I was covered in snow. I considered just staying here forever but I couldn’t deal with the cold. I tried to get my lighter but my hand wouldn’t fit in my pocket. My glove was too bulky and my pants were too tight.
I lay covered in bed. My bed asks no questions. It does not require commitment. It does not complain when I am not on time. We simply sleep together every night, and I am safe with it. I love my bed more than anything in the world.
Brian Bennett
I’ve covered many a song in my day. some might have been some real pieces of art while others weren’t as shiny. It’s always a challenge to bring out yourself when redoing what someone has already done.
yuki
my friends and i always say that we got each other covered and its always true. friendship is the ability to cover the people you care about with love. i am lucky to have such people in my life
emma
I was completely covered from head to toe in what I thought was mud… however, upon bringing a hand full of it to my nose I discovered that it was chocolate pudding. I was completely shocked, wondering how this had come to be on my body. What a bizarre night it must have been.
Savannah
I’m covered in your blanket, Wrapped so tightly it’s hard to let go. I suffocate. I dream. Nothing is how it seems. All I was is an answer. All I want is the truth. Because if it’s truly what you want, I’ll give back your blanket to you.
i am covered in happiness. happiness and despair cover me. covering others shelters them from sadness and hatred and the elements. i am covered by my faith, family, and warm blankets. do you know hoe i cover you with love and glory? do you know what it feels like to be covered in my warm embrace?
Niki
covered is what people are. especially in public. when i go to the beach all i want to do is be uncovered. my soul wants to splash in the waves along with the rest of me. but i can’t do that. its frowned upon. my mama would frown. the family next door would frown. the fisherman down the beach would frown. sometimes i wish that we would all just uncover and that way nobody would frown.
I was covered in ash. I looked up, trying to figure out how to get away from the firery monster in the distance. Smoke billowed from the mountain, hot lava rushing down the sides, absorbing everything in its path.
I grabbed Lucia, who was also covered in ash, and started in the opposite direction of the volcano.
Julie DeNeen
The building was covered in vines, which alone stirred a sense of romanticism in him. Unfortunately, the macabre broken windows, demolished blinds, and candy bar wrappers stirringly set him back to reality. It set him right the fuck down to the hard pavement with a bucket and mop. It even peed on his leg when he stooped down to pet the strays.
teevee
i was covered in it. the icky, sticky, gooey stuff that would just not release me. it seemed to be invisible to everybody else because every time i asked people gave me crazy looks. but i definitely knew it was there.
lucas
I woke up covered in an itchy, slightly musty blanket, lying on my side on the sofa. It appeared to me that I must have been walking in my sleep again, from what Josh had told me I do this quite regularly now. Ever since mum had come over in the fall for a visit and told me the barely graspable news that she and dad were getting a divorce and that Dad was moving to New Zealand. How I hadn’t seen this coming I couldn’t take a guess at. To me they had always appeared the perfect couple; holding hands when they went out, finishing each other’s sentences. They just seemed so..together. And dad moving a whole world away, well that was just inconceivable. He rarely went out of England let alone abroad and now he’s going to New Zealand. “Why?” I kept asking mum, “What happened?” Her answer was always the same, ” we have just drifted apart, we want different things, Lucy”
Rizia Jeffery
covered bridge a hundred years old gone forever in the blink of an eye
the flood
never underestimate the power of water
like a bridge washed away by troubled water
when you lie, i’ll cover it up. when you cry, i’ll cover it up. when you hide, i’ll cover it up. when you come undone, i’ll cover it all up.
Alida Newson
I covered my eyes with my hands. The sight in front of me was gruesome and terrible. Blood oozed from the would across his abdomen, and the area around it was red and inflamed. He moaned in his delirium, and I cradled his hand in mine.
the covered wagon rolled across the vast prairie. The whole world was opening up.This was the one adventure that they were looking and waiting for.
Brittany
Covered with raindrops all over my face so happy to have them, so fresh, covered with early morning light as it falls across my face and entire being and everything else that I see.
zuiko swann
i was covered in snow up to my chin i was freezing and about to lose my toes…i was going insane I wanted to scream but i couldnt my chest was tight and i knew the end was near.
Alyssa
Covered with goo, straight to the zoo. Fuck me i’m covered with goo. Hoo. Hoo.
Spkool
I am covered in smoldering chocolate syrup and it tastes like taffy, I’m not sure what to really say about this predicament, but hell, I’m sexy with this chocolate taffy syrup, but you know I am about three hundred pounds, so maybe not. And I am also a guy … with a lot of chest hair. And now that I look down. this isn’t all that appealing to the eye. Did I mention I am also naked.
