You are so awesome! I do not think I’ve truly read anything like that before.
So good to find another person with a few unique
thoughts on this topic. Seriously.. many thanks for starting this up.
This site is something that’s needed on the internet, someone with a little originality!
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A havas táj, amit lanyha, mégis méteres vastagságú köd borított volt az egyetlen, ami érdekelte jelenleg Acimot. Miért? Mert ő nem hallott. Nem mozgott.
Agyhalott volt, már évek óta, egy hatalmas ablak elé tolva.
Chocolate. Thick globs of greasy delicious chocolate. It equaled fat and Megan knew it, but oh the chocolate must have been an inch thick around the tiny salty pretzel nugget beneath the tastiness. Fat. But oh so good. She took the chocolate coated pretzel and devoured it in two gargantuan bites.
Braxton
I wasn’t prepared for the way things had went that night as I sat on the edge of my porch, coated in mud and doused in sweat from what’d happened earlier. What HAD happened, anyway? What had I done? I couldn’t remember, no matter how hard I tried. All I knew was the sinking feeling that’d crept up inside of me was growing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
coated as a wearing future , the future coated because it is presently made from the feelings of wearing the past and this would be coated in recent made adventure, but my coated reason is to be .
Robert Kohlhammer
Melissa was the first to pull away, but Spencer’s fingers gripped the back of her neck, and pressed their bodies closer again. They were both breathing heavily now, but evenly, as though they could keep this moment innocent by refusing to be moved by it.
The first kiss was devastating because it broke any possibility of pretending this was anything else. Melissa hums into Spencer’s mouth, and the responding moan sends a tingle to her toes. When she finally shifts back, she can see Spencer’s lips are coated with her lipgloss. The colour suits her. Of course it does.
The sky stays gray for days, a sheet of clouds painting the sky. It’s an excuse for me to stay here, aware of each minute that passes by, aware each one is wasted, aware I no longer have it in me to change that fact. I hate this, I hate me, I hate that I hate doing nothing but I hate everything there is to do, I want to sleep until inspiration strikes, until I am excited for life, because every moment is wasted in between. The brain is shaped like a cloud, made flesh, and I am reminded is it the only real part of this body made sloth, and so it rumbles and hovers in its gray glory, finding its way through my closed windows, and no matter how many doors I lock it seeps in, inescapable. There is never a moment of peace, and like climbing a mountain in humid air, I can no longer breathe.
he’s coated, dripping and drenched. drowning in sorrows, filling the lake even more with each bottle of beer.
he’s coated, dripping and drenched, and the dizzy feeling in his head is a friend, comforting and lulling him to sleep.
It was coated, just completely slathered from head to toe in the disgusting slime. What was this, where did it come from? It was certainly never something that I had ever een in this world. Who even knew if it was from this world.
Tara
Her boots were coated with mud when she finally got back on the path. She had been lost for what seemed like it had been days, but had really only been hours since her vehicle stalled on the dirt road. It was getting dark. She was lost, dirty, and cold.
Helen
I coated the brownie balls in cream cheese frosting, as my husband, Gabe, walked in the door, returning home from work.
“Hello, Ellie, have a good day?”
“Y
Sasha
there she stood
coated in her own blood
screaming
but not making a sound
there she stood
crying
but not sure why
there she stood
with a blade in her hand
pressed against her wrist
pressed against her vein
there she stood
her arm dripping
coating the ground
in sticky, warm blood
blood
as red as the nail polish on her nails
there she stood
coated in her own blood
wondering
will it ever get better?
My life has been coated with pain, my life has not been like a warm blanket. Snow is cool and solitary, and that’s what I like best, when the earth is still and quiet, like my heart.
Half-past midnight she strolled her way into my room in her baggy white shirt and knee socks, smelling faintly of old cigarettes. The cheap kind. Whenever she smoked I wanted to pluck the stick from her swollen lips and replace it with my mouth; inhale all the smoke from her lungs so we could both get dying faster. But on that night, half-past midnight, when she strolled into my room, she had no such stick placed between her lips. Nothing but late night whispers and a cherry coated tint.
