They say, usually, that God is in the details, but sometimes I’d like to think the details, are sometimes God themselves. For instance, if you find yourself in a predicament where the details determines life or death, obviously, that is always the case, then yes God is the details. God. Details. Jesus “Details” Christ.
Terence Calacsan
Missed it
A reward of
‘you’re smarter than that’
As if absent-mindedness was a
Demerit on intelligence.
I’m sorry, I’m tired.
I’m sorry, I didn’t see.
I didn’t look carefully. I didn’t care. I don’t.
I’m sorry, apologies have killed me
And the dead don’t pick up
What you put down.
But shift into my spectrum
And nothing escapes
Even in lethargy
Even if I inhabit another skin
For a day, a week, a year—
Its automatic, an energy
A direct route to the brain
I don’t just see a face, I see lips
I don’t just see skin, I see stories
I don’t just see a wink, I see the crease
Coming from the sides of your eyes, a blink
A wordless blast rushing toward me
Like a tsunami.
I didn’t miss that.
I am an Architect and I need details in my everyday life. The drawings I do needs details in order for it to be executed in the right way. I also wish to have a more detailed life as I am planning now how to live fully and happily because I am struggling so much with it.
The small things that make all the difference. This make me think of my wedding last August. Details can consume you. Details can change everything. Detail shows that you really thought about something.
K666
Details are arbitrary things society pays attention to. They’ve been ‘important’ for as long as we can remember and yet we can’t remember why. Details take over our experiences
mady burke
all the little details inside ones head are what make them who they are. its the little things like what they like to eat or there favorite color that ppl can learn and copy but the way one views the world is what makes them unique
and i believe that time universe infinity are consepts that differ among everyone.
shelby
Details Details, the captain ranted, “It’s all details, and I need you to pay attention to them!”
“Yes sir!” The ensign snapped.
“What did you do with the ac coil?”
“Sir, I do not know sir”
“My ship is broiling, and you do not know? That is a pretty piss poor answer,”
Zhelana
There’s a party? What do we want? Details. Someone has a baby? What do we want? The details. While we are caught on each individual piece of the puzzle, we neglect to observe the whole image. It is difficult to put everything together with only random details. How can we live to the fullest with only miniscule parts? Let us look at the bigger picture.
Maddie T.
“Text me deets.”
The cursor blinks. I don’t “send” anything. It’s been awhile, but you’re always on my mind. I often push these thoughts of you out the door. Out into space. Out into another dimension: one where we haven’t ever met. But the truth is when we do meet from time to time I always feel your eyes on me like a sixth sense, like shapes in the periphery. Following along to see what I’ll do or what I notice first that might be out of the ordinary.
g*
pay attention to the small things. the intricacies of life. the details of the big picture. pay attention and do not miss out on beautiful things like love and life.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Peeking around the door, there he stood. The one who always had to have the details. And for so little.
” I should start charging you more…”
” You get a raise when I am confident that you are sharing ALL the details, and not a minute sooner! Lunch?”
“Sure” she said as pulled her purse from her office desk. “You are buying, you are the one earning the big bucks.”
Lisa B
its the same thing as yesterday so I cant write anything
ian
When I think of details I think off like I n a story hey tell about I think of details.
Savannah spiegel
The picture has many details. Details are things that you draw or not even about someone or something.
Julia
When I think of details I think of some one describing something.
Chase tesluck
details are something that describe the object you have
Alexis hogan
What something looks like.
Shawn huey
I don’t no what details means!!!!!
jacob
She looked around, scrutinizing, checking things off her list. She peered over the edge of her nose at the baseboards, the window sills, the corners where the dust had settled. He watched anxiously, fiddling with her fingers.
I have come here for the details.
My life depends on it.
It doesn’t matter what I have to feel, what I have to go through, or whatever the hecks.
I need the details.
Like I said, my life depends on it.
Details are the fabulous part of life that make things more interesting and wonderful. They help us know more about the thing we are talking about and something else about details. They stop life from being boring. Life is not boring when you have details. Details are really just wondewrful and something like that. yes excellent.
monica
The delicate filigree of her wedding band. The deeper shadow of navy underlying the sapphire of her eyes. The crookedness of her right pinky finger. The catch in her voice when she tries not to laugh. He remembered everything about her.
