Today i brushed my hair. i got up and showered then brushed out my wet tangled hair. then i gave my dog a bath and combed out his wet tanlgles hair.
Mare Bear
brushed
Jennifer
Sylvia led Jones to the property’s edge, both of them blinking against the sunlight. In another few minutes, they would be far enough from the barn that no one would hear Jones galloping away from the ranch. Tomorrow morning, someone would notice the horse missing from the stable of sixty, but by that time, Sylvia and Jones would be on a ship heading south.
Ciara
He walked on the beach and felt the sand glistening beneath his feet. What blazed past him in the twilight sky could only be tempered by his undying passion for her. He had arrived and so had she.
Bibo
A cat brushed against my leg. I turned to pick it up, but when I turned there was no cat. I continued my day.
molly
She brushed her hair for the entire hour of the first class. I had never seen anything like that. And as she talked, her answers followed the rhythm of the strokes, turning almost into a song. She was one of the smartest students I ever had.
Taddy
i feel brushed aside a lot of the time. like im not really there or what i say has no real meaning. i feel brised away from society. like some sort of plague no one want to be around.
Lauren
Before you turn and face me wipe that hollow look from your eyes.
Reality seems to be something you don’t want to see.
Unsure of whether I should care yet I am still here.
Standing by your side.
Hoping that just once when you see me you wouldn’t look right through me.
Even if it is just for a second, don’t do it.
Don’t brush me aside.
Setz
I comes in many differnent ways, brushed hair, teeth, dogs everything computers are bfushed and buffered when the free space is being deleted. The idea of being brushed us the idea of moving thing in to the correct order, or a nbette order
JD
He sat against the wall, aimlessly letting his eyes trail over his handy-work. Painting the fence, while not much fun, always made him feel as though as he had accomplished something. He smiled, then sighed as he turned to look at the next 80 yards ahead of him, all crying for a new coat. Back to work.
Jackie
My hand brushed his today. An overwhelming feeling came over me as I found myself grabbing it and pulling him towards me. I pulled him right into a kiss. It was the best kiss I ever had. It was perfect beyond belief.
Christine
Her scent was so splendid, a burst of grapefruit and oak, as she brushed against my shoulder. Those solemn eyes, how I remember when they were still full of life and happiness. Her lips, oh yes, her lips that had once learned all the secrets of my pink flesh, were now sealed tight. How was I to know she meant “I love you” How was I suppose to know she wasn’t just trying to get more out of me. How was I- there I go again, with the grapefruit and oak.
Alyssa
I brushed up against her and she said, “hey, get the hell away from”, then turned and saw it was me, in mid sentence, she kissed me. We were on our way. When we got to the store, she was all smiles, she looked like she had a secret.
clint
i brushed against his face savoring the warmth. it was so nice so right so beautiful. he looked at me with an expression of shock, but i couldn’t be bothered to care. i brushed my hand against his face once more, before leaning into his mouth. i was complete.
hanna
aside. many times. its not you though. not everyone is like you; constantly searching for a reason why not to do something. maybe you should get busy.
carrie
Her long brown hair lay in my hands, stretched out in the space between us like a silky bridge of truce. This is the only time we don’t fight – when her hair streams down under my careful brushing.
Emma
As she brushed her fingers past my skin, I wondered if she’d remember this as often as I would.
Luke B
He brushed the eyelash off my cheek with the lightest of touches. “Make a wish,” he said, holding it to my lips. I smiled. “What would I wish for? I want everything to stay exactly as it is.” He said, “Then wish for nothing to change.”
Abby
paint, fly, colors in front of me, all mixed up, hiar in the mix, small short in the brush, moving quick and making my mind soar, over the canvas and back again to see what the brush has been doing, all over the room and in my mind the colors flash all
Peter Ely
He kept yanking on my hair; she had already left for work. I grimaced as I thought of how the picture would turn out. He was trying his best to coordinate my yellow corduroy jumper but failing. Picture day always broke my heart.
Caitlin
brushed up aganst me
stinky stinky
get back
you fat
and nast baby
look at me i’m fresh and clean
why you all brushed up against me
Phillip LMAO
I brushed his hair out of my face because of its length and irritation to my skin. His gentle eyes smiled down at me and made me giggle as he placed his hand on my back. He smiled at me and laughed along though the scars i could see were much deeper than he wanted anyone to know. It was sad.
Seymore
hairbrush. Makeup brush. Dog brush. Toothbrush. Are there other brushes? It’s a simple invention, but what would we do without brushes? That would suck. Seriously.
charlotte
as the clouds brushed the sunlight, i was sitting in the park figuring out each of their names. Hoping that my love was looking at the same sky as i was and praying that he thought of me
Celia
Many people in this world are brushed aside because they don’t fit into certain categories. It amazes me that we can put people in categories where they are overlooked. Just because other brush them to the sides, someone should bring them into the limelight.