Mayang
“Jenkins. This is Smith. He’s a cryptographer. We brought him in for the message.”
I was confused. Then I understood.
“You misunderstood,” I said, pulling out the bottle, which had been wrapped in a thick cloth.
“This little guy came from Alaska. He needed to be encoated.”
It was covering everything. She was drowning in it. It was everywhere – viscous, heavy, impenetrable. It had swallowed her mind and it was bearing down on her soul, and it had blinded her, a blackness she couldn’t trace and couldn’t fight.
one time there was a PPPPPPPIIIIIGGGGGGGGGG (pigs are cute)…….. LOL ………….
Faith Fagerstrom
vghgygigī
gnbbb
i love chocolate coated strawberrys,pretzels,apples,bread.
joseph
I don’t know if I am write but this word is related to coating like putting a layer of something on other thing. I have just received a mail. My room is coated with yellow paint. How often should i use coated.
Akash Rakheja
She dipped her hand deep into the paint and watched in run over her finger. Viscous. Tinted. Unashamed. She lifted her hand to the wall and ran a streak of the paint across the surface.
I felt coated with pain. From the top of my head, running down through my brain, into my throat, to my heart, my stomach and down all the way out my toes. Yes, coated INside me, too bad it was not at least outside.
His grey fur was coated in ashes. Westchild dodged under the flying rocks from the erupting volcano.
Aldi
The table was coated in blood. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the body on it. The body of my brother. The worst thing was, I was the one who caused this.
The plate of chocolate coated strawberries were sitting in front of her innocently – a gift from her ex boyfriend. The simple fact that he’d sent them was yet another reason she was glad she hadn’t continued seeing him. If he was a real boyfriend that paid attention, he would have known that strawberries were the one thing in the world she was allergic to.
Most of the world was coated with a kind of hard shell he couldn’t crack. He tried using a hammer, dynamite, pleading– yet nothing could penetrate the barrier.
B Slusher
coated in an oppressive insecurity. unsure where im wanted where im needed. where im welcomed. coated with uncertainty. with fear. with despair.
the road or the pavement that one traverses, is usually twice the lenght as the streets of the sides which one finds the edge coated in liking the worlds sense of perspective.
Robert Kohlhammer
Her hands were coated in blood, drenched to the point where they were dripping. Elinor let out a strangled gasp, feeling as if the blood permeated her skin to the bone. At her feet lie the man who had started it all, who had melded her into the form he wished for–a cold-blooded killer. Now she held the blade that took his life.
Alessa
Coated in the blood of those I’ve lost or left behind… Living in the cloud of guilt that I can never get to leave my mind. Desperately I try to cleanse my thoughts of those I’ve survived to look down on. First me meet then six weeks six feet under my feet,
Lee
Chocolate coated. Coat coated human. Sugar-coated truths. These are the first three things that coats remind me of and I wonder if there’s a correlation for the three items and their decreasing relative levels of sweetness. Chocolate coated strawberries or marshmallows or cakes are, literally, sweet. A human being, bundled up against the cold in a lush parka, may or may not have a sweet demeanor. I mean, hopefully being warm would raise their spirits considerably if the alternative would be lacking the parka and, therefore, freezing in the cold? But sugar as a disguise for something altogether bitter and much too complicated to be made tolerable by a dusting of white powder? I should think that the deceptive nature of this sugar would render any of its physical sweetness a toxic impostor.
Indeed, we often like to think that we can cover up the tastes, the sights, the memories, the mistakes, the lies, the past with sprinkling of something more palatable; but in reality, it is this additional compound, this attempt to alter what is, that may be the greater poison.
Robyn
I’d like a croissant coated in sugar. Crisp, sweet with a hint of salt. Reminds me of Paris.
Na Vs
The armor is coated in dust and grime. The knight is geriatric and wheezy. He sits in a chair all day by the window, knitting tea cozy after tea cozy. He remembers the days he jousted and battered the enemy’s walls with his sword. Now he lets the steel rust as his needles fly across the patterns he’s expertly designed.
You are so awesome! I do not think I’ve truly read anything like that before.
So good to find another person with a few unique
thoughts on this topic. Seriously.. many thanks for starting this up.
