he took the clamp and tried to fix the car but he used the wrong one so he tried another and it didnt work until he realized oh dear these are not clamps at all!
His hand gripped my forearm like an iron clamp. “Come with me.” He wasn’t excited or angry, just nervous, but his thoughtlessness left a bruise where he’d dragged me to the van.
He gnawed down, hard. Blood trickled and gushed softly like a gentle stream as he bit his lips in contemplation, fists clenched too tightly for comfort.
The bear trap was clammed down on her ankle, its teeth sinking into her flesh. She gritted her teeth as she tried to pry it open but it wouldn’t budge. She screamed for help but could hear no living things in the surrounding woods around her.
Ashleigh Joy
His hand held mine for no longer then a second, before pushing me away. You could see it in his eyes, it wasn’t love anymore.
Deshani
Your name
it clamps my insides every time I hear it
I feel unforgotten memories being regurgitated every time I remember you
I wish I could move past this.
His hand clamped down on my shoulder, an iron grip that I didn’t dare shake off. I could feel him, standing beside me, his displeasure a thick, stifling air that brooked no disobedience.
“Sir.” I greeted, barely trusting my voice to be civil. “Is something the matter?”
“Something the-?” He broke off, abruptly, the hand on my shoulder tightening to something almost painful. “Something will be.” He growled, at last. “Don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me?” The squeeze for good measure was painful. Then his regal head lowered a few centimeters and he whispered in my ear. “And if you do, then don’t get caught at it again.”
The iron jaws clamped down on his leg. He let out a scream of pain. Tyler struggled against the jagged teeth which were cutting into his skin. “Help me!” He screeched.
clamp. pmalc. I have nothing to say about clamps, except that they are used to close things. Sometimes that is useful, but I think the world needs less clamps, because we all need to be a little more open.
Clamp down on those feelings. Keep them inside, don’t let them out here and now. Don’t speak of them at all. There’s no one who wants to hear about them, keep them to yourself. Let them out later, if at all
Crushing squeezing itching scratching writhing
run you stupid animal
look it’s too fast
you’re about to be eradicated with no ashes to leave
you mean nothing
get out
go home
filth
Carlie Paige
I’m pretty and used and you know that you’re the only one who can make me who I ought to be. So horribly lovely, in that way that only faeries can be. Why did you give me wings? I wanted to stay in my chains, to remain grounded in this land of glacial beauty and savourable pain. Don’t cut me loose, you’re mine.
I remember when we made wooden cars. Cutting them to the shape we wanted. Drilling the holes for the dowels in the car and the wheels. Using the wood burning tool to decorate them, and then finishing them off with shellac. And then, the final test for class. – Racing them to see who won.
Noisy Quiet
sweaty hands.
palms together.
fingers tingling.
ouch! red hands from the tension.
white hands from the togetherness.
clamped.
sophi
crushed together
as one.
slapped together
as one.
hit together
as one.
smushed together
as one.
clamped together
as one.
sophi
clamping tightly onto the pole, i looked down and stared. for only a moment i could feel the breeze through my hair and blowing into my eyes. the only thing that kept me holding tight onto that pole was the numbness in my fingers, but everything else, my future, was below. i closed my eyes and envisioned what i wanted, and slowly let go.
Sarah
They gave him a choice – stump, hook or clamp
The thought of metal teeth on teased fingers appealed
i wasn’t supposed to be here
but while i’m here I see what you’ve got
it holds me back.
my back stands rigid.
once it held my fingers shut.
the pain was outstanding.
my hair stood on end.
i can’t talk about it anymore.
i wasn’t supposed to be here.
Heather
A clamp was pressed against Jensen’s wrist as he lay near the fireplace.
“What now? They’re going to roast me like a pig?” He thought.
“Bring out the branding iron, son.” A sonorous male voice intoned.
His first thought was that surely it had to hurt. He watched carefully as she moved, wondering if every little twist caused anymore excruciating pain that he had ever experienced. Remembering the last time he asked if something hurt, he covered himself and sat back to watch the rest of the show.
Sasha Yedrysek
“Clamp, please.” said the surgeon as he finished cutting the cancer out of my body.
It clamped down on me and wouldn’t let go! It was hungry. You could tell. “Help me!” I cried. But I’m pretty sure no one heard me
joy
I clamped up the last clamp and so the ramp was finally finished. Walking back to the car, I realized that this was probably going to be my last jump for a long time, perhaps forever. I turned the ignition key and stepped down hard onto the accelerator, here we Go!
