The feathered arrow glided carelessly through the sky. Green seas of grass streamed below, endless blue sky soared above.
Time stopped.
Blood splattered.
The target was struck.
Mikey.
It rains and your hair looks like wet feathers, the leaves look like wet feathers, the blades of grass look like wet feathers, crushed and mutilated and in some semblance of death. The new world looks like wet feathers – delicate but oily and gross- don’t touch it if you can help it.
jericho
Softly softly she threaded though the air. It was a strange feeling, being airborne. She would never forget it. The clouds nudged her gently: continue!
When she fell, she smiled. The short flight had been worth it.
Jörel
This is one of the words on 100 snapshots and I took the picture of it last weekend, a pretty dandelion from which that my boyfriend blew its seeds away
K
bird to pluck a chicken
to eat
fur
animals
dangerous life
children
elena
feather poo wear flying heart strings of pain opening up into tattered remnants of my heart. Flying bird fuck bitch stabs me with her pencil thin lips sprouting membranes of misery and denial.
scott
light flight in open space
blue stillness
joseph
Feathered! i love this word. I’m just coming after my examination questions was very feathered enchanting one can say
kumar gaurav
Flying. Wings. Feel lifted, and be suspended in mid air. Feel the nothingness below your feet as your body elevates.
Darren
feathered like her eyelashes as she looks at me with her raging ocean eyes, knwoing full well that when she looks at me like that I cannot help but to bow to her every whim… even though I know that soon her eyelashes will fall out and I will be left lonely in the wind.
Katie
upon the distant wings of u=humanity i lay my bedding upon all that we know and i learn from the ashes and take from the trees and the mountains and try to live out in the destitude of my days. instinct upon turn upon generated series of mechanical conundrums and dials.
David Marshall
My feathered cap resides upon my head. Who here would like to see this wonderous thing? I know I would. To bad I can’t for my eyes were plucked from my head long ago. This is a most peculiar thing as it seems that my feathered cap was the cause of my eyes disappearence. If not for this hat I may have very well kept my eyes and maybe some money too.
Jack
seventies hair.
that’s all I can think of. I thought “gee, maybe birds” and then I thought “wings” and then I thought “Farah Fawcett” (sp?)
so it all comes back to the seventies hair.
Meredith
you’re my falling
feathered friend
and i’m the roadkill
you’ll become.
n.
like a peacock? feathered seems like a tacky word. until i think of being tarred and feathered, which must hurt. and then i think of lynchings for some reason…peacocks to racial murders. whoa, the way the mind goes in less than 30 seconds really…
emm
Feathered Blanket Mmm Warm :)
Natalie
soft fuzzy warm loving pillow comfy snuggle up winter time bird hair halloween costume bright colors tropical place
marissa
Blues and blues and blues, but then red.
I look at you longingly in this ocean of –
yellow sun soaks deep into my skin.
Your hair that of feathers,
you flock from my heart.
A pretty bird in it’s cage,
too big for it, it’s wings too large,
it cannot fly nor sing.
Shelley
the feathered blanket lay on the bed, crumpled from the night he had spent making love to her. he looked at it, smiling, thinking of the time they had spent together. he didn’t want to wash it, to change anything. just look, and remember.
Tucker Garcia
My wonderful wife is a chicken, she was born in the year of the chicken and she takes that very seriously in a funny way. I love her and her “feathers”.
bunny
The feathered freak thought best, not to peck this one’s eye out, lest it be beheaded, along with the rest of the chickens, in the morning. Then it’s spirit got the best of it, and it took one small swat of a peck, only to have the hatchet quickly take the grisly pecker off!
george francisco
pidgeon-holed
“peppery?”
“yes”
The colour suffused across his cheeks.
Hanging his head in shame/despair.
:(
daz
“feathered is the sunlight on my next beautiful Tuesday.”
Did I read that right? I flipped the book closed and read the title as the train smacked a hitch in the tracks. “Sunlight on a Tuesday” it’s called. Worst line ever.
I’m returning this book on Wednesday.
Chris
Billowy.
Fluffy.
Made of pillows.
Childhood dreams trapped in between the bits of white fluff.
Falling from heaven.