Grace
the details of the case were never made explicit. the body was not identified although many people wept at the funeral. the place, time and weapon used for the murder were also not specified although almost everyone knew it took place in the 21st century, in the United States, and that many murder weapons were used: knives, guns, poison, needles, pins, and heartless recriminations. It’s still an open case but also a cold case. Mysteries will never cease.
Joanna Bressler
the devil’s in the details
how’d he get in there?
forgot to zoom out and scale
now stuck in a square
the angel’s trapped on some rails
locked in a prayer
words stack and blackened exhale
now gasping for air
This might be helpful, to write some details in just one minute. I am not usually very fast, so this site will help! It’s all in the details, after all…
I didn’t give her all the details, but she was sobbing by the time I was finished speaking.
I had done it. I’d broken a person, and there was no turning back.
I knew I had no right to the sinking heart in my chest, but there it was.
Sunny
When writing a scene, you want to focus on the details. Not everything.
Don’t talk about everything in the room or every large detail on a person’s appearance, but what makes them special? If you walked into the room–if you were the narrator, had the narrator’s personality, what are the things that you’d notice?
What personality does that person have? Would it affect their face?
Memorability is in the details.
Everything is in the details. From the twitch of his brow to the drips of water you spilled on the floor, the details are what capture small moments infinitely in time. They take us from hurdle to hurdle, allowing us to grasp onto the easier moments when everything felt okay. To when everything felt whole. We had the water on the floor. We had his attention and his expressions. We were something to be seen.
Jade
I have no details, I have never gone into detail before
ian
“This doesn’t work.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“It doesn’t contain nearly enough information.”
“Pfft. Details.”
“No. Not details, Griff. Information. Full, useful, data-driven information. This doesn’t have that.”
“Martel’s right,” Booth remarked gruffly from her desk. “We can’t send that off to the boss.”
“Give me a break!” growled Griff. “I tried my best!”
They say, usually, that God is in the details, but sometimes I’d like to think the details, are sometimes God themselves. For instance, if you find yourself in a predicament where the details determines life or death, obviously, that is always the case, then yes God is the details. God. Details. Jesus “Details” Christ.
Missed it
A reward of
‘you’re smarter than that’
As if absent-mindedness was a
Demerit on intelligence.
I’m sorry, I’m tired.
I’m sorry, I didn’t see.
I didn’t look carefully. I didn’t care. I don’t.
I’m sorry, apologies have killed me
And the dead don’t pick up
What you put down.
But shift into my spectrum
And nothing escapes
Even in lethargy
Even if I inhabit another skin
For a day, a week, a year—
Its automatic, an energy
A direct route to the brain
I don’t just see a face, I see lips
I don’t just see skin, I see stories
I don’t just see a wink, I see the crease
Coming from the sides of your eyes, a blink
A wordless blast rushing toward me
Like a tsunami.
I didn’t miss that.
The details are in the, um, the, well, ahh, the, you know. The results. no, the effort, no the finish. Maybe, in the end.
I am an Architect and I need details in my everyday life. The drawings I do needs details in order for it to be executed in the right way. I also wish to have a more detailed life as I am planning now how to live fully and happily because I am struggling so much with it.
The small things that make all the difference. This make me think of my wedding last August. Details can consume you. Details can change everything. Detail shows that you really thought about something.
Details are arbitrary things society pays attention to. They’ve been ‘important’ for as long as we can remember and yet we can’t remember why. Details take over our experiences
all the little details inside ones head are what make them who they are. its the little things like what they like to eat or there favorite color that ppl can learn and copy but the way one views the world is what makes them unique
and i believe that time universe infinity are consepts that differ among everyone.
Details Details, the captain ranted, “It’s all details, and I need you to pay attention to them!”
“Yes sir!” The ensign snapped.
“What did you do with the ac coil?”
“Sir, I do not know sir”
“My ship is broiling, and you do not know? That is a pretty piss poor answer,”
There’s a party? What do we want? Details. Someone has a baby? What do we want? The details. While we are caught on each individual piece of the puzzle, we neglect to observe the whole image. It is difficult to put everything together with only random details. How can we live to the fullest with only miniscule parts? Let us look at the bigger picture.
“Text me deets.”