This site is something that’s needed on the internet, someone with a little originality!
A havas táj, amit lanyha, mégis méteres vastagságú köd borított volt az egyetlen, ami érdekelte jelenleg Acimot. Miért? Mert ő nem hallott. Nem mozgott.
Agyhalott volt, már évek óta, egy hatalmas ablak elé tolva.
Chocolate. Thick globs of greasy delicious chocolate. It equaled fat and Megan knew it, but oh the chocolate must have been an inch thick around the tiny salty pretzel nugget beneath the tastiness. Fat. But oh so good. She took the chocolate coated pretzel and devoured it in two gargantuan bites.
I wasn’t prepared for the way things had went that night as I sat on the edge of my porch, coated in mud and doused in sweat from what’d happened earlier. What HAD happened, anyway? What had I done? I couldn’t remember, no matter how hard I tried. All I knew was the sinking feeling that’d crept up inside of me was growing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
coated as a wearing future , the future coated because it is presently made from the feelings of wearing the past and this would be coated in recent made adventure, but my coated reason is to be .
Melissa was the first to pull away, but Spencer’s fingers gripped the back of her neck, and pressed their bodies closer again. They were both breathing heavily now, but evenly, as though they could keep this moment innocent by refusing to be moved by it.
The first kiss was devastating because it broke any possibility of pretending this was anything else. Melissa hums into Spencer’s mouth, and the responding moan sends a tingle to her toes. When she finally shifts back, she can see Spencer’s lips are coated with her lipgloss. The colour suits her. Of course it does.
The sky stays gray for days, a sheet of clouds painting the sky. It’s an excuse for me to stay here, aware of each minute that passes by, aware each one is wasted, aware I no longer have it in me to change that fact. I hate this, I hate me, I hate that I hate doing nothing but I hate everything there is to do, I want to sleep until inspiration strikes, until I am excited for life, because every moment is wasted in between. The brain is shaped like a cloud, made flesh, and I am reminded is it the only real part of this body made sloth, and so it rumbles and hovers in its gray glory, finding its way through my closed windows, and no matter how many doors I lock it seeps in, inescapable. There is never a moment of peace, and like climbing a mountain in humid air, I can no longer breathe.
he’s coated, dripping and drenched. drowning in sorrows, filling the lake even more with each bottle of beer.
he’s coated, dripping and drenched, and the dizzy feeling in his head is a friend, comforting and lulling him to sleep.
It was coated, just completely slathered from head to toe in the disgusting slime. What was this, where did it come from? It was certainly never something that I had ever een in this world. Who even knew if it was from this world.
Her boots were coated with mud when she finally got back on the path. She had been lost for what seemed like it had been days, but had really only been hours since her vehicle stalled on the dirt road. It was getting dark. She was lost, dirty, and cold.
I coated the brownie balls in cream cheese frosting, as my husband, Gabe, walked in the door, returning home from work.
“Hello, Ellie, have a good day?”
“Y
there she stood
coated in her own blood
screaming
but not making a sound
there she stood
crying
but not sure why
there she stood
with a blade in her hand
pressed against her wrist
pressed against her vein
there she stood
her arm dripping
coating the ground
in sticky, warm blood
blood
as red as the nail polish on her nails
there she stood
coated in her own blood
wondering
will it ever get better?
My life has been coated with pain, my life has not been like a warm blanket. Snow is cool and solitary, and that’s what I like best, when the earth is still and quiet, like my heart.
Half-past midnight she strolled her way into my room in her baggy white shirt and knee socks, smelling faintly of old cigarettes. The cheap kind. Whenever she smoked I wanted to pluck the stick from her swollen lips and replace it with my mouth; inhale all the smoke from her lungs so we could both get dying faster. But on that night, half-past midnight, when she strolled into my room, she had no such stick placed between her lips. Nothing but late night whispers and a cherry coated tint.
“Jenkins. This is Smith. He’s a cryptographer. We brought him in for the message.”
I was confused. Then I understood.
“You misunderstood,” I said, pulling out the bottle, which had been wrapped in a thick cloth.