Elora
He covered himself with the blanket sheepishly.
“Just because I had sex with you doesn’t mean I’m not going to blush when you just whip it out,” she told him, the blush still on her cheeks. He laughed, still sheepish, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“I’ll make a note for next time,” he told her. Her heart fluttered a bit, though she wasn’t sure if it was from his smile or the way he said ‘next time.’
Madi
I ran to the covered bridge, trying desperately to get out of the raging storm. Not much luck there. But, once inside, I looked out over the river, listening to the dropping rain, I began to reminisce on my childhood. Boy, things have come out differently than I ever imagined.
I was covered in green goo. I didn’t know what to do, or where I was. Had I been abducted? Taken in my sleep? I may never know. WAIT! I hear foot steps getting closer. I’m still covered in this stuff. UCK.
Sahra
the tarp barely covered me, and i had to tuck it under my feet and sit on the back, to stop the wind whistling underneath and taking my warmth. i was huddled between two large rocks, ferns and leaves strewn across the top of me, and only my mud and dust coated face peering out from beneath. i had a perfect view of the clearing below, a clear shot when they came into view.
the tar barely covered me, and i had to tuck it under my feet and sit on the back, to stop the wind whistling underneath and taking my warmth. i was huddled between two large rocks, ferns and leaves strewn across the top of me, and only my mud and dust coated face peering out from beneath. i had a perfect view of the clearing below, a clear shot when they came into view.
A lid covered a jar of peanut butter that was empty, but still sitting on the counter for no real reason other than the last person who used it forgot to trash it because they were in a hurry to get to work. The peanut butter sandwich was actually still there as well.
Ashley
The pot is covered. The umbrella covered me. The hands are covering secrets. The secrets are a cover-up. The girl is covered up with Cover Girl. I’m covering your band. I’m covered, I’m closed, I’m nothing to see anymore. What’s beneath your fabrics and hooded eyelids?
lady
I covered her up with a blanket. And I honestly don’t know what else to write about this word….. Writer’s block is a bitch to me these days. Maybe my head is too covered with drama and pointless stuff. What am I even writing about. Time is nearly up. I kind of want it to be up…
Alexsis.
Once upon a time there was a banana and this banana hated being covered up by the peel, so one day he stripped himself of his peel and resumed with his life, as an uncovered banana, free to express his insides. He was henceforth happy.
Katina
She covered the corpse with a sheet. The room was dank. Musty. She wanted to get out as fast as she could. It wasn’t the corpse that made her so eager to leave. It wasn’t the room. It was more that she knew that someday, this person could be her. It could be her being covered with a white sheet. It could be her dead, without family or friends to claim her. Alone. And dead. That was what she feared most.
Summer
My head covered by the sheets of the bed, I’m staring at the most perfect sky: the one above our little paradise of linen.
I wish i could cover how i feel, sometimes. Wear a mask, smile and pretend i’m finejustfine. A thin veil, maybe; not one of a marital ceremony, although the would be nice, one day, possiblymaybemaybeplease. No; something to cover how much I’m going to miss you when you finally leave for your Great Perhaps.
I covered myself with the black satin sheet with a slight awkwardness that I hope he did not notice. I was not one for these suave romantic situations but I was sure that he was, as I had seen him go home with many women over the weeks I’d tended the bar downtown.
Im sure none of his other lovers covered themselves nervously, they were probably confident and well traveled. I was most definitely not the kind of girl this hight class man went for normally.
Charley
coberto por um lençol em baixo do teto da casa coberto pelo vento. O tempo passa, nos encobre. O espaço está sob a tênue película do tempo.
Vitor
She made sure her feet were covered. She was very ashamed of her feet….they were flat, calloused and very wide. It didn’t help that her ankles were swollen either….all in all a very ugly pair of extremities.
“I’ve got it covered.”
“You sure? We can’t afford any mistakes this time.”
“Yes, now go! We haven’t got much time!”
“I’m going, now. Remember the code word?”
“Don’t worry, I know it, now go get that fiver back!”
In her last hours, when the massive doses of morphine had taken her far from her body she sat upright once, just for a few short seconds and quite clearly told me that she wanted violets, she liked violets. So when the day came when I had to lay my dear, lovely mother to rest I covered her in a purple haze of blooms in every shade of violet I could find.
sharon london
Sometimes i feel so covered up. I feel like everyone just wears masks. Why is that? Why do we live in a society where it is ok, and even encouraged to cover part of who you are? Why is it that being completely open and honest is discouraged? I don’t understand that.
Kim
Whatever it was, it smelled absolutely foul. I tried hard to not vomit all over my hiding place. Somehow I managed better than I expected. I look around, try to see if I can hear any talking. I try, but all I hear is the clicking of shoes on the floor of the chapel, and the struggled gasping of the parishioners.
