Brushed steel is what our wedding rings are made of. Simple, no embelishment. Just a solid band of beautiful material to state the obvious.
Claude
my heart was beating really quickly boom boom boom within my chest. there he was, just a few steps away from where i was standing. goodness, i hadn’t seen him in years! did i look okay? alright, come on now, compose yourself. deep breaths, stomach in, chest out.
i said “hi”.
but he simply stared me up and down. then snickered.
and with that he brushed me away like dust off his shoulders.
chloé
he brushed up his skills
ritvik
She brushed her long hair over and over again. The repeatative motion calmed her mind. She wanted to look away from the mirror, but her eyes were frozen. Untangling her long strands, over and over again. “Cursed forever by your beauty,” the old woman had said, “I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.” So on and on she brushed, never looking away until her beautiful hair turned an ugly gray.
Amanda
brushed away by society
i feel as if im not even in the minority
im just considered disorderly
why is this considered free
society tries to be in control of me
saby
She was in love. She had never felt this way about anyone, ever. The way he walked, so gracefully, especially for a boy. She held back a smile every time he walked at her side. “Lily, darling?”
“Yes?” She smiled. And as his lips brushed against hers she knew her life would never be the same.
Eva
the painting was brushed like the color of the sea. brush strokes are similiar to the wrinkles on my face. when i think of art i think of one human being being brushed by the optical illusion of ones imagination. paint the sun, the sunset, or maybe even the moon but never brush away your sense of creativity that you were born with. why are people so dull sometimes? that is one question i have no answer for. they will use the sense of noting ones reality to the subject of our universe.
chelsea
She sat on the floor at her grandmother’s feet. This would be a memory that she will always hold on to. The sweet powdery smell of Nana’s skin, the firmness with with she held the brush but the softness of the bristles as they grazed through her hair. “One hundred strokes every night before bed will make your hair soft and healthy”, Nana would say, but she knew that it was just an excuse to keep her closer.
Bliss
washed, used, smooth, smooth, worn, carefully loved, taken care of. Simple.
Shishi
I brushed my hair this morning, but I can only do that when it’s wet. When it’s dry, I frizz. I also like to brush my teeth, but I should do it more often or more thoroughly. This is all the point of being brushed, like in an elevator.
AnnaBeth
Her hair was freshly brushed for the first time since camp, and it felt strange, like there was too much static from the newfound smoothness.
Rose Wolf
I brushed my hair today after taking a shower. I think I am slowly losing all my hair. I keep seeing more and more hair left in the brush with each passing year. I guess this is what it’s like to get old. It’s weird, I still feel like a kid. I feel like I should be able to go swing at the park with all the other children.
Tiger
He brushed the strand of hair out of her face. The breeze was blowing particularly strong that day, so every brush only brought back another handful of strands. They both laughed as he tried nuzzling through her hair with his nose to get to her lips. He kissed her gently as the wind wrapped their hair around them both.
Paula
so I brushed past him, and as I did so a shiver ran up my spine. Was it incredible fear? Hate? Or love? I would never know, maybe it was just the wind on the street as I passed the stranger…
Hanna
That clean teeth smile of coins rattling in your beat-up jeans, that tennis ball racket of old shoes being thrown down stairs. Let the coffee flow like August through your window.
r.a.
Brushed is a motion , a soft flowing motion, I brushed against his soft smooth skin, she brushed against the soft fur of the cat that sat beside her. We are just brushed away sometimes and don’t really know it, but yeah, we have been brushed away, away today, you know. As time gets swept, brushed away in time we are all a canvas of brushes colors blended together.
cat
as i brushed my hair with the silver comb my mother had given me when i was just a baby, the lights flickered, then went out. I was so scared because i was all alone in the mansion, and there wasn’t even a trace of a storm outside!
