I shivered. A shudder ran up my spine as his rough fingertips traced lines on my shoulder. I batted his hand away, “Please, Tom, not here,” I giggled.
He shrugged and continued his motion, “Why not, Alecia?” he asked teasingly.
We were on the bus. That’s why not.
When I read a good book or hear a great song, I get the chills. When you pop up on my screen, my heart races and gives me goosebumps. Having the Chills can be a great feeling, or the worst. Sickness can give you the chills and that never feels good.
yes, I have chills. there is thunder outside and I am thinking about leaving him. meanwhile He hasn’t called and I’m wondering if I’m a terrible person at the same time that I’m too tired to care any more. furthermore I get chills when I read the things that I’ve written, and realize that they are true, and realize simultaneously that I have to do something about it. the dog has just snuck downstairs and I am fairly certain she’s going to pee on the rug at the bottom
L.V.Newc
Chills are sometimes the most incredible feeling, or the most gut-wrenching. Horror movies give you those chills that travel the whole way down your spine and dot your skin with goosebumps. The same can happen in cold weather or with disease.
Mallory
I felt a chill creep up my spine like a spider having locked on a target. The curtains billowed a husky breath as the wind gave it life. It was a dark night, as dead as the people that were buried under the ground in that place. The light dimmed suddenly, flickered twice, then died. Now it was pitch black, the only sound the crows singing their melancholic melody.
she told me she was cancer free. or rather i read it on facebook. chills exploded up my arms and down my back. i had been reading her updates, this girl i’d gone to high school with, and praying for her and hoping for her. and now it was here. officially cancer free. the thrill was indescribable.
It gives me chills.
To see him again.
See him standing there.. before he notices my arrival.
And for that split second when our eyes meet, there is no distance between past and present.
All is undone.
And for that moment, we are us again.
Your singing echoes across the room and chills run down the back of my spine. I try my hardest to hide a shiver. Even if I did, you’d still see the goosebumps and raised hair on my arms. You’re keen on the little things.
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.
a mess of limbs
tangled with each other,
with the sheets
struggling to reach each other,
to cling to each other
april
He gives me chills. The way he looks at me. The way he strokes his fingers down my spine, the way he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, the way his voice sounds so familiar and loving and safe and dangerous all at once.
“Chiiiiiilieeeesss Baby Back Ribs” The jingle played through the radio into the car. It gave Manuel chills. He was a vegetarian. Meat is murder. “Hi Can I take your order?” shrieked the drive thru attendant at McDonald’s.
I shivered as chills ran up and down my spine. “S-Sam?” I asked, as the dark forest seemed to close in around me. One minute, he was there, and the next, he was gone. And it was so dark, I couldn’t see, couldn’t breath…
Is it just me? Or does anyone else get that burst of electric, breath-taking chills when you hear good music and you can almost taste the bass as it bumps to the same rhythm as your heart?
Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wondering in the everglades
I had one drink but no more
I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move
Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace
Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals
Then I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me
chills can either be good or bad. sometimes you get them just because its cold and sometimes its because your nervous or excited or because you just got your first kiss with someone special. and i think im in love, because nowadays i always have chills, and its freakin summer.
The look he gave her gave her chills, dark and full of loathing, and mistrust. Samaria took a step back, surprised by this expression upon a face of a person she trusted more than anything in the world, a person she had looked up to.
“Don’t fear them,” Serafina said from beside her. Samaria looked up, finding her cousin’s eyes to be full of steady acceptance of a dark, terrible fate. That look gave Sam chills, too. “They can’t touch you.”
Chills ran down my spine. The doors slammed shut, the lights went out. I grabbed on to Henry with the last of my strength. “This is it, isn’t it.” I say, not wanting to hear the answer.
“It’s the end game.” he whispers just before my world goes blank.
Writers block
I get chills every time I read the word chills. That’s a lie. Why did I just lie? This is giving me chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Don’t. Think. Just. Write. About. Chills. It’s kind of cold in this room…
Kevin
Chills is not something I got today. It was HOT today, dripping seat down the front of my chest hot. The only chills I got was when I stepped inside the grocery store to buy dinner. Ahh I thought, this is nice and chilly.
I awoke, chills cascading down my back, my shoulders echoing the rhythm as I desperately searched for a smidgen of warmth somewhere in the bed. The nasty wind howled around the corners of the building, trying to burrow into the bed, too. I reached out and there was a warm back, warm body, warm arm. Turning he reached out, snaking an arm around me and sweeping me into the curve of his body. I never want to be alone again.
Betty Barker
The chills can be a good ting. I mean, then chills you get when a fever is coming on. They tell you that you’re getting sick, that it’s time to take care of yourself. Batten down the hatches, keep warm, drink a lot of water, take some vitamin C.
Kathleen Gabriel
the chills ran up my spine baking the hair stand up all over my body. i began hearing the whispers of the forgotten children that had once been murdered there.