I was covered in snow. I considered just staying here forever but I couldn’t deal with the cold. I tried to get my lighter but my hand wouldn’t fit in my pocket. My glove was too bulky and my pants were too tight.
I lay covered in bed. My bed asks no questions. It does not require commitment. It does not complain when I am not on time. We simply sleep together every night, and I am safe with it. I love my bed more than anything in the world.
I’ve covered many a song in my day. some might have been some real pieces of art while others weren’t as shiny. It’s always a challenge to bring out yourself when redoing what someone has already done.
my friends and i always say that we got each other covered and its always true. friendship is the ability to cover the people you care about with love. i am lucky to have such people in my life
I was completely covered from head to toe in what I thought was mud… however, upon bringing a hand full of it to my nose I discovered that it was chocolate pudding. I was completely shocked, wondering how this had come to be on my body. What a bizarre night it must have been.
I’m covered in your blanket, Wrapped so tightly it’s hard to let go. I suffocate. I dream. Nothing is how it seems. All I was is an answer. All I want is the truth. Because if it’s truly what you want, I’ll give back your blanket to you.
i am covered in happiness. happiness and despair cover me. covering others shelters them from sadness and hatred and the elements. i am covered by my faith, family, and warm blankets. do you know hoe i cover you with love and glory? do you know what it feels like to be covered in my warm embrace?
covered is what people are. especially in public. when i go to the beach all i want to do is be uncovered. my soul wants to splash in the waves along with the rest of me. but i can’t do that. its frowned upon. my mama would frown. the family next door would frown. the fisherman down the beach would frown. sometimes i wish that we would all just uncover and that way nobody would frown.
I was covered in ash. I looked up, trying to figure out how to get away from the firery monster in the distance. Smoke billowed from the mountain, hot lava rushing down the sides, absorbing everything in its path.
I grabbed Lucia, who was also covered in ash, and started in the opposite direction of the volcano.
The building was covered in vines, which alone stirred a sense of romanticism in him. Unfortunately, the macabre broken windows, demolished blinds, and candy bar wrappers stirringly set him back to reality. It set him right the fuck down to the hard pavement with a bucket and mop. It even peed on his leg when he stooped down to pet the strays.
i was covered in it. the icky, sticky, gooey stuff that would just not release me. it seemed to be invisible to everybody else because every time i asked people gave me crazy looks. but i definitely knew it was there.
I woke up covered in an itchy, slightly musty blanket, lying on my side on the sofa. It appeared to me that I must have been walking in my sleep again, from what Josh had told me I do this quite regularly now. Ever since mum had come over in the fall for a visit and told me the barely graspable news that she and dad were getting a divorce and that Dad was moving to New Zealand. How I hadn’t seen this coming I couldn’t take a guess at. To me they had always appeared the perfect couple; holding hands when they went out, finishing each other’s sentences. They just seemed so..together. And dad moving a whole world away, well that was just inconceivable. He rarely went out of England let alone abroad and now he’s going to New Zealand. “Why?” I kept asking mum, “What happened?” Her answer was always the same, ” we have just drifted apart, we want different things, Lucy”
covered bridge a hundred years old gone forever in the blink of an eye
the flood
never underestimate the power of water
like a bridge washed away by troubled water
when you lie, i’ll cover it up. when you cry, i’ll cover it up. when you hide, i’ll cover it up. when you come undone, i’ll cover it all up.
I covered my eyes with my hands. The sight in front of me was gruesome and terrible. Blood oozed from the would across his abdomen, and the area around it was red and inflamed. He moaned in his delirium, and I cradled his hand in mine.
the covered wagon rolled across the vast prairie. The whole world was opening up.This was the one adventure that they were looking and waiting for.
Covered with raindrops all over my face so happy to have them, so fresh, covered with early morning light as it falls across my face and entire being and everything else that I see.
i was covered in snow up to my chin i was freezing and about to lose my toes…i was going insane I wanted to scream but i couldnt my chest was tight and i knew the end was near.
Covered with goo, straight to the zoo. Fuck me i’m covered with goo. Hoo. Hoo.
I am covered in smoldering chocolate syrup and it tastes like taffy, I’m not sure what to really say about this predicament, but hell, I’m sexy with this chocolate taffy syrup, but you know I am about three hundred pounds, so maybe not. And I am also a guy … with a lot of chest hair. And now that I look down. this isn’t all that appealing to the eye. Did I mention I am also naked.
He covered himself with the blanket sheepishly.
