. Where had it gone wrong? Where had life taken such a maddening turn?
Diane
Her neck was smooth and hairless. Light brown, coffee really, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The bell for the next floor startled him. What if she turned around? What if she–. Two more people got on. His eyelids fluttered as her backside brushed his pelvis, and he quietly thanked God for crowded elevators.
It was just a single moment. A single touch of the hands and a spark of realization that two people could have more than just a simple connection of interests. That there was that brief moment of attraction, of intrigue that it could be anything more than just friends.
I brushed past him, making my way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. He came after me with the same old smirk painted all over his face, making it seem like he was mocking me. Which he was and which he had always been.
“So, what are you gonna do now?” he asked. I decided that this time i was just going to ignore him. But, of course, he wouldn’t have any of that.
Anaid Skylight
you brushed my hand away and turned away to face the window. it was your last day. the last morning you would spend with me in bed. naked, warm and together. but you brushed me away. preparing yourself to be forgotten.
Dani brushed Brittney’s hair vigorously, as the little girl struggled to get away. “You. Just. Stop. That. Right. Now!” she shouted, then — enough! — smacked the bristles into her daughter’s cheek, hard. Blinking in surprise as the welts rose and Brittney began screaming, Dani wondered: Had she really lost it this time?
It wasn’t smooth like he expected it to be. He’d always imagined that the metal of his first armour would be like a sheet of glass for his fingertips to dance over, light and easy – but the reality of it was that it was brushed, as though a thousand tiny battles had already fought against it and lost.
Sometimes he liked things to meet his expectations, but he rather liked it better this way.
I brushed the cat and he looked beautiful. So many of the cats I have brushed look great. I am a cat groomer and love my cats. When I brush their hair it gets read of the dead hair in their coat and they will not shed.
carol
sdgsd
shayna
Brushed was the wall that was once bare and plain. Now it was covered so fully with paint. The color was magnificent and bold in contrast to the previous condition of blankness.
Not brushed again! I keep hitting the back arrow thinking that this will reload and give me a new word to work with. When I think of brushing, my first instinct is to refer to a toothbrush. Giving it some more thought, however, I can see how it would lead someone to think of brushing a pet.
I couldn’t even say that I am brushed up on my spanish. There was once a time where I could speak fluently, navigating Argentinian grocery stories and bus stops, and making some friends & smiles along the way. Three years later, and I can hardly have a cohesive conversation in spanish. I think I need to think about ways to continue to brush up on my skills – maybe an impromptu trip to Spain?
Her hair used to be long. It used to be long enough for her to sit on, thick, too, like burnished bronze and silk all wrapped into one object. She feathered her fingers through the blunt ends, and sighed. No more.
Little hairs snuck up on the tips off fingers like wisps of dreams soon to be forgotten. Her face was a thousand pokers, alighting hands when brushed against.
I knew it was over then.
All the comments, all the stupid games. The way my heart lit on fire- it was done as soon as she brushed my hand away.
It was all burnt to hell.
he came closer to elliot so that he was standing with him, face to face. elliot could feel his breath on his face and slightly brushed his hands against castiel’s hand. the smallest but most romantic of touches.
Remove from your side. Aparted. Take off. Make up. Things used to paint.
One day i was walking my dog and i brushed his fur and it became really poofy like it becomes to me when i brush my hair. So i walked and then i started running and he could not keep up with me so i slowed down and i figured he was tired which was really unlikely and so i came home to see what had happened……….. Dun Don Dun……. I came home and i saw what had made him go slower it was his leg!!! I couldn’t believe it!!! I had made sure he was safe and now i thought that it was when i started to run that he ran into a stick or something like that. I had to take him to the vet!!!!!!
I walked into a crowded room and sour scent curdling the air. I couldn’t think about such unimportant information right now. I need to think about this event, the event that she gave me, a do or die project. I need this job. He told me to brush her off, but how can you do something like that to someone so important?
The boy brushed her fingers against her stomach. She gave a look. “Not right now, I’m painting.” And she was, her paintbrush in her hand. “I’ll paint you with my tongue then.
he will have brushed his hand against your thigh and pretend he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you that he likes the shade of brown that they are.
She brushed up against him by accident, but both of them ended up with enormous flushes on their faces. Anyone who saw the two of them could tell that they were falling for one another, but they were so blinded by their embarrassed feelings that they couldn’t help but ignore all of the evidence right in front of them. Eventually, however, they would have to realize it – someone would bring them together.
Her cat brushed against my shoulder and issued an exasperated meow, but I was too busy staring at the screen to pay attention. The accident had been very close to the apartment, and the description of the wrecked car was just like her. I felt two of my fingers slip into my mouth, my teeth scraping at my raw cuticles as I waited for any new update to emerge. But nothing.
I prayed it wasn’t her.
I brushed my dog before I took him to the vets. I wanted to make sure he looked nice and clean for his visit. It has been a few months since he’s been there. He’s a really good dog with a lot of energy. I got him for christmas this year. I have been wanting a dog for a long time, so I was very excited
She brushed past me, coldly silent. “What is it this time, huh? What did I do?” I bit at her, angry at her for being so unreasonable. “Nothing,” she said, sounding as if it was anything but.
The mowing, brushed over by Poirer, a man who transfigures tough labor into words. Once the the laborer is at immense intensity with their work, tranced in a mode to find words, they are able to articulate their mythological standpoint on their craft.
