If my heart was a mantle
you’d be the centerpiece of it’s
decoration
Sara Blanton
On top of the mantle sat a golden carriage clock. The cat watched it intently as it ticked back and forth. Candles flickered around the room. Her mistress sat in a chair drinking red wine, also watching the clock intently. He would not be coming home again.
Hannah
The mantle over the fireplace holds many a memory, of family trips, birthdays, and other happy memories. Yet it hid the terrible secrets hidden within the flames below it.
Brooke
There was a picture frame on the mantle. Only one, sitting alone above the large, stone fireplace. The frame was beautiful, ornate. An antique.
The frame was empty.
Melody
he carried it with him as he walked the barren wastelands. Decked across his shoulders, a long oblong piece of black wood. It wasn’t black in color, it was made that way through years of burning fires and soot that had worked into the soft wood.
The previous adornments followed in its wake, dropped castles and trophies that lingered in the sand.
Shanna Wynne
And on the mantle, sat a little red rose. Sadly, this little rose, was shriveling. It was in desperate need of water. People ignored its silent cries for water, until one day. Phillip came along, and found mercy for this rose. And, he watered it.
michaela
every christimas, i wished we’d had a mantle so that we could hang things on it and put decorations around a fireplace. for some reason, i thought it would make our holdiays more enjoyable and worthwhile. then i realized that it was my family that was unbearable. not the absence of a fireplace.
made better
His hat sat upon the mantle piece. He pulled a cigarette out of his almost finished box and pondered the task he had ahead of him while he lit it.
Ryan Ashton
He took the mantle and flung it over himself. Outside the treacherous winds blew it all over, whipping it against him. It was simply a matter of time before the cold had its way with him.
Phillip Holland
The cloak. The coat, the cover of the fireplace. It’s a place to rest things, to lace objects for display. The cloak conceals, the mantle displays. Disclosure or enclosure. Mantle. Mantle.
Sherri E.
He knew that, despite the promises to his father, he’d never be able to take over the family business. Not while he still had his own dreams that needed chasing.
ugotapanda
Atop the burning fireplace in the house she doesn’t want to be in. It is loaded with pictures of her two siblings and other family members…none of herself. She noticed this at such a young age that she began to doubt love and even her very existence. She left.
Anonymous
Pictures once neatly arranged on the mantle where dust now gathers marking the passing of time.
Eveseer
The mantle held my father’s urn. We had set it there when he passed, and it had remained there for sixteen years. Every year, on his birthday, we would take it down and clean the mantle.. that is until Mom got Louie – the cat who jumped onto the mantle, knocking the urn down down down to the ground. Now, we pay our respects to out dear father, by taking good care of the acuum cleaner in which his ashes lie.
Melly
i did this one yesterday, so i set the crossword on the mantle as proof to the whole room i can do them in pen without mistakes. of course nobody belