She ran her hands over her pleated skirt one more time. It always surprised her how old they looked. Papery and wrinkled, more colorful than they used to be, with dark sunspots blotting their surface and veins clearly visible, pumping green, blue, and purple under the translucent skin. How would it feel to see him again? She wheeled around in her chair so that she faced her dresser and opened the drawer with the silver chain and locket inside.
Her shaking fingers struggled with the clasp.
Aria
Clasp. Clasping loud. And louder when even the people in the room are still caught off guard.
Cheering in the fall. Never fully knowing cheers. I just lived to be up there in front of all my peers. If people knew or of they did not a clasp and a smile can be won with a wink.
I clasp my memory and thoughts within my brain. The clasp holding them in is sharp, and it swells into a bulging clasp when they grow heavy.
Jordan Hall
this word means to grab, I don’t really know. I heard it and I thought of icky things, I’m a bad person. I really am though, like, I make fun of Boston y’know? I spend too much time on the internet.
Hannh
clasping hands, thats what two people do when they like each other. Its odd that I cant think of anything else about that word. I suppose you could also clasp together a hook or something together.
Kumail
She clasped her delicate hands together and shook them in my direction. “You are not understanding,” she told him. “Listen to me, you are not understanding anything at all that I am trying to tell you. She knows where it is. Let her be your guide.”
He turned his head to face me. “Can you do it?” he asked. “Will you do it?”
holding hands with loved one. close grip. fingers intertwined. needing to hold on. grasping and clasping at something needed. keep it close. love. desperate. jewellery.
Beth Graham
She clasped his hand as they drove through the gate. If she’d ever been nervous before it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Her chest rattled with each breath and she felt her forehead dampening.
Laura McNally
Clasp is when to thinks are struck together. It can be something that holds things together. Like a clasp that holds papers together such as a paper clip. Or like a clasp that holds necklaces together. Clasp is a broad subject. Clasp can mean anything. Usually it is the object that holds 2 or more things together. That is clasp.
madison heick
Clasp is when to thinks are struck together. It can be something that holds things together. Like a clasp that holds papers togetehr such as a paper clip. Or like a clasp that holds necklaces to getehr. SLasp is a broad
madison heick
what if you die and your ash is spread over the sea.. when you rise as phoenix, will you drown or will the ocean burn?
clasp your shirt to the line, billowing dry in the sun, burning bright, white as stars, crisp, clean, smells of soap and flowers, a line of underwear in the yard, diagonal, for all to see, flashing like a stream of fireworks under the sun.
i clasped his hands in mine and whispered, “please don’t go…..we can make this work.”
he pulls his hands out of mine and says “no. it’s too late. im sorry.” as he walks out the door tears stream down my face and i fall onto the floor. as the sky grows darker i remain there through the night.
Amanda Parks
His fingers slowly moved to the first clasp of her dress which was the only thing standing between the two of them. The pretense of looking at a Renoir which hung over her bed was gone, the knowledge that they both wanted each other was certain and time was racing by them as their hearts pounded with anticipation of their bodies finally, being
truly next to each other. This was a flirtation that had been in the makings for years and now the only thing between them was these dress clasps. She was wearing a beautiful Midieval costume for a party she was giving downstairs. She loved the dress the moment she saw it but now the only thing that stood in their way was this beautiful lace and velvet costume she was wearing with a hundred clasps that he needed to unhook. By now the first one was done, then the second…and the third. He was thinking if he could only get to number 50 she could slip out of it. But she knew if she tried hard enough she could be out of it by number 25!
Paulie Aragon
A lot of people do not know how to, in a sense of reality.
simone
She clasps on to his flannel shirt, about to collapse within herself. “Don’t go. Not yet” she pleas. She’s loved too hard, spent too many late nights, too many starry nights with him to let him go. So here she goes, about to confess it all to this beautiful boy. And she does. And he stays.
to hold onto something much more intently then usual. to need it. to not want to let it go. to know that if you do you might never be able to hold it again. to hold it like something greater depends on this bond. to love. to need. to treasure and value. a sense of urgency. like holding the hand of that person right before they leave. you aren’t just clasping onto their skin, but the hope that you will see them again.
jessica
i find you special
like a pearl
i’d like to take you
between my teeth
and grind
to see if you’re real.