Lauren
brushed off for good. left alone. with no one around to care for him, he set off once more into the fray. he left home, left the people who lied and told him he was important, told him he was going to be something. he went somewhere new, where no one knew his name.
stig
brushed, que chingados es eso, que clase de mensaje criptico?????
ale
It’s been a while since I’ve brushed my cat. She sheds a lot, and since it’s summer the shedding is out of control. THere are clumps of fur resting in all corners of every room…and sweeping doesn’t help. As soon as I sweep, new clumps take the place of the old. It’s pretty gross. I should just get on with it and brush her.
Rachel
brushed my cat’s hair – it’s as smooth as silk. she’s not that old – she’s 8 and nicely mature
i got her from the pound – she was lost and found
she’s jumped onto my knees – an athlete, i say she is
claudine cheah
Brushed aside. Brushed away. Brush against my shoulder.
Reynaldo
As I brushed my teeth, I found a chip, and I began to wonder, “how could a chip get there and me not know it?”. Such is life. We have chips and cracks tat we just aren’t sue how they got there.
Chad
bitting into an apple, when my hair is napppyyy. something i need to do to my hair. doesn’t happen very much.
vanessa
Brushed is how I felt when I was pushed away. Brushed away from your day. Brushed each day from you sight. Brushed you sight and you senses. Never letting me in. Never letting me by. Never letting me know why you felt it.
Gothic
It was brushed metal, or so it seemed that color in the late summer dusk light. As I approached it I realized it wasn’t metal at all it was
Rob
I brushed my son’s hair with my comb and delighted in the way his tiny curls bounced back into shape. He wakes with a fuzzy clump every morning which I tease back to shape over the bathroom sink before sending him to his childminder.
Jill
air brushed. Paint brush. I wish I knew how to paint. I see lots of paintings, espcially water color and it makes me envious of those who possess such a beautiful skill. I’d love to learn to paint. Its a creative outlet.
Binny
I just brushed my teeth. My mom just got me a new tooth brush actually. I haven’t used that one yet though. My dad like the one he got for him though. haha So i guess it must be good.
Liz
i never brush my hair, unless i’m straightening it which is hardly ever. brush brush brushfire. we have those a lot in florida. i prefer unbrushed hair to brushed hair. it looks way sexier. sierra from versa emerge has the best “un brushed” hair look. i’ve got a major girl crush on her.
melanie Bertelson
she woke up in the morning and she brushed her teeth. it was the only stable thing she had in the clusterfuck that was her existence. if anything, it was the only thing she looked forward to doing.
Michelle
you brushed you hair when you get up in the morning. if you do not the hair will be knotty and it’ll hurt a lot. people who don’t brush their hair are gross.
brenda Sue Somes
he brushed up down this way and that the canvus was coming to life as the paint dripped red blood spots on to the carpet
mel
His hand lightly brushed my face as he stared deeply into my eyes. Was this really happening? Could this really be true? I tore my gaze away from his own, not wanting to show him my real emotions. He asked me if I was okay for the fifth time.
Abby
As I sat brushing my hair at my vanity mirror, I was struck with the sudden realization of just how similar I had become to my mother. As a child I remember standing in the doorway, watching as she sat at this very same vanity brushing her hair in much the same fashion as I now was.
Megan
combed, untangled, stroked my tresses of long auburn hair. The curls fell naturally along the lenghts of her back, tumbling like waves, with a touch of
julie kelford
today i brushed my hair after i got out of the shower. i had washed my hair using john friedas shampoo that smells gloriously like mint. i then used some conditioner. when i brushed my hair, it looked so shiny and soft. my brush then smelled like mint. it was nice. life would suck if we didnt have brushes. i would walk around with tangles in my hair
z
I brushed my hair back, brilliant brown hair. The ageless manifestation of a million, billion years in the making. Cover our heads, cover them with hats and wigs and plastic surgery, yet we’ll be born with the bit of fluff on our heads. Unless it’s chemo or skinhead mania for you. My father’s home.