Bets
as he brushed against my shoulder, the thoughts of our life together flashed through my mind: our first date, the first kiss, sitting in the park. in the end, it was just a fairytale dream.
mei
I brushed the pieces of my heart from my sleeve…I am too numb to cry now.
Katie
The simple lines of the paint brush, lightly flickering in the morning sun as the cat licked its paws, staring at the dim shadows beneath the raised lines.
The wall was not only brushed by paint, but romance…by sunlight.
Sammie Farrell
She brushed the red sandy soil away from the box she had just unearthed, and lifted it carefully out of its resting place. She had finally found the last piece of her grandfather’s legacy.
Danette
As my hand brushed against hers I felt an electric shock course through my body. It was is I had brushed up against an exposed electrical wire. I craved her.
Jason
frizzy hair and a pompous attitude. bristles scrub a dub dub in the tub. brushed by fate. you straighten your hair with a brush. you brush past someone.
Clem
I just brushed my teeth 30 minutes ago because I had a feeling that I have something stuck inside it. Oh well, I’ll just continue doing what I need to do right now. Whatever, One Word rocks!!! It’s cool!
Jerome
The morning came like a bolt of thunder. She didn’t get much sleep last night, yet her alarm clock pulls her out of bed. She brushes her teeth. She brushes her hair. She brushes make up on her face. A beautiful face, yet so exhausted.
Annie
i have a long haired black cat named elphaba, named after the wicked witch in “wicked.” since she has long hair, it gets matted like crazy, and even though she is really clean and obsessively licks some areas, places that she can’t reach or WON’T reach get knots. and she HATES to have them brushed or combed out. the end.
caroline
The night wind brushed softly against her cheek. Its warmth remind her of him once again as so many things had that day.
gaila
I brushed his fur as he lie there nicely on the couch. its a rare day that he lets me anywhere near him, so i know something was up. sure enough, as i walked away, pleased the chore has been so easy, i stumbled upon an empty Tylenol container. darn cat, ate pain medication again.
claire
I brushed off the commet made by the gorl with the blue backpack. It was the first day of school and many of us are nervous. I just wished I didn’t always have to be the one they picked on. You thi
Joy Bowser
I feel things brush by me during the day. but only after it happens. Is it another dimension, ghosts, or simply being unaware of my surroundings. Hum?
cathy
Gently, Mickey brushed the ink across his light pencil lines. “Hold still, Emma,” he muttered, hoping to catch the lighting of her cheekbones from life instead of memory.
So far, inkwash painting had proven difficult for Mickey to master.
Chuck Meacham
She brushed his calf with her finger. “What do you want to do now?” she asked, smiling crookedly up at him. This was heaven. He was sure of it.
Today i brushed my hair. i got up and showered then brushed out my wet tangled hair. then i gave my dog a bath and combed out his wet tanlgles hair.
brushed
Sylvia led Jones to the property’s edge, both of them blinking against the sunlight. In another few minutes, they would be far enough from the barn that no one would hear Jones galloping away from the ranch. Tomorrow morning, someone would notice the horse missing from the stable of sixty, but by that time, Sylvia and Jones would be on a ship heading south.
He walked on the beach and felt the sand glistening beneath his feet. What blazed past him in the twilight sky could only be tempered by his undying passion for her. He had arrived and so had she.
A cat brushed against my leg. I turned to pick it up, but when I turned there was no cat. I continued my day.
She brushed her hair for the entire hour of the first class. I had never seen anything like that. And as she talked, her answers followed the rhythm of the strokes, turning almost into a song. She was one of the smartest students I ever had.
i feel brushed aside a lot of the time. like im not really there or what i say has no real meaning. i feel brised away from society. like some sort of plague no one want to be around.
Before you turn and face me wipe that hollow look from your eyes.
Reality seems to be something you don’t want to see.
Unsure of whether I should care yet I am still here.
Standing by your side.
Hoping that just once when you see me you wouldn’t look right through me.
Even if it is just for a second, don’t do it.
Don’t brush me aside.
I comes in many differnent ways, brushed hair, teeth, dogs everything computers are bfushed and buffered when the free space is being deleted. The idea of being brushed us the idea of moving thing in to the correct order, or a nbette order
He sat against the wall, aimlessly letting his eyes trail over his handy-work. Painting the fence, while not much fun, always made him feel as though as he had accomplished something. He smiled, then sighed as he turned to look at the next 80 yards ahead of him, all crying for a new coat. Back to work.
My hand brushed his today. An overwhelming feeling came over me as I found myself grabbing it and pulling him towards me. I pulled him right into a kiss. It was the best kiss I ever had. It was perfect beyond belief.
Her scent was so splendid, a burst of grapefruit and oak, as she brushed against my shoulder. Those solemn eyes, how I remember when they were still full of life and happiness. Her lips, oh yes, her lips that had once learned all the secrets of my pink flesh, were now sealed tight. How was I to know she meant “I love you” How was I suppose to know she wasn’t just trying to get more out of me. How was I- there I go again, with the grapefruit and oak.