The clasp on the suitcase is broken, like so much about her, but she worked it with a bit of string and prays to whichever higher entity was listening that it will keep for a little while. She is rushing, it is still dark outside, but it will not be long before the sun comes up and the other girls stir. This is her only chance.
We walked, our hands clasped together, arms swinging back and forth, smiles plastered on our silly faces. Her face was really pretty in the spotted shade as the sunlight danced on her countenance.
As I got ready for my date, I thought about Joey. I loved how he buttoned his shirt, the way he ignored everyone else, and how I had worn a DRESS just for this date. “I love him.” I said to myself. “I really do.” Lucy came trotting in. “Hey girlie! You like my dress, pupppy?”
I grabbed my purse, and headed out.
Colleen
The man clasped his hands around that of his daughters as he said their final goodbyes. The reason for their parting has been unknown for over three years, but has just been discovered. It is
Nick Qaz
she clasped the locket between her hands, knuckles white. She would never forget his another day of her life. As she got up the physical pain subsided but her heart still pulsated emotional pain deep within her being.
fiona white
I clasped my hand on my mouth to hold back the scream. He soothed me with his hand and licked into me with a rolling motion that made me gasp and hold him down by the hair.
I stood on the beach watching the crab clasp onto the fish as it took it’s last breaths. It was the Circle of Life, yet it was disturbing. There I was, catching the rays of the sun enjoying myself as it died. I wished I could look away, but I was drawn to the “Dance of Death” before me – like some people who watch car accidents. . . what is it that draws us to these things?
Cris
The clasp of the necklace was pure gold, just like the rest of it. He put it around my neck. I turned around and kissed him, but before I knew it, he had to leave. That was the last time I saw him before the dreaded car accident.
She kept clasping the steel rod like her life depended on it. This website I keep going on keeps giving me the word ‘clasp’. What a bunch of crap. I outta troll the guy who clasped my hair like a freak.
Clasp initially makes me think of hands. I clasp my hands together. I clasp hands with someone else. It does not necessarily mean something sweet. Clasp seems more frantic and more immediately necessary. It suggests fright, anxiety, or stress. It’s sudden and quick.
Amanda D.
The clasp was hanging at the entrance right next to his winter jacket. What a good place to put such a precious trophy. He was a fighter. His family knew it. His friends knew it and it was obvious that he wanted everyone who stepped into his home to know it.
Stef
I dinin’t think that the shops could be clasped when I went
amparo aparisi
He clasped my hand tight. I looked up at him and smiled.
sweaty palms press against each other. the sky is overcast, it smells like rain. the wind whips around our jacket tails, my blond hair is in your face. we stand on the edge. everything seems so grey today, is this really forever?
belletoni
Clasped like my hands around your neck
Like it used to be around your heart
Clasped like a lock onto a door
Clasped maybe like the trapdoor on the floor
Clasp can be rearranged into claps
Like your hands when you see me do something amazing.
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I follow you into the breaches if hell, if you so desire.
I just hope to escape your clasp once the journey becomes breathless.
I clasped his hand as i told him the news. His mother, gone. Dead. How could it happen, why would God let it happen? Our hands let go, i realized there would forever be a wall in between us, at least, until he let God in.
Heather
she clasp her hand in mine. i didn’t understand how a girl as amazing as her could love someone like me. But in this moment, I didn’t mind. I liked the feel of her skin on my. I liked the feel of the mutual love.
Stephanie
The clasp on the purse broke, and her dreams spilled out onto the floor. She made no attempt to pick them up, since she wanted to share them with everyone anyway.
tonykeyesjapan
I can’t top the sweetness of your honey coated words, but every time I read what you write about me it’s like you have my heart clasped in the palm of your hand.