Kat
a bird or chicken
Shea
I don’t even know what this word means. It’s ok though. I’m not upset over it. I have a good life, and it’s friday. This weekend will be excellent. Maybe my ex and I will get back together…Yeah right…not gonna happen. Keep smiling. =]
Sam
feathered was what he called my underwear
dina
a beautiful mattress light as clouds like a wonderrful dream come to life. I hate how they make me sneeze though, it itches until, ah ah ahCHOO!!! It snaps me out of my happiness like a bug smushed under a flyswatter, so harsh and brief, before i again and snuggled in pillows.
raven wilson
her feathered hair made me giggle…that do w3as 30 years old…her makeup said much the same thing…i’m stuck, and i can’t get up…i can’t catch up
i asked if she’d worn her hair that way for long…she said no…she’d joined her brother at a 70s film fest and came away enamoured.
rickenbacker4001
the bird was feathered with green and blue plummage that extended out farther than i would have imagined. the bird strutted around the field as if it knew how beautiful it was. i had never seen a creature like it; it had such self esteem and pride-it was inspiring. it is a bird…why i can’t i feel that good about myself?? A bird with beautiful colors, a girl with plain features but able to think and move with purpose…what is more beautiful? And how come i don’t feel it??
brenda
The great feathered beast lifted it’s wings and leapt into the sky, shaking off the ashes of it’s funeral pyre as it flew. The old civilizations crumbling, buildings burning behind it.
tammy snyder-bishop
Featherd Dude they are fluffy Birds and swans lol swans are birds i think i may be being random here lol oh no the timer is running out! why is there only 60 seconds.
Alysha
birds are feathered, people aren’t. I wonder what things would be like if we were feathered, would we tickle each other all the time, make each other laugh. the world would be better, laughter is the best medicine, feathers are pretty and weird too, they’re not hair nor skin. they’re something else entirely
freeloader
And there stood the bird, observing the unfortunate circumstances. Why was it that this man, who was being punished for something he had done wrong, strongly resembled a poor innocent bird? It didn’t make sense. And yet, there they both stood, covered in feathers.
Swing
light dusty it happens when i am not looking wish that it could be different… but not able to fly…i am stranded as where i began the thought never becoming idea.
lejka
Time to go far my little funny friend. We have loads of things to do, in the little time that we have left.
Dawn
I love my little feathered friends. I have three of them. Dovey, a little grey girl I found outside, is an injured but wonderful companion. The other two are playful and different, two birds I’ve had since they were babies.
Meowy
Not a good word. See you next week!
JD
like a small bird, only bigger.
layered, warm, beautiful.
I want to feel it touch my skin.
Feathered, bedded, calming.
Everything that was once before this, once so pokey. So uncomfortable. Blood gushing guts for these feathers.
Skye
the feathered pillow was soft and cushioned. it is all i remember of my childhood. it was what i looked forward to every day to go to sleep and just forget everything that had happened. i couldn’t sleep without it. i was deprived of a bed and covers, but i had my feathered pillow to comfort me.
The feathered arrow glided carelessly through the sky. Green seas of grass streamed below, endless blue sky soared above.
Time stopped.
Blood splattered.
The target was struck.
It rains and your hair looks like wet feathers, the leaves look like wet feathers, the blades of grass look like wet feathers, crushed and mutilated and in some semblance of death. The new world looks like wet feathers – delicate but oily and gross- don’t touch it if you can help it.
Softly softly she threaded though the air. It was a strange feeling, being airborne. She would never forget it. The clouds nudged her gently: continue!
When she fell, she smiled. The short flight had been worth it.
This is one of the words on 100 snapshots and I took the picture of it last weekend, a pretty dandelion from which that my boyfriend blew its seeds away
bird to pluck a chicken
to eat
fur
animals
dangerous life
children
feather poo wear flying heart strings of pain opening up into tattered remnants of my heart. Flying bird fuck bitch stabs me with her pencil thin lips sprouting membranes of misery and denial.
light flight in open space
blue stillness
Feathered! i love this word. I’m just coming after my examination questions was very feathered enchanting one can say
Flying. Wings. Feel lifted, and be suspended in mid air. Feel the nothingness below your feet as your body elevates.
feathered like her eyelashes as she looks at me with her raging ocean eyes, knwoing full well that when she looks at me like that I cannot help but to bow to her every whim… even though I know that soon her eyelashes will fall out and I will be left lonely in the wind.
upon the distant wings of u=humanity i lay my bedding upon all that we know and i learn from the ashes and take from the trees and the mountains and try to live out in the destitude of my days. instinct upon turn upon generated series of mechanical conundrums and dials.