I clamped down hard on the bicycle seat, it was getting too hot for a ride on a day like this I dreamed of flying up off the bike, into the sky and swirling, swirling, swirling around and around and around and around until finally, I hit the ground. Suddenly I looked up into the eyes of an old woman, she was a gasp.
gerf
Clamp your hair pretty darling. Get that hair out of your face, Un clamp your lips little girl, let me see how your words fall over your face. Twist your thoughts around your little finger
I was watching the doctor put the clamp on my tongue as the needle started to pierce through. the pressure of the clamp did not comfort me as it had previously done with my other piercings. the pain that erupted in my mouth was haunting.
f;kadjhf;kldhiajkmn
The dog clamped down on the dead man’s ribcage and wouldn’t let go. Frank could clearly see the brittle ivory begin to crack and splinter. He tried to wrestle the canine for the mess of cartilage and drooping muscle tendons, but it wasn’t happening.
His partner, Cameron, very calmly stepped over and whistled softly. The dog’s ears fell back. It dropped the skeletal wrist.
Belinda Roddie
Her hands clamped my wrists and she stared evilly into my eyes, telling me to leave her room before she got really angry. I cried and shoved her away, wanting so badly to wake up and not have her as a sister.
They clamped my car today. They clamped my jaw shut when the bouncer broke it. They clamped the handcuffs on when I disturbed the peace. They put the clamps on every last thing left to me. These are the type of clamps that cannot be shaken off at will – these are the types of clamps that will shackle me perennially to the vestige, where there is no space for thoughts to bloom or for hope to settle. The clamps grab you by the balls.
I stuck my hand inside my daughter’s bucket of sand that she’d brought home from the beach. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, pulled my hand out. A crab had clamped its claws on my finger!
chrissi
The clamp wound tightly shut onto my finger, causing me to cry out in pain.
“We -will- find what we’re looking fore eventually. You know that, right? So why go through all this trouble?” He gave it another twist while the large man held my other arm back “Just let us know where it is.”
Briefly I considered telling them, anything to make the pain stop.
The clamp was tightened around the chair leg to the table, no matter how hard the child tried, he couldn’t manage to take it from spot it was in an place it someplace else. No winning against the clamp.
He tightened the clamp around the boy’s bone. “Stop,” the boy pleaded with tears in his eyes. The man chuckled and raised the ax.
he took the clamp and tried to fix the car but he used the wrong one so he tried another and it didnt work until he realized oh dear these are not clamps at all!
His hand gripped my forearm like an iron clamp. “Come with me.” He wasn’t excited or angry, just nervous, but his thoughtlessness left a bruise where he’d dragged me to the van.
He gnawed down, hard. Blood trickled and gushed softly like a gentle stream as he bit his lips in contemplation, fists clenched too tightly for comfort.
The bear trap was clammed down on her ankle, its teeth sinking into her flesh. She gritted her teeth as she tried to pry it open but it wouldn’t budge. She screamed for help but could hear no living things in the surrounding woods around her.
His hand held mine for no longer then a second, before pushing me away. You could see it in his eyes, it wasn’t love anymore.
Your name
it clamps my insides every time I hear it
I feel unforgotten memories being regurgitated every time I remember you
I wish I could move past this.
shut
close down
hold steady
His hand clamped down on my shoulder, an iron grip that I didn’t dare shake off. I could feel him, standing beside me, his displeasure a thick, stifling air that brooked no disobedience.
“Sir.” I greeted, barely trusting my voice to be civil. “Is something the matter?”
“Something the-?” He broke off, abruptly, the hand on my shoulder tightening to something almost painful. “Something will be.” He growled, at last. “Don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me?” The squeeze for good measure was painful. Then his regal head lowered a few centimeters and he whispered in my ear. “And if you do, then don’t get caught at it again.”
The iron jaws clamped down on his leg. He let out a scream of pain. Tyler struggled against the jagged teeth which were cutting into his skin. “Help me!” He screeched.
clamp. pmalc. I have nothing to say about clamps, except that they are used to close things. Sometimes that is useful, but I think the world needs less clamps, because we all need to be a little more open.
Clamp down on those feelings. Keep them inside, don’t let them out here and now. Don’t speak of them at all. There’s no one who wants to hear about them, keep them to yourself. Let them out later, if at all
ok
Crushing squeezing itching scratching writhing
run you stupid animal
look it’s too fast
you’re about to be eradicated with no ashes to leave
you mean nothing
get out
go home
filth
I’m pretty and used and you know that you’re the only one who can make me who I ought to be. So horribly lovely, in that way that only faeries can be. Why did you give me wings? I wanted to stay in my chains, to remain grounded in this land of glacial beauty and savourable pain. Don’t cut me loose, you’re mine.