She ran her hands over her pleated skirt one more time. It always surprised her how old they looked. Papery and wrinkled, more colorful than they used to be, with dark sunspots blotting their surface and veins clearly visible, pumping green, blue, and purple under the translucent skin. How would it feel to see him again? She wheeled around in her chair so that she faced her dresser and opened the drawer with the silver chain and locket inside.
Her shaking fingers struggled with the clasp.
Clasp. Clasping loud. And louder when even the people in the room are still caught off guard.
Cheering in the fall. Never fully knowing cheers. I just lived to be up there in front of all my peers. If people knew or of they did not a clasp and a smile can be won with a wink.
I clasp my memory and thoughts within my brain. The clasp holding them in is sharp, and it swells into a bulging clasp when they grow heavy.
this word means to grab, I don’t really know. I heard it and I thought of icky things, I’m a bad person. I really am though, like, I make fun of Boston y’know? I spend too much time on the internet.
clasping hands, thats what two people do when they like each other. Its odd that I cant think of anything else about that word. I suppose you could also clasp together a hook or something together.
She clasped her delicate hands together and shook them in my direction. “You are not understanding,” she told him. “Listen to me, you are not understanding anything at all that I am trying to tell you. She knows where it is. Let her be your guide.”
He turned his head to face me. “Can you do it?” he asked. “Will you do it?”
holding hands with loved one. close grip. fingers intertwined. needing to hold on. grasping and clasping at something needed. keep it close. love. desperate. jewellery.
She clasped his hand as they drove through the gate. If she’d ever been nervous before it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Her chest rattled with each breath and she felt her forehead dampening.
Clasp is when to thinks are struck together. It can be something that holds things together. Like a clasp that holds papers together such as a paper clip. Or like a clasp that holds necklaces together. Clasp is a broad subject. Clasp can mean anything. Usually it is the object that holds 2 or more things together. That is clasp.
Clasp is when to thinks are struck together. It can be something that holds things together. Like a clasp that holds papers togetehr such as a paper clip. Or like a clasp that holds necklaces to getehr. SLasp is a broad
what if you die and your ash is spread over the sea.. when you rise as phoenix, will you drown or will the ocean burn?
clasp your shirt to the line, billowing dry in the sun, burning bright, white as stars, crisp, clean, smells of soap and flowers, a line of underwear in the yard, diagonal, for all to see, flashing like a stream of fireworks under the sun.
i clasped his hands in mine and whispered, “please don’t go…..we can make this work.”
he pulls his hands out of mine and says “no. it’s too late. im sorry.” as he walks out the door tears stream down my face and i fall onto the floor. as the sky grows darker i remain there through the night.
His fingers slowly moved to the first clasp of her dress which was the only thing standing between the two of them. The pretense of looking at a Renoir which hung over her bed was gone, the knowledge that they both wanted each other was certain and time was racing by them as their hearts pounded with anticipation of their bodies finally, being
truly next to each other. This was a flirtation that had been in the makings for years and now the only thing between them was these dress clasps. She was wearing a beautiful Midieval costume for a party she was giving downstairs. She loved the dress the moment she saw it but now the only thing that stood in their way was this beautiful lace and velvet costume she was wearing with a hundred clasps that he needed to unhook. By now the first one was done, then the second…and the third. He was thinking if he could only get to number 50 she could slip out of it. But she knew if she tried hard enough she could be out of it by number 25!
A lot of people do not know how to, in a sense of reality.
She clasps on to his flannel shirt, about to collapse within herself. “Don’t go. Not yet” she pleas. She’s loved too hard, spent too many late nights, too many starry nights with him to let him go. So here she goes, about to confess it all to this beautiful boy. And she does. And he stays.
to hold onto something much more intently then usual. to need it. to not want to let it go. to know that if you do you might never be able to hold it again. to hold it like something greater depends on this bond. to love. to need. to treasure and value. a sense of urgency. like holding the hand of that person right before they leave. you aren’t just clasping onto their skin, but the hope that you will see them again.
i find you special
like a pearl
i’d like to take you
between my teeth
and grind
to see if you’re real.
The clasp on the suitcase is broken, like so much about her, but she worked it with a bit of string and prays to whichever higher entity was listening that it will keep for a little while. She is rushing, it is still dark outside, but it will not be long before the sun comes up and the other girls stir. This is her only chance.
