The stone (if that’s what it was) popped out at her as she walked on the old path by the deserted factory buildings. It had a dull but distinctive gleam. She stopped and picked it up, wondering if it was safe to do so. It was about the size of a golf ball, although to compare it to something so prosaic as that seemed odd and incongruous. She held it in her hand. A dull heat emanated from it. As continued to look at it, it started to glow.
foundobject
I held him tightly. I never wanted to let go. We had onlty just met and it felt like I was home. Where had this feeling come from. We were strangers, yet we were not. On a cold city street on the 27th of may at 3am, I had made a connection. I held him.
Whne we parted, althought I had physically let him go. i still held him in my mind. I knew somehow that we would be together one day.
I only kmew his first name and the island he lived on, I set about finding him and eventually I did. When icaught sight of him again I knew that he was with me forever.
Jacqui C
i haven’t held her in two weeks.
zeke
one word is a word which has only one word.
Ramya
He held me in his arms and told me he loved me morethen the sun and the moon. He held me in his arms and kissed me gently whilst stroking my hair. He held me in his arms and told me he loved me. He held me tighter then anyone ever had before.. <3 I love him
Jessica Rein
You will be held by me until the end of days, because holding you is what life is about.
Bart Calendar
I held him long and tight before I said my final goodbye. He was the cutest 2 year old boy I’d ever seen in my life. Blue eyes and white blonde hair. Completely trusting me and loving me unconditionally. If only I can hold him once more.
Dizzy Dee
i love to be held as i’m watching a sunset. i also love being held when i am going to sleep. held. held. held. now the word makes no sense. he held me. when i called him and he came over, he held me as i cried. he held me as i cried that other time, too.
chris
I held her in my arms, screaming her name. I’d fucked her while she slept, she cried. It wasn’t long before her parents were home. They just watched and sat there, comfy in there lazy chair. It was love at first site. Innocents… it’s here. It’s now. It’s all that ever was.
Farfetched
He held me so tight I didn’t know what to do with the small space in his arms. I wanted to breathe, to think, but he held me there, breathing for the two of us, crying for his fear of losing me. Holding me tightly to quell the gypsy inside of me who longed to break free and run away to Italy. Yet again. So I held him back. I didn’t know what else to do.
Tina
being held captive is probably the worst feeling ever! she could never recover from the feeling of being trapped!
nuzzy
he held on to me and it felt so good. i miss it whenever he’s gone. being held is one of the most powerful feelings in the world. i know that it seems like “o, i need to be held to feel good” but its not like that. its more along the lines of, i have the power to make someone want to hold onto me. it’s so powerful, and yet so safe at the same time
Kate
her arms enclosed me, slowed my breathing. I felt displaced until I came here, she was the best drug in the world. her calmness transfered across to me, it was love dsiguised as liquid. Like revenge but less potent.
Timb
The note was firmly held in the man’s hand. The police said that a worker on an early shift had found him like this. They didn’t know it at the time, but that note was going to shake an entire city and cause the downfall of one of the town’s most prominent figures.
W. Guile
held, everyone needs to be held sometimes. Baby’s need to be touched to develop. But being held is more than that, its sacrificing your control, your power, its admitting you need help, you need love, you need people, it’s admitting that no one can survive alone.
nora
he held me in the sunlight, and changed my world. he held my heart in his hand, and then his teeth.
Rowan Watson
I held his hand
Tracy
He gently held the bird in his hand, so as not to crush it. “Did it fall out of its nest?” he thought.
DougM
I held my breath
Yours fanned against my collarbone
We hung in thin air
Like acrobats, costumed
In plastic sequins
Manufactured with love
And then
As we twist in our silk
Laugh, then kiss.
Grizabella
If I held a baby in my arms, would I be happy?
Aimdezilaere
He held her hand as she crossed the street. That’s all she really remembers about her father, even when she strains and concentrates on those years long past. His hands were large, and rough, callused with years of work. She remembers believing that those hands could hold up the world.
Caitlin
i held his hand for the first time and i’ll never forget the warmth of it.
it’s like the first time you breathe or the first time you speak. you feel like a child. and suddenly, it’s all you know or want to know.
marisa desisto
“I held back, you know,” Kevin said.
Jason swiped at his eye, dabbed at his cut lip. “That’s what you say.”
“That is what he says, and it’s the truth,” Simon chimed in. He straightened up from where he was leaning against the wall. “You see, we had orders to kill you. He just wanted to play first is all.”
Jason started. “The hell?”
“That’s the truth,” Simon said, drew a gun, and shot him.
Kevin laughed.
Nagi
I love to be held. I love the closeness that you feel being held. It feels so safe and protected. It is amazing that someone else’s arms could make you feel invincible.
Teju
held in every doubt, held simple, held stout. held had long ago, never again been held like i was held before. longest, trollop she says. words poised like arrows drawn.