My feathered cap resides upon my head. Who here would like to see this wonderous thing? I know I would. To bad I can’t for my eyes were plucked from my head long ago. This is a most peculiar thing as it seems that my feathered cap was the cause of my eyes disappearence. If not for this hat I may have very well kept my eyes and maybe some money too.
seventies hair.
that’s all I can think of. I thought “gee, maybe birds” and then I thought “wings” and then I thought “Farah Fawcett” (sp?)
so it all comes back to the seventies hair.
you’re my falling
feathered friend
and i’m the roadkill
you’ll become.
like a peacock? feathered seems like a tacky word. until i think of being tarred and feathered, which must hurt. and then i think of lynchings for some reason…peacocks to racial murders. whoa, the way the mind goes in less than 30 seconds really…
Feathered Blanket Mmm Warm :)
soft fuzzy warm loving pillow comfy snuggle up winter time bird hair halloween costume bright colors tropical place
Blues and blues and blues, but then red.
I look at you longingly in this ocean of –
yellow sun soaks deep into my skin.
Your hair that of feathers,
you flock from my heart.
A pretty bird in it’s cage,
too big for it, it’s wings too large,
it cannot fly nor sing.
the feathered blanket lay on the bed, crumpled from the night he had spent making love to her. he looked at it, smiling, thinking of the time they had spent together. he didn’t want to wash it, to change anything. just look, and remember.
My wonderful wife is a chicken, she was born in the year of the chicken and she takes that very seriously in a funny way. I love her and her “feathers”.
The feathered freak thought best, not to peck this one’s eye out, lest it be beheaded, along with the rest of the chickens, in the morning. Then it’s spirit got the best of it, and it took one small swat of a peck, only to have the hatchet quickly take the grisly pecker off!
pidgeon-holed
“peppery?”
“yes”
The colour suffused across his cheeks.
Hanging his head in shame/despair.
:(
“feathered is the sunlight on my next beautiful Tuesday.”
Did I read that right? I flipped the book closed and read the title as the train smacked a hitch in the tracks. “Sunlight on a Tuesday” it’s called. Worst line ever.
I’m returning this book on Wednesday.
Billowy.
Fluffy.
Made of pillows.
Childhood dreams trapped in between the bits of white fluff.
Falling from heaven.
a bird or chicken
I don’t even know what this word means. It’s ok though. I’m not upset over it. I have a good life, and it’s friday. This weekend will be excellent. Maybe my ex and I will get back together…Yeah right…not gonna happen. Keep smiling. =]
feathered was what he called my underwear
a beautiful mattress light as clouds like a wonderrful dream come to life. I hate how they make me sneeze though, it itches until, ah ah ahCHOO!!! It snaps me out of my happiness like a bug smushed under a flyswatter, so harsh and brief, before i again and snuggled in pillows.
her feathered hair made me giggle…that do w3as 30 years old…her makeup said much the same thing…i’m stuck, and i can’t get up…i can’t catch up
i asked if she’d worn her hair that way for long…she said no…she’d joined her brother at a 70s film fest and came away enamoured.
the bird was feathered with green and blue plummage that extended out farther than i would have imagined. the bird strutted around the field as if it knew how beautiful it was. i had never seen a creature like it; it had such self esteem and pride-it was inspiring. it is a bird…why i can’t i feel that good about myself?? A bird with beautiful colors, a girl with plain features but able to think and move with purpose…what is more beautiful? And how come i don’t feel it??
The great feathered beast lifted it’s wings and leapt into the sky, shaking off the ashes of it’s funeral pyre as it flew. The old civilizations crumbling, buildings burning behind it.
Featherd Dude they are fluffy Birds and swans lol swans are birds i think i may be being random here lol oh no the timer is running out! why is there only 60 seconds.
birds are feathered, people aren’t. I wonder what things would be like if we were feathered, would we tickle each other all the time, make each other laugh. the world would be better, laughter is the best medicine, feathers are pretty and weird too, they’re not hair nor skin. they’re something else entirely
And there stood the bird, observing the unfortunate circumstances. Why was it that this man, who was being punished for something he had done wrong, strongly resembled a poor innocent bird? It didn’t make sense. And yet, there they both stood, covered in feathers.
light dusty it happens when i am not looking wish that it could be different… but not able to fly…i am stranded as where i began the thought never becoming idea.
Time to go far my little funny friend. We have loads of things to do, in the little time that we have left.
I love my little feathered friends. I have three of them. Dovey, a little grey girl I found outside, is an injured but wonderful companion. The other two are playful and different, two birds I’ve had since they were babies.
Not a good word. See you next week!
like a small bird, only bigger.
layered, warm, beautiful.
I want to feel it touch my skin.
Feathered, bedded, calming.
Everything that was once before this, once so pokey. So uncomfortable. Blood gushing guts for these feathers.
the feathered pillow was soft and cushioned. it is all i remember of my childhood. it was what i looked forward to every day to go to sleep and just forget everything that had happened. i couldn’t sleep without it. i was deprived of a bed and covers, but i had my feathered pillow to comfort me.