Clamp
Wood Shop
I remember when we made wooden cars. Cutting them to the shape we wanted. Drilling the holes for the dowels in the car and the wheels. Using the wood burning tool to decorate them, and then finishing them off with shellac. And then, the final test for class. – Racing them to see who won.
sweaty hands.
palms together.
fingers tingling.
ouch! red hands from the tension.
white hands from the togetherness.
clamped.
crushed together
as one.
slapped together
as one.
hit together
as one.
smushed together
as one.
clamped together
as one.
clamping tightly onto the pole, i looked down and stared. for only a moment i could feel the breeze through my hair and blowing into my eyes. the only thing that kept me holding tight onto that pole was the numbness in my fingers, but everything else, my future, was below. i closed my eyes and envisioned what i wanted, and slowly let go.
They gave him a choice – stump, hook or clamp
The thought of metal teeth on teased fingers appealed
Clamp . Lamp. Lamb. Sheep. Sheesh. Cheese. Read. Clamp. Clamp. Clamp. Clamp. Damp. Damp Clamp. Lamp Lamp.
i wasn’t supposed to be here
but while i’m here I see what you’ve got
it holds me back.
my back stands rigid.
once it held my fingers shut.
the pain was outstanding.
my hair stood on end.
i can’t talk about it anymore.
i wasn’t supposed to be here.
A clamp was pressed against Jensen’s wrist as he lay near the fireplace.
“What now? They’re going to roast me like a pig?” He thought.
“Bring out the branding iron, son.” A sonorous male voice intoned.
His first thought was that surely it had to hurt. He watched carefully as she moved, wondering if every little twist caused anymore excruciating pain that he had ever experienced. Remembering the last time he asked if something hurt, he covered himself and sat back to watch the rest of the show.
“Clamp, please.” said the surgeon as he finished cutting the cancer out of my body.
It clamped down on me and wouldn’t let go! It was hungry. You could tell. “Help me!” I cried. But I’m pretty sure no one heard me
I clamped up the last clamp and so the ramp was finally finished. Walking back to the car, I realized that this was probably going to be my last jump for a long time, perhaps forever. I turned the ignition key and stepped down hard onto the accelerator, here we Go!
I clamped down hard on the bicycle seat, it was getting too hot for a ride on a day like this I dreamed of flying up off the bike, into the sky and swirling, swirling, swirling around and around and around and around until finally, I hit the ground. Suddenly I looked up into the eyes of an old woman, she was a gasp.
Clamp your hair pretty darling. Get that hair out of your face, Un clamp your lips little girl, let me see how your words fall over your face. Twist your thoughts around your little finger
He clamps onto my hand tightly
and suffocates me with his forceful eye contact.
I don’t know what he expects –
but I know I must listen
or else the ever-tightening
grip on my hand will surely break me
into pieces.
Clamp clamp clampidy damp. clampy clampy clamp! (sing it like a song!!!)
Happy Holidays my dear fellow Onewords!
My soul has a clamp
It keeps me from telling truth
My lover guesses
Essential for your bladder on long car rides through the SW desert, unless of course you have a penis and don’t mind pissing in the freezing cold.
These cowboy highway vistas don’t always have conveiently-spaced restrooms.
I was watching the doctor put the clamp on my tongue as the needle started to pierce through. the pressure of the clamp did not comfort me as it had previously done with my other piercings. the pain that erupted in my mouth was haunting.
The dog clamped down on the dead man’s ribcage and wouldn’t let go. Frank could clearly see the brittle ivory begin to crack and splinter. He tried to wrestle the canine for the mess of cartilage and drooping muscle tendons, but it wasn’t happening.
His partner, Cameron, very calmly stepped over and whistled softly. The dog’s ears fell back. It dropped the skeletal wrist.
Her hands clamped my wrists and she stared evilly into my eyes, telling me to leave her room before she got really angry. I cried and shoved her away, wanting so badly to wake up and not have her as a sister.
They clamped my car today. They clamped my jaw shut when the bouncer broke it. They clamped the handcuffs on when I disturbed the peace. They put the clamps on every last thing left to me. These are the type of clamps that cannot be shaken off at will – these are the types of clamps that will shackle me perennially to the vestige, where there is no space for thoughts to bloom or for hope to settle. The clamps grab you by the balls.
I stuck my hand inside my daughter’s bucket of sand that she’d brought home from the beach. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, pulled my hand out. A crab had clamped its claws on my finger!
The clamp wound tightly shut onto my finger, causing me to cry out in pain.
“We -will- find what we’re looking fore eventually. You know that, right? So why go through all this trouble?” He gave it another twist while the large man held my other arm back “Just let us know where it is.”
Briefly I considered telling them, anything to make the pain stop.
The clamp was tightened around the chair leg to the table, no matter how hard the child tried, he couldn’t manage to take it from spot it was in an place it someplace else. No winning against the clamp.