“Just because I had sex with you doesn’t mean I’m not going to blush when you just whip it out,” she told him, the blush still on her cheeks. He laughed, still sheepish, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“I’ll make a note for next time,” he told her. Her heart fluttered a bit, though she wasn’t sure if it was from his smile or the way he said ‘next time.’
I ran to the covered bridge, trying desperately to get out of the raging storm. Not much luck there. But, once inside, I looked out over the river, listening to the dropping rain, I began to reminisce on my childhood. Boy, things have come out differently than I ever imagined.
I was covered in green goo. I didn’t know what to do, or where I was. Had I been abducted? Taken in my sleep? I may never know. WAIT! I hear foot steps getting closer. I’m still covered in this stuff. UCK.
the tarp barely covered me, and i had to tuck it under my feet and sit on the back, to stop the wind whistling underneath and taking my warmth. i was huddled between two large rocks, ferns and leaves strewn across the top of me, and only my mud and dust coated face peering out from beneath. i had a perfect view of the clearing below, a clear shot when they came into view.
the tar barely covered me, and i had to tuck it under my feet and sit on the back, to stop the wind whistling underneath and taking my warmth. i was huddled between two large rocks, ferns and leaves strewn across the top of me, and only my mud and dust coated face peering out from beneath. i had a perfect view of the clearing below, a clear shot when they came into view.
A lid covered a jar of peanut butter that was empty, but still sitting on the counter for no real reason other than the last person who used it forgot to trash it because they were in a hurry to get to work. The peanut butter sandwich was actually still there as well.
The pot is covered. The umbrella covered me. The hands are covering secrets. The secrets are a cover-up. The girl is covered up with Cover Girl. I’m covering your band. I’m covered, I’m closed, I’m nothing to see anymore. What’s beneath your fabrics and hooded eyelids?
I covered her up with a blanket. And I honestly don’t know what else to write about this word….. Writer’s block is a bitch to me these days. Maybe my head is too covered with drama and pointless stuff. What am I even writing about. Time is nearly up. I kind of want it to be up…
Once upon a time there was a banana and this banana hated being covered up by the peel, so one day he stripped himself of his peel and resumed with his life, as an uncovered banana, free to express his insides. He was henceforth happy.
She covered the corpse with a sheet. The room was dank. Musty. She wanted to get out as fast as she could. It wasn’t the corpse that made her so eager to leave. It wasn’t the room. It was more that she knew that someday, this person could be her. It could be her being covered with a white sheet. It could be her dead, without family or friends to claim her. Alone. And dead. That was what she feared most.
My head covered by the sheets of the bed, I’m staring at the most perfect sky: the one above our little paradise of linen.
I wish i could cover how i feel, sometimes. Wear a mask, smile and pretend i’m finejustfine. A thin veil, maybe; not one of a marital ceremony, although the would be nice, one day, possiblymaybemaybeplease. No; something to cover how much I’m going to miss you when you finally leave for your Great Perhaps.
I covered myself with the black satin sheet with a slight awkwardness that I hope he did not notice. I was not one for these suave romantic situations but I was sure that he was, as I had seen him go home with many women over the weeks I’d tended the bar downtown.
Im sure none of his other lovers covered themselves nervously, they were probably confident and well traveled. I was most definitely not the kind of girl this hight class man went for normally.
coberto por um lençol em baixo do teto da casa coberto pelo vento. O tempo passa, nos encobre. O espaço está sob a tênue película do tempo.
She made sure her feet were covered. She was very ashamed of her feet….they were flat, calloused and very wide. It didn’t help that her ankles were swollen either….all in all a very ugly pair of extremities.
“I’ve got it covered.”
“You sure? We can’t afford any mistakes this time.”
“Yes, now go! We haven’t got much time!”
“I’m going, now. Remember the code word?”
“Don’t worry, I know it, now go get that fiver back!”
In her last hours, when the massive doses of morphine had taken her far from her body she sat upright once, just for a few short seconds and quite clearly told me that she wanted violets, she liked violets. So when the day came when I had to lay my dear, lovely mother to rest I covered her in a purple haze of blooms in every shade of violet I could find.
Sometimes i feel so covered up. I feel like everyone just wears masks. Why is that? Why do we live in a society where it is ok, and even encouraged to cover part of who you are? Why is it that being completely open and honest is discouraged? I don’t understand that.
Whatever it was, it smelled absolutely foul. I tried hard to not vomit all over my hiding place. Somehow I managed better than I expected. I look around, try to see if I can hear any talking. I try, but all I hear is the clicking of shoes on the floor of the chapel, and the struggled gasping of the parishioners.
At last the blankets pulled up. The cold still there but the warmth from his body a gift.