He’s wearing a hat.
Panda
He brushed past her like a herd of elephants trying very hard not to be noticed in a china shop.
She ignored him anyways.
Jennifer
i brushed my teeth still half asleep! Last night i couldn’t sleep well. I had some terrible dreams
Brushed steel is what our wedding rings are made of. Simple, no embelishment. Just a solid band of beautiful material to state the obvious.
my heart was beating really quickly boom boom boom within my chest. there he was, just a few steps away from where i was standing. goodness, i hadn’t seen him in years! did i look okay? alright, come on now, compose yourself. deep breaths, stomach in, chest out.
i said “hi”.
but he simply stared me up and down. then snickered.
and with that he brushed me away like dust off his shoulders.
he brushed up his skills
She brushed her long hair over and over again. The repeatative motion calmed her mind. She wanted to look away from the mirror, but her eyes were frozen. Untangling her long strands, over and over again. “Cursed forever by your beauty,” the old woman had said, “I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.” So on and on she brushed, never looking away until her beautiful hair turned an ugly gray.
brushed away by society
i feel as if im not even in the minority
im just considered disorderly
why is this considered free
society tries to be in control of me
She was in love. She had never felt this way about anyone, ever. The way he walked, so gracefully, especially for a boy. She held back a smile every time he walked at her side. “Lily, darling?”
“Yes?” She smiled. And as his lips brushed against hers she knew her life would never be the same.
the painting was brushed like the color of the sea. brush strokes are similiar to the wrinkles on my face. when i think of art i think of one human being being brushed by the optical illusion of ones imagination. paint the sun, the sunset, or maybe even the moon but never brush away your sense of creativity that you were born with. why are people so dull sometimes? that is one question i have no answer for. they will use the sense of noting ones reality to the subject of our universe.
She sat on the floor at her grandmother’s feet. This would be a memory that she will always hold on to. The sweet powdery smell of Nana’s skin, the firmness with with she held the brush but the softness of the bristles as they grazed through her hair. “One hundred strokes every night before bed will make your hair soft and healthy”, Nana would say, but she knew that it was just an excuse to keep her closer.
washed, used, smooth, smooth, worn, carefully loved, taken care of. Simple.
I brushed my hair this morning, but I can only do that when it’s wet. When it’s dry, I frizz. I also like to brush my teeth, but I should do it more often or more thoroughly. This is all the point of being brushed, like in an elevator.
Her hair was freshly brushed for the first time since camp, and it felt strange, like there was too much static from the newfound smoothness.
I brushed my hair today after taking a shower. I think I am slowly losing all my hair. I keep seeing more and more hair left in the brush with each passing year. I guess this is what it’s like to get old. It’s weird, I still feel like a kid. I feel like I should be able to go swing at the park with all the other children.
He brushed the strand of hair out of her face. The breeze was blowing particularly strong that day, so every brush only brought back another handful of strands. They both laughed as he tried nuzzling through her hair with his nose to get to her lips. He kissed her gently as the wind wrapped their hair around them both.
so I brushed past him, and as I did so a shiver ran up my spine. Was it incredible fear? Hate? Or love? I would never know, maybe it was just the wind on the street as I passed the stranger…
That clean teeth smile of coins rattling in your beat-up jeans, that tennis ball racket of old shoes being thrown down stairs. Let the coffee flow like August through your window.
Brushed is a motion , a soft flowing motion, I brushed against his soft smooth skin, she brushed against the soft fur of the cat that sat beside her. We are just brushed away sometimes and don’t really know it, but yeah, we have been brushed away, away today, you know. As time gets swept, brushed away in time we are all a canvas of brushes colors blended together.
as i brushed my hair with the silver comb my mother had given me when i was just a baby, the lights flickered, then went out. I was so scared because i was all alone in the mansion, and there wasn’t even a trace of a storm outside!
brushed off for good. left alone. with no one around to care for him, he set off once more into the fray. he left home, left the people who lied and told him he was important, told him he was going to be something. he went somewhere new, where no one knew his name.
brushed, que chingados es eso, que clase de mensaje criptico?????