We walked, our hands clasped together, arms swinging back and forth, smiles plastered on our silly faces. Her face was really pretty in the spotted shade as the sunlight danced on her countenance.
As I got ready for my date, I thought about Joey. I loved how he buttoned his shirt, the way he ignored everyone else, and how I had worn a DRESS just for this date. “I love him.” I said to myself. “I really do.” Lucy came trotting in. “Hey girlie! You like my dress, pupppy?”
I grabbed my purse, and headed out.
The man clasped his hands around that of his daughters as he said their final goodbyes. The reason for their parting has been unknown for over three years, but has just been discovered. It is
she clasped the locket between her hands, knuckles white. She would never forget his another day of her life. As she got up the physical pain subsided but her heart still pulsated emotional pain deep within her being.
I clasped my hand on my mouth to hold back the scream. He soothed me with his hand and licked into me with a rolling motion that made me gasp and hold him down by the hair.
I stood on the beach watching the crab clasp onto the fish as it took it’s last breaths. It was the Circle of Life, yet it was disturbing. There I was, catching the rays of the sun enjoying myself as it died. I wished I could look away, but I was drawn to the “Dance of Death” before me – like some people who watch car accidents. . . what is it that draws us to these things?
The clasp of the necklace was pure gold, just like the rest of it. He put it around my neck. I turned around and kissed him, but before I knew it, he had to leave. That was the last time I saw him before the dreaded car accident.
She kept clasping the steel rod like her life depended on it. This website I keep going on keeps giving me the word ‘clasp’. What a bunch of crap. I outta troll the guy who clasped my hair like a freak.
Clasp initially makes me think of hands. I clasp my hands together. I clasp hands with someone else. It does not necessarily mean something sweet. Clasp seems more frantic and more immediately necessary. It suggests fright, anxiety, or stress. It’s sudden and quick.
The clasp was hanging at the entrance right next to his winter jacket. What a good place to put such a precious trophy. He was a fighter. His family knew it. His friends knew it and it was obvious that he wanted everyone who stepped into his home to know it.
I dinin’t think that the shops could be clasped when I went
He clasped my hand tight. I looked up at him and smiled.
I clasp my hands behind my back. Thee knife is barely concealed.
sweaty palms press against each other. the sky is overcast, it smells like rain. the wind whips around our jacket tails, my blond hair is in your face. we stand on the edge. everything seems so grey today, is this really forever?
Clasped like my hands around your neck
Like it used to be around your heart
Clasped like a lock onto a door
Clasped maybe like the trapdoor on the floor
Clasp can be rearranged into claps
Like your hands when you see me do something amazing.
Clasp.
I have to express my appreciation to you just for rescuing me from such a incident. As a result of checking throughout the online world and meeting recommendations which were not helpful, I figured my life was well over. Existing devoid of the approaches to the problems you have sorted out all through your main posting is a serious case, and the kind which could have adversely damaged my entire career if I hadn’t come across your blog post. Your main know-how and kindness in handling a lot of stuff was vital. I don’t know what I would have done if I had not encountered such a thing like this. I can also at this time look ahead to my future. Thanks very much for the impressive and amazing guide. I won’t think twice to endorse your blog to anybody who ought to have recommendations about this area.
I follow you into the breaches if hell, if you so desire.
I just hope to escape your clasp once the journey becomes breathless.
I clasped his hand as i told him the news. His mother, gone. Dead. How could it happen, why would God let it happen? Our hands let go, i realized there would forever be a wall in between us, at least, until he let God in.
she clasp her hand in mine. i didn’t understand how a girl as amazing as her could love someone like me. But in this moment, I didn’t mind. I liked the feel of her skin on my. I liked the feel of the mutual love.
The clasp on the purse broke, and her dreams spilled out onto the floor. She made no attempt to pick them up, since she wanted to share them with everyone anyway.
I can’t top the sweetness of your honey coated words, but every time I read what you write about me it’s like you have my heart clasped in the palm of your hand.