You give me chills. That’s the truth. It’s the way you smile and then look me in the eyes. Your fingertips moving across my skin and your lips over mine. That gives me chills. And I feel chill. Chill. That word, the one I started using around you and became habit.
rebeca
The cold weather on a back. The frightening thought of dread. The sweet touch of two lovers. The anticipation of a life time. Wtahcing something that hits a nerve and make you want to cry. The deathly chill of paranormal
Eddy
You give me the chills, you really do. I don’t know if they’re good ones or bad ones, but they get me everytime you’re in the room. IS it because you’re tall and dark and handsome and smart and have a weird laugh or because you scare me with your talks of death? Who knows, but I get the chills.
Carolin
chills; cold, hearrted, irrational, lost, longing, statements… waiting for a sign,,,
cold shiver happens a lot snow blanket fire hot coco ice cream winter house not summer lovely when its snowing happy
Bear
i have the chills, what are they you ask? they are my very soul pounding on the door for the need of redemation… i slowly watch others pass me by, not realizing what is going on within me….
I get chills every time I listen to that damn song. There is nothing sweet or pure about it. It’s gritty and dark and primal and pulsing, nothing like the perky person I am everyday. But that song is magical, and it makes me someone totally different. Someone who sits on a balcony at two am with a cigarette in one hand, and an iPod in the other with the volume turned up as high as it can go.
it was a chilly day when my cat told me it was time for us to go on a journey in the middle terranean post apocalyptic lands of old europe. nowaday we call it poonlandia. it was fun there, loads of cheap hoes. u should go sometime
I’m freezing. I just can’t seem to get myself warm. I’m blowing into my palms – nothing. I’m still like ice. My hands are shaking and my hair is crisping. My tears are icing over my cheeks and my teeth are clattering and clacking. My thoughts are of heat, but that is not reality.
It was a cold winter night, and the wind was giving me the chills. I suppose that I should have put some clothes on before I left the cave. Where am I? There are only trees all around and it’s dark out. Maybe I’ll build a fire to stay warm.
Ron
you give me the chills, like, deep inside. like, when i think of you. and then when i think of losing you.
He chills by the ocean, waiting for my arrival. The moment I see him in nothing but a swim trunk my heart leaps in my throat. His muscular chest glistens under the moonlight and I am weak. I walk to him with careful steps, afraid to lose my balance in his presence.
Chills ran down my spine as I watched my baby breathe her last breath. I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have let her crawl down the driveway. I should have taught my son not to pull into the driveway quickly even if he was excited to tell me about his new girlfriend.
I shivered. A shudder ran up my spine as his rough fingertips traced lines on my shoulder. I batted his hand away, “Please, Tom, not here,” I giggled.
He shrugged and continued his motion, “Why not, Alecia?” he asked teasingly.
We were on the bus. That’s why not.
When I read a good book or hear a great song, I get the chills. When you pop up on my screen, my heart races and gives me goosebumps. Having the Chills can be a great feeling, or the worst. Sickness can give you the chills and that never feels good.
yes, I have chills. there is thunder outside and I am thinking about leaving him. meanwhile He hasn’t called and I’m wondering if I’m a terrible person at the same time that I’m too tired to care any more. furthermore I get chills when I read the things that I’ve written, and realize that they are true, and realize simultaneously that I have to do something about it. the dog has just snuck downstairs and I am fairly certain she’s going to pee on the rug at the bottom
Chills are sometimes the most incredible feeling, or the most gut-wrenching. Horror movies give you those chills that travel the whole way down your spine and dot your skin with goosebumps. The same can happen in cold weather or with disease.
I felt a chill creep up my spine like a spider having locked on a target. The curtains billowed a husky breath as the wind gave it life. It was a dark night, as dead as the people that were buried under the ground in that place. The light dimmed suddenly, flickered twice, then died. Now it was pitch black, the only sound the crows singing their melancholic melody.
she told me she was cancer free. or rather i read it on facebook. chills exploded up my arms and down my back. i had been reading her updates, this girl i’d gone to high school with, and praying for her and hoping for her. and now it was here. officially cancer free. the thrill was indescribable.
It gives me chills.
To see him again.
See him standing there.. before he notices my arrival.
And for that split second when our eyes meet, there is no distance between past and present.
All is undone.
And for that moment, we are us again.
Your singing echoes across the room and chills run down the back of my spine. I try my hardest to hide a shiver. Even if I did, you’d still see the goosebumps and raised hair on my arms. You’re keen on the little things.
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.
a mess of limbs
tangled with each other,
with the sheets
struggling to reach each other,
to cling to each other
He gives me chills. The way he looks at me. The way he strokes his fingers down my spine, the way he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, the way his voice sounds so familiar and loving and safe and dangerous all at once.
“Chiiiiiilieeeesss Baby Back Ribs” The jingle played through the radio into the car. It gave Manuel chills. He was a vegetarian. Meat is murder. “Hi Can I take your order?” shrieked the drive thru attendant at McDonald’s.