It’s been a while since I’ve brushed my cat. She sheds a lot, and since it’s summer the shedding is out of control. THere are clumps of fur resting in all corners of every room…and sweeping doesn’t help. As soon as I sweep, new clumps take the place of the old. It’s pretty gross. I should just get on with it and brush her.
brushed my cat’s hair – it’s as smooth as silk. she’s not that old – she’s 8 and nicely mature
i got her from the pound – she was lost and found
she’s jumped onto my knees – an athlete, i say she is
Brushed aside. Brushed away. Brush against my shoulder.
As I brushed my teeth, I found a chip, and I began to wonder, “how could a chip get there and me not know it?”. Such is life. We have chips and cracks tat we just aren’t sue how they got there.
bitting into an apple, when my hair is napppyyy. something i need to do to my hair. doesn’t happen very much.
Brushed is how I felt when I was pushed away. Brushed away from your day. Brushed each day from you sight. Brushed you sight and you senses. Never letting me in. Never letting me by. Never letting me know why you felt it.
It was brushed metal, or so it seemed that color in the late summer dusk light. As I approached it I realized it wasn’t metal at all it was
I brushed my son’s hair with my comb and delighted in the way his tiny curls bounced back into shape. He wakes with a fuzzy clump every morning which I tease back to shape over the bathroom sink before sending him to his childminder.
air brushed. Paint brush. I wish I knew how to paint. I see lots of paintings, espcially water color and it makes me envious of those who possess such a beautiful skill. I’d love to learn to paint. Its a creative outlet.
I just brushed my teeth. My mom just got me a new tooth brush actually. I haven’t used that one yet though. My dad like the one he got for him though. haha So i guess it must be good.
i never brush my hair, unless i’m straightening it which is hardly ever. brush brush brushfire. we have those a lot in florida. i prefer unbrushed hair to brushed hair. it looks way sexier. sierra from versa emerge has the best “un brushed” hair look. i’ve got a major girl crush on her.
she woke up in the morning and she brushed her teeth. it was the only stable thing she had in the clusterfuck that was her existence. if anything, it was the only thing she looked forward to doing.
you brushed you hair when you get up in the morning. if you do not the hair will be knotty and it’ll hurt a lot. people who don’t brush their hair are gross.
he brushed up down this way and that the canvus was coming to life as the paint dripped red blood spots on to the carpet
His hand lightly brushed my face as he stared deeply into my eyes. Was this really happening? Could this really be true? I tore my gaze away from his own, not wanting to show him my real emotions. He asked me if I was okay for the fifth time.
As I sat brushing my hair at my vanity mirror, I was struck with the sudden realization of just how similar I had become to my mother. As a child I remember standing in the doorway, watching as she sat at this very same vanity brushing her hair in much the same fashion as I now was.
combed, untangled, stroked my tresses of long auburn hair. The curls fell naturally along the lenghts of her back, tumbling like waves, with a touch of
today i brushed my hair after i got out of the shower. i had washed my hair using john friedas shampoo that smells gloriously like mint. i then used some conditioner. when i brushed my hair, it looked so shiny and soft. my brush then smelled like mint. it was nice. life would suck if we didnt have brushes. i would walk around with tangles in my hair
I brushed my hair back, brilliant brown hair. The ageless manifestation of a million, billion years in the making. Cover our heads, cover them with hats and wigs and plastic surgery, yet we’ll be born with the bit of fluff on our heads. Unless it’s chemo or skinhead mania for you. My father’s home.
He’s wearing a hat.
He brushed past her like a herd of elephants trying very hard not to be noticed in a china shop.
She ignored him anyways.
i brushed my teeth still half asleep! Last night i couldn’t sleep well. I had some terrible dreams