Svakanda
I held my own hand as I watched the sun rise and fall.
Taming my nature of going to fast.
Missing the best parts of life.
Now I was holding them
sarah Carlsen
hold my hand, don’t let me jump. Just hold me tigth and show me you care. Let me know you’re here for me, and i have reason to stay.
boenli
HEY! Not fair! I already got the word held! Is held the only word that you can get on this site. I hope not, because I think it’s a great site. I was stumbling and came across it and … Oops, time is up!
Bye!
Mitchell
he held my face as he kissed me, he held me cradled against his chest with my arms around him, he held me until i didn’t know what was him and what was me.
~anna
I like to hold things. When I hold things, they generally do not fall from my grip. That makes me happy, though I frequently drop things. Maybe my clumsiness is a result of my being unable to hold things properly, but what can I do?
Mitchell
I held my grandson and we cried. Yes, your dad is dead, I said.
Susan
i held noone, . I’m lonely i want to be held i want to be cuddled. I wish i was in love. it not that no one loves me its that i dont love anyone i think that it worse. If i had someone i wanted and couldn’t have i think that would be better
irh
He held me close to his heart. Or at least I thought he did.
Analise
I held you in my arms and at the same time watched the football game. The defense held the Giants on 4th and 1. I hid my disappointment.
Charles Marrelli
I held her tightly, feeling the warmth fleeing from her. I felt the tears run down my face, and at that moment I had never felt more powerless.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were after me, had come for me, and yet because of me, she lay here dying in my arms.
I could never forgive myself for what I had wrought today,s imply by being, and they were going to pay, my life was an cheap price to pay for revenge.
M
I held my newborn daughter for the first time. I felt her soft, fuzzy head and knew that I would never be the same again. She was mine to love forever.
Liz
She told me: hold me tight, dont let me go, please.
I never said to you that I loved you since the beggining and that I wanted to spend all my life with you, but know, dont let me go, so with a teardrop in my eye, i held her.
abarro
held is a condition i’d wish for. who doesn’t want, from time to time, to be held?
andy
You’ll be back soon. I know it.
We both have no money and nowhere to go, but sometimes I swear it’s true – it’s possible to live on love alone.
We had our first drinks together and I carried you home and peed in your toilet while you puked in the sink.
I miss your stories about blowjobs and sex and the way you used to kiss me on the mouth and I used to shy away.
But we both knew it. I’m shy.
And we were fucking epic.
Aisling
It was a beautiful shark. Arching and aching for the mid-day sun. I held my footing, near the sandy undertow. Jeremy, behind me, looking like Spring. Wanting to pierce every surface.
The stone (if that’s what it was) popped out at her as she walked on the old path by the deserted factory buildings. It had a dull but distinctive gleam. She stopped and picked it up, wondering if it was safe to do so. It was about the size of a golf ball, although to compare it to something so prosaic as that seemed odd and incongruous. She held it in her hand. A dull heat emanated from it. As continued to look at it, it started to glow.
I held him tightly. I never wanted to let go. We had onlty just met and it felt like I was home. Where had this feeling come from. We were strangers, yet we were not. On a cold city street on the 27th of may at 3am, I had made a connection. I held him.
Whne we parted, althought I had physically let him go. i still held him in my mind. I knew somehow that we would be together one day.
I only kmew his first name and the island he lived on, I set about finding him and eventually I did. When icaught sight of him again I knew that he was with me forever.
i haven’t held her in two weeks.
one word is a word which has only one word.
He held me in his arms and told me he loved me morethen the sun and the moon. He held me in his arms and kissed me gently whilst stroking my hair. He held me in his arms and told me he loved me. He held me tighter then anyone ever had before.. <3 I love him
You will be held by me until the end of days, because holding you is what life is about.
I held him long and tight before I said my final goodbye. He was the cutest 2 year old boy I’d ever seen in my life. Blue eyes and white blonde hair. Completely trusting me and loving me unconditionally. If only I can hold him once more.
i love to be held as i’m watching a sunset. i also love being held when i am going to sleep. held. held. held. now the word makes no sense. he held me. when i called him and he came over, he held me as i cried. he held me as i cried that other time, too.
I held her in my arms, screaming her name. I’d fucked her while she slept, she cried. It wasn’t long before her parents were home. They just watched and sat there, comfy in there lazy chair. It was love at first site. Innocents… it’s here. It’s now. It’s all that ever was.