I shivered as chills ran up and down my spine. “S-Sam?” I asked, as the dark forest seemed to close in around me. One minute, he was there, and the next, he was gone. And it was so dark, I couldn’t see, couldn’t breath…
Is it just me? Or does anyone else get that burst of electric, breath-taking chills when you hear good music and you can almost taste the bass as it bumps to the same rhythm as your heart?
Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wondering in the everglades
I had one drink but no more
I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move
Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace
Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals
Then I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me
chills can either be good or bad. sometimes you get them just because its cold and sometimes its because your nervous or excited or because you just got your first kiss with someone special. and i think im in love, because nowadays i always have chills, and its freakin summer.
The look he gave her gave her chills, dark and full of loathing, and mistrust. Samaria took a step back, surprised by this expression upon a face of a person she trusted more than anything in the world, a person she had looked up to.
“Don’t fear them,” Serafina said from beside her. Samaria looked up, finding her cousin’s eyes to be full of steady acceptance of a dark, terrible fate. That look gave Sam chills, too. “They can’t touch you.”
Chills ran down my spine. The doors slammed shut, the lights went out. I grabbed on to Henry with the last of my strength. “This is it, isn’t it.” I say, not wanting to hear the answer.
“It’s the end game.” he whispers just before my world goes blank.
I get chills every time I read the word chills. That’s a lie. Why did I just lie? This is giving me chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Don’t. Think. Just. Write. About. Chills. It’s kind of cold in this room…
Chills is not something I got today. It was HOT today, dripping seat down the front of my chest hot. The only chills I got was when I stepped inside the grocery store to buy dinner. Ahh I thought, this is nice and chilly.
I awoke, chills cascading down my back, my shoulders echoing the rhythm as I desperately searched for a smidgen of warmth somewhere in the bed. The nasty wind howled around the corners of the building, trying to burrow into the bed, too. I reached out and there was a warm back, warm body, warm arm. Turning he reached out, snaking an arm around me and sweeping me into the curve of his body. I never want to be alone again.
The chills can be a good ting. I mean, then chills you get when a fever is coming on. They tell you that you’re getting sick, that it’s time to take care of yourself. Batten down the hatches, keep warm, drink a lot of water, take some vitamin C.
the chills ran up my spine baking the hair stand up all over my body. i began hearing the whispers of the forgotten children that had once been murdered there.
You give me chills. That’s the truth. It’s the way you smile and then look me in the eyes. Your fingertips moving across my skin and your lips over mine. That gives me chills. And I feel chill. Chill. That word, the one I started using around you and became habit.
The cold weather on a back. The frightening thought of dread. The sweet touch of two lovers. The anticipation of a life time. Wtahcing something that hits a nerve and make you want to cry. The deathly chill of paranormal
You give me the chills, you really do. I don’t know if they’re good ones or bad ones, but they get me everytime you’re in the room. IS it because you’re tall and dark and handsome and smart and have a weird laugh or because you scare me with your talks of death? Who knows, but I get the chills.
chills; cold, hearrted, irrational, lost, longing, statements… waiting for a sign,,,
cold shiver happens a lot snow blanket fire hot coco ice cream winter house not summer lovely when its snowing happy
i have the chills, what are they you ask? they are my very soul pounding on the door for the need of redemation… i slowly watch others pass me by, not realizing what is going on within me….
I get chills every time I listen to that damn song. There is nothing sweet or pure about it. It’s gritty and dark and primal and pulsing, nothing like the perky person I am everyday. But that song is magical, and it makes me someone totally different. Someone who sits on a balcony at two am with a cigarette in one hand, and an iPod in the other with the volume turned up as high as it can go.
she said, snarling at the cat… then i just paid her and left. thats all i remember
be gone with you
it was a chilly day when my cat told me it was time for us to go on a journey in the middle terranean post apocalyptic lands of old europe. nowaday we call it poonlandia. it was fun there, loads of cheap hoes. u should go sometime
I’m freezing. I just can’t seem to get myself warm. I’m blowing into my palms – nothing. I’m still like ice. My hands are shaking and my hair is crisping. My tears are icing over my cheeks and my teeth are clattering and clacking. My thoughts are of heat, but that is not reality.
cold
rain
poon
asshat
noir
mist
pipe
rat
raccoon
car
truck
music
jet
plane
cloud
mustard
turkey
lizzaed
punk
funk
weasel
cavizel
calm
rare
old
lovely
It was a cold winter night, and the wind was giving me the chills. I suppose that I should have put some clothes on before I left the cave. Where am I? There are only trees all around and it’s dark out. Maybe I’ll build a fire to stay warm.
you give me the chills, like, deep inside. like, when i think of you. and then when i think of losing you.
He chills by the ocean, waiting for my arrival. The moment I see him in nothing but a swim trunk my heart leaps in my throat. His muscular chest glistens under the moonlight and I am weak. I walk to him with careful steps, afraid to lose my balance in his presence.
Chills ran down my spine as I watched my baby breathe her last breath. I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have let her crawl down the driveway. I should have taught my son not to pull into the driveway quickly even if he was excited to tell me about his new girlfriend.