“This little guy came from Alaska. He needed to be encoated.”
Donuts! Wait, no, that’s glazed. Coats? Nail coat? Aw fuck.
Glue? No sense here.
Warmth, wool, yikes.
almond joy is coconut coated in choclate
It was covering everything. She was drowning in it. It was everywhere – viscous, heavy, impenetrable. It had swallowed her mind and it was bearing down on her soul, and it had blinded her, a blackness she couldn’t trace and couldn’t fight.
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one time there was a PPPPPPPIIIIIGGGGGGGGGG (pigs are cute)…….. LOL ………….
vghgygigī
i love chocolate coated strawberrys,pretzels,apples,bread.
I don’t know if I am write but this word is related to coating like putting a layer of something on other thing. I have just received a mail. My room is coated with yellow paint. How often should i use coated.
She dipped her hand deep into the paint and watched in run over her finger. Viscous. Tinted. Unashamed. She lifted her hand to the wall and ran a streak of the paint across the surface.
I felt coated with pain. From the top of my head, running down through my brain, into my throat, to my heart, my stomach and down all the way out my toes. Yes, coated INside me, too bad it was not at least outside.
His grey fur was coated in ashes. Westchild dodged under the flying rocks from the erupting volcano.
The table was coated in blood. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the body on it. The body of my brother. The worst thing was, I was the one who caused this.
sugar-coated laughs echoed throughout my ears and dripped into my head and into my mouth. i tasted you.
The plate of chocolate coated strawberries were sitting in front of her innocently – a gift from her ex boyfriend. The simple fact that he’d sent them was yet another reason she was glad she hadn’t continued seeing him. If he was a real boyfriend that paid attention, he would have known that strawberries were the one thing in the world she was allergic to.
Most of the world was coated with a kind of hard shell he couldn’t crack. He tried using a hammer, dynamite, pleading– yet nothing could penetrate the barrier.
coated in an oppressive insecurity. unsure where im wanted where im needed. where im welcomed. coated with uncertainty. with fear. with despair.
coated mascara
on his cheekbones
what happens to pandas?
extinction
when i lift weights i get coated in sweat tears and sometimes even blood but i keep going and going until the ground is coated with it.
Airtight. No oxygen gets through. Can’t breathe.
the road or the pavement that one traverses, is usually twice the lenght as the streets of the sides which one finds the edge coated in liking the worlds sense of perspective.
Her hands were coated in blood, drenched to the point where they were dripping. Elinor let out a strangled gasp, feeling as if the blood permeated her skin to the bone. At her feet lie the man who had started it all, who had melded her into the form he wished for–a cold-blooded killer. Now she held the blade that took his life.
Coated in the blood of those I’ve lost or left behind… Living in the cloud of guilt that I can never get to leave my mind. Desperately I try to cleanse my thoughts of those I’ve survived to look down on. First me meet then six weeks six feet under my feet,
Chocolate coated. Coat coated human. Sugar-coated truths. These are the first three things that coats remind me of and I wonder if there’s a correlation for the three items and their decreasing relative levels of sweetness. Chocolate coated strawberries or marshmallows or cakes are, literally, sweet. A human being, bundled up against the cold in a lush parka, may or may not have a sweet demeanor. I mean, hopefully being warm would raise their spirits considerably if the alternative would be lacking the parka and, therefore, freezing in the cold? But sugar as a disguise for something altogether bitter and much too complicated to be made tolerable by a dusting of white powder? I should think that the deceptive nature of this sugar would render any of its physical sweetness a toxic impostor.
Indeed, we often like to think that we can cover up the tastes, the sights, the memories, the mistakes, the lies, the past with sprinkling of something more palatable; but in reality, it is this additional compound, this attempt to alter what is, that may be the greater poison.
I’d like a croissant coated in sugar. Crisp, sweet with a hint of salt. Reminds me of Paris.
The armor is coated in dust and grime. The knight is geriatric and wheezy. He sits in a chair all day by the window, knitting tea cozy after tea cozy. He remembers the days he jousted and battered the enemy’s walls with his sword. Now he lets the steel rust as his needles fly across the patterns he’s expertly designed.