He held me so tight I didn’t know what to do with the small space in his arms. I wanted to breathe, to think, but he held me there, breathing for the two of us, crying for his fear of losing me. Holding me tightly to quell the gypsy inside of me who longed to break free and run away to Italy. Yet again. So I held him back. I didn’t know what else to do.
being held captive is probably the worst feeling ever! she could never recover from the feeling of being trapped!
he held on to me and it felt so good. i miss it whenever he’s gone. being held is one of the most powerful feelings in the world. i know that it seems like “o, i need to be held to feel good” but its not like that. its more along the lines of, i have the power to make someone want to hold onto me. it’s so powerful, and yet so safe at the same time
her arms enclosed me, slowed my breathing. I felt displaced until I came here, she was the best drug in the world. her calmness transfered across to me, it was love dsiguised as liquid. Like revenge but less potent.
The note was firmly held in the man’s hand. The police said that a worker on an early shift had found him like this. They didn’t know it at the time, but that note was going to shake an entire city and cause the downfall of one of the town’s most prominent figures.
held, everyone needs to be held sometimes. Baby’s need to be touched to develop. But being held is more than that, its sacrificing your control, your power, its admitting you need help, you need love, you need people, it’s admitting that no one can survive alone.
he held me in the sunlight, and changed my world. he held my heart in his hand, and then his teeth.
I held his hand
He gently held the bird in his hand, so as not to crush it. “Did it fall out of its nest?” he thought.
I held my breath
Yours fanned against my collarbone
We hung in thin air
Like acrobats, costumed
In plastic sequins
Manufactured with love
And then
As we twist in our silk
Laugh, then kiss.
If I held a baby in my arms, would I be happy?
He held her hand as she crossed the street. That’s all she really remembers about her father, even when she strains and concentrates on those years long past. His hands were large, and rough, callused with years of work. She remembers believing that those hands could hold up the world.
i held his hand for the first time and i’ll never forget the warmth of it.
it’s like the first time you breathe or the first time you speak. you feel like a child. and suddenly, it’s all you know or want to know.
“I held back, you know,” Kevin said.
Jason swiped at his eye, dabbed at his cut lip. “That’s what you say.”
“That is what he says, and it’s the truth,” Simon chimed in. He straightened up from where he was leaning against the wall. “You see, we had orders to kill you. He just wanted to play first is all.”
Jason started. “The hell?”
“That’s the truth,” Simon said, drew a gun, and shot him.
Kevin laughed.
I love to be held. I love the closeness that you feel being held. It feels so safe and protected. It is amazing that someone else’s arms could make you feel invincible.
held in every doubt, held simple, held stout. held had long ago, never again been held like i was held before. longest, trollop she says. words poised like arrows drawn.
I held my own hand as I watched the sun rise and fall.
Taming my nature of going to fast.
Missing the best parts of life.
Now I was holding them
hold my hand, don’t let me jump. Just hold me tigth and show me you care. Let me know you’re here for me, and i have reason to stay.
HEY! Not fair! I already got the word held! Is held the only word that you can get on this site. I hope not, because I think it’s a great site. I was stumbling and came across it and … Oops, time is up!
Bye!
he held my face as he kissed me, he held me cradled against his chest with my arms around him, he held me until i didn’t know what was him and what was me.
I like to hold things. When I hold things, they generally do not fall from my grip. That makes me happy, though I frequently drop things. Maybe my clumsiness is a result of my being unable to hold things properly, but what can I do?
I held my grandson and we cried. Yes, your dad is dead, I said.
i held noone, . I’m lonely i want to be held i want to be cuddled. I wish i was in love. it not that no one loves me its that i dont love anyone i think that it worse. If i had someone i wanted and couldn’t have i think that would be better
He held me close to his heart. Or at least I thought he did.
I held you in my arms and at the same time watched the football game. The defense held the Giants on 4th and 1. I hid my disappointment.
I held her tightly, feeling the warmth fleeing from her. I felt the tears run down my face, and at that moment I had never felt more powerless.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were after me, had come for me, and yet because of me, she lay here dying in my arms.
I could never forgive myself for what I had wrought today,s imply by being, and they were going to pay, my life was an cheap price to pay for revenge.
I held my newborn daughter for the first time. I felt her soft, fuzzy head and knew that I would never be the same again. She was mine to love forever.
She told me: hold me tight, dont let me go, please.
I never said to you that I loved you since the beggining and that I wanted to spend all my life with you, but know, dont let me go, so with a teardrop in my eye, i held her.
held is a condition i’d wish for. who doesn’t want, from time to time, to be held?
You’ll be back soon. I know it.
We both have no money and nowhere to go, but sometimes I swear it’s true – it’s possible to live on love alone.
We had our first drinks together and I carried you home and peed in your toilet while you puked in the sink.
I miss your stories about blowjobs and sex and the way you used to kiss me on the mouth and I used to shy away.
But we both knew it. I’m shy.
And we were fucking epic.
It was a beautiful shark. Arching and aching for the mid-day sun. I held my footing, near the sandy undertow. Jeremy, behind me, looking like Spring. Wanting to pierce every surface.