The cursor blinks. I don’t “send” anything. It’s been awhile, but you’re always on my mind. I often push these thoughts of you out the door. Out into space. Out into another dimension: one where we haven’t ever met. But the truth is when we do meet from time to time I always feel your eyes on me like a sixth sense, like shapes in the periphery. Following along to see what I’ll do or what I notice first that might be out of the ordinary.
pay attention to the small things. the intricacies of life. the details of the big picture. pay attention and do not miss out on beautiful things like love and life.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Peeking around the door, there he stood. The one who always had to have the details. And for so little.
” I should start charging you more…”
” You get a raise when I am confident that you are sharing ALL the details, and not a minute sooner! Lunch?”
“Sure” she said as pulled her purse from her office desk. “You are buying, you are the one earning the big bucks.”
its the same thing as yesterday so I cant write anything
When I think of details I think off like I n a story hey tell about I think of details.
The picture has many details. Details are things that you draw or not even about someone or something.
When I think of details I think of some one describing something.
details are something that describe the object you have
What something looks like.
I don’t no what details means!!!!!
She looked around, scrutinizing, checking things off her list. She peered over the edge of her nose at the baseboards, the window sills, the corners where the dust had settled. He watched anxiously, fiddling with her fingers.
Never mind the details just get yourself over here and we can work out the details together.
“The Devil’s in the details.” she says.
“What? What does that even mean?” She ignores the worried look on his face.
“You’ll see later. You know, when you’re burning in hell.”
I have come here for the details.
My life depends on it.
It doesn’t matter what I have to feel, what I have to go through, or whatever the hecks.
I need the details.
Like I said, my life depends on it.
It’s all in the details.
The bigger picture is a grand old thing, but it’s the details that make it so.
This I know.
why should i tell you details
when you´re not responding
our what is descending
into something i call pearls
tasty skinny solid pearls
pearls that i dont
nor intend to wear
because you like
what i would not eat
sad
sad
when i should be happy
i know who
what
why
not
i hate that i was wrong
and you´re not even trying
crying on a piece of…website
as usual
Details are the fabulous part of life that make things more interesting and wonderful. They help us know more about the thing we are talking about and something else about details. They stop life from being boring. Life is not boring when you have details. Details are really just wondewrful and something like that. yes excellent.
The delicate filigree of her wedding band. The deeper shadow of navy underlying the sapphire of her eyes. The crookedness of her right pinky finger. The catch in her voice when she tries not to laugh. He remembered everything about her.
the details of the case were never made explicit. the body was not identified although many people wept at the funeral. the place, time and weapon used for the murder were also not specified although almost everyone knew it took place in the 21st century, in the United States, and that many murder weapons were used: knives, guns, poison, needles, pins, and heartless recriminations. It’s still an open case but also a cold case. Mysteries will never cease.
the devil’s in the details
how’d he get in there?
forgot to zoom out and scale
now stuck in a square
the angel’s trapped on some rails
locked in a prayer
words stack and blackened exhale
now gasping for air
This might be helpful, to write some details in just one minute. I am not usually very fast, so this site will help! It’s all in the details, after all…
I didn’t give her all the details, but she was sobbing by the time I was finished speaking.
I had done it. I’d broken a person, and there was no turning back.
I knew I had no right to the sinking heart in my chest, but there it was.
When writing a scene, you want to focus on the details. Not everything.
Don’t talk about everything in the room or every large detail on a person’s appearance, but what makes them special? If you walked into the room–if you were the narrator, had the narrator’s personality, what are the things that you’d notice?
What personality does that person have? Would it affect their face?
Memorability is in the details.
Everything is in the details. From the twitch of his brow to the drips of water you spilled on the floor, the details are what capture small moments infinitely in time. They take us from hurdle to hurdle, allowing us to grasp onto the easier moments when everything felt okay. To when everything felt whole. We had the water on the floor. We had his attention and his expressions. We were something to be seen.
I have no details, I have never gone into detail before
“This doesn’t work.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“It doesn’t contain nearly enough information.”
“Pfft. Details.”
“No. Not details, Griff. Information. Full, useful, data-driven information. This doesn’t have that.”
“Martel’s right,” Booth remarked gruffly from her desk. “We can’t send that off to the boss.”
“Give me a break!” growled Griff. “I tried my best!”