I brushed up against her and she said, “hey, get the hell away from”, then turned and saw it was me, in mid sentence, she kissed me. We were on our way. When we got to the store, she was all smiles, she looked like she had a secret.
i brushed against his face savoring the warmth. it was so nice so right so beautiful. he looked at me with an expression of shock, but i couldn’t be bothered to care. i brushed my hand against his face once more, before leaning into his mouth. i was complete.
aside. many times. its not you though. not everyone is like you; constantly searching for a reason why not to do something. maybe you should get busy.
Her long brown hair lay in my hands, stretched out in the space between us like a silky bridge of truce. This is the only time we don’t fight – when her hair streams down under my careful brushing.
As she brushed her fingers past my skin, I wondered if she’d remember this as often as I would.
He brushed the eyelash off my cheek with the lightest of touches. “Make a wish,” he said, holding it to my lips. I smiled. “What would I wish for? I want everything to stay exactly as it is.” He said, “Then wish for nothing to change.”
paint, fly, colors in front of me, all mixed up, hiar in the mix, small short in the brush, moving quick and making my mind soar, over the canvas and back again to see what the brush has been doing, all over the room and in my mind the colors flash all
He kept yanking on my hair; she had already left for work. I grimaced as I thought of how the picture would turn out. He was trying his best to coordinate my yellow corduroy jumper but failing. Picture day always broke my heart.
brushed up aganst me
stinky stinky
get back
you fat
and nast baby
look at me i’m fresh and clean
why you all brushed up against me
I brushed his hair out of my face because of its length and irritation to my skin. His gentle eyes smiled down at me and made me giggle as he placed his hand on my back. He smiled at me and laughed along though the scars i could see were much deeper than he wanted anyone to know. It was sad.
hairbrush. Makeup brush. Dog brush. Toothbrush. Are there other brushes? It’s a simple invention, but what would we do without brushes? That would suck. Seriously.
as the clouds brushed the sunlight, i was sitting in the park figuring out each of their names. Hoping that my love was looking at the same sky as i was and praying that he thought of me
Many people in this world are brushed aside because they don’t fit into certain categories. It amazes me that we can put people in categories where they are overlooked. Just because other brush them to the sides, someone should bring them into the limelight.
as he brushed against my shoulder, the thoughts of our life together flashed through my mind: our first date, the first kiss, sitting in the park. in the end, it was just a fairytale dream.
I brushed the pieces of my heart from my sleeve…I am too numb to cry now.
The simple lines of the paint brush, lightly flickering in the morning sun as the cat licked its paws, staring at the dim shadows beneath the raised lines.
The wall was not only brushed by paint, but romance…by sunlight.
She brushed the red sandy soil away from the box she had just unearthed, and lifted it carefully out of its resting place. She had finally found the last piece of her grandfather’s legacy.
As my hand brushed against hers I felt an electric shock course through my body. It was is I had brushed up against an exposed electrical wire. I craved her.
frizzy hair and a pompous attitude. bristles scrub a dub dub in the tub. brushed by fate. you straighten your hair with a brush. you brush past someone.
I just brushed my teeth 30 minutes ago because I had a feeling that I have something stuck inside it. Oh well, I’ll just continue doing what I need to do right now. Whatever, One Word rocks!!! It’s cool!
The morning came like a bolt of thunder. She didn’t get much sleep last night, yet her alarm clock pulls her out of bed. She brushes her teeth. She brushes her hair. She brushes make up on her face. A beautiful face, yet so exhausted.
i have a long haired black cat named elphaba, named after the wicked witch in “wicked.” since she has long hair, it gets matted like crazy, and even though she is really clean and obsessively licks some areas, places that she can’t reach or WON’T reach get knots. and she HATES to have them brushed or combed out. the end.
The night wind brushed softly against her cheek. Its warmth remind her of him once again as so many things had that day.
I brushed his fur as he lie there nicely on the couch. its a rare day that he lets me anywhere near him, so i know something was up. sure enough, as i walked away, pleased the chore has been so easy, i stumbled upon an empty Tylenol container. darn cat, ate pain medication again.
I brushed off the commet made by the gorl with the blue backpack. It was the first day of school and many of us are nervous. I just wished I didn’t always have to be the one they picked on. You thi
I feel things brush by me during the day. but only after it happens. Is it another dimension, ghosts, or simply being unaware of my surroundings. Hum?
Gently, Mickey brushed the ink across his light pencil lines. “Hold still, Emma,” he muttered, hoping to catch the lighting of her cheekbones from life instead of memory.
So far, inkwash painting had proven difficult for Mickey to master.
She brushed his calf with her finger. “What do you want to do now?” she asked, smiling crookedly up at him. This was heaven. He was sure of it.