Williams carlos Williams, the creator of a “Coherent Splendor”
remakes the poem using certain sylbballes and sounds,
he brushes, he combs, over the words that mean more than what they show,
a mask veiled behind a face you could imagine not,
one poets trash is another poets cease-less book shelf!
She brushed the lint from her shoulder and looked away, thinking that’s all it would take.
But it moved.
And it grew.
Looking back, Cassie was surprised to find it was double the size before.
She casually brought her hand up, to flick it away, but as she came into contact with the spot, she was stuck.
And it began to consume her.
Until she was nothing but a dust bunny.
They had their first victim,
Now for the war.
Out here in the waste lands, where there’s no grass left, I like watching the wind brush past the scraggling bushes still rooted in the ground. It gives me hope; I hope I’m interpreting the symbolism correctly.
brushed the bunny with myhair bursh , time to get my own hair burshed. I cannot get the knots out of my hair I think I need a new brush
He brushed the hair from the older woman’s eyes and his glance caught me by surprise. “How long will she live?” He asked, voice choked with something like distraught. I gulped and looked away, afraid to tell him anything about the coma patient. “I’m.. so..” He sighed with an almost bored tone, looking down at the woman and turned away. “Fuck her… Fuck this…” He growled and took out a gun, digging it into the woman’s temple. I remember horror washing over me like a cold ice shower and stepping back, I almost tripped over my own feet. The man chuckled and pressed the trigger.
Red. Red everywhere. I looked up at the ceiling, and instead found him watching me with an extremely bored expression. “You fainted, pussy.” He spoke with a small smirk over his face. I jumped up and on momentum, smashed our foreheads together.
Her llips brushed against mine and the world stopped.
Literarly stopped.
They were all frozen and I pulled away, slipping a hand into her purse, pulling out the wallet, smirk still on my face. “Gotcha..” I turned towards my partner and smirked as he rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, Lennie.” He grumbled like the dick he was and left me as I followed.
there was a noise outside
he stood up, blind in the night
stumbling about like a toddler
ignorant to the trees brushing against him
he had to become knowledgable in the world
The cat sat luxuriously by the fire, purring softly. The orange light emanating form the fireplace bathed it to look like a red ball of fur, hearing a noise, it stood up, stretched and brushed against its owners leg as he sipped his hot chocolate.
Brushed away by the wind, the memories of an angel flew, not remembering her way home. lost in a land where it’s good to sin, her feathers fell.
My handds brushed the clouds. I wanted the bad wheather to go away, but no magic trick helped. And so I became indifferent to every subtle sign of wonder.
She brushed her hair back from her face. The strands clung to her face, sticky with tears. Here she was again, in the same place, about the same time. The pattern had never been more clear. Paging through memories, she saw the insanity. She resolved, once and for all, to never repeat the cycle again. It was her life, not the cycle’s.
She brushed her hair away from her face, sticky with tears. Here she was, again, in the same spot, living the same pattern. When would the madness end? She thumbed through the memories one by one. Where had it gone wrong? Where had life taken such a maddening turn?
Her neck was smooth and hairless. Light brown, coffee really, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The bell for the next floor startled him. What if she turned around? What if she–. Two more people got on. His eyelids fluttered as her backside brushed his pelvis, and he quietly thanked God for crowded elevators.
It was just a single moment. A single touch of the hands and a spark of realization that two people could have more than just a simple connection of interests. That there was that brief moment of attraction, of intrigue that it could be anything more than just friends.
I brushed past him, making my way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. He came after me with the same old smirk painted all over his face, making it seem like he was mocking me. Which he was and which he had always been.
“So, what are you gonna do now?” he asked. I decided that this time i was just going to ignore him. But, of course, he wouldn’t have any of that.
you brushed my hand away and turned away to face the window. it was your last day. the last morning you would spend with me in bed. naked, warm and together. but you brushed me away. preparing yourself to be forgotten.
rushed, mushed, concussed, stuffed, cuffed, shushed, hushed, trashed, flushed, slush rush mush stuff cuff shush hush
brushing off artifacts in the lab. brushing my hair with my comb. brushing the dirt off rocks in the field.
Dani brushed Brittney’s hair vigorously, as the little girl struggled to get away. “You. Just. Stop. That. Right. Now!” she shouted, then — enough! — smacked the bristles into her daughter’s cheek, hard. Blinking in surprise as the welts rose and Brittney began screaming, Dani wondered: Had she really lost it this time?
tangles brushed and tamed
the girl from anonymous
dreams
ponies manes
and fat fingers
pull the cosmic
fabric
astray
It wasn’t smooth like he expected it to be. He’d always imagined that the metal of his first armour would be like a sheet of glass for his fingertips to dance over, light and easy – but the reality of it was that it was brushed, as though a thousand tiny battles had already fought against it and lost.
Sometimes he liked things to meet his expectations, but he rather liked it better this way.
I brushed the cat and he looked beautiful. So many of the cats I have brushed look great. I am a cat groomer and love my cats. When I brush their hair it gets read of the dead hair in their coat and they will not shed.
sdgsd
Brushed was the wall that was once bare and plain. Now it was covered so fully with paint. The color was magnificent and bold in contrast to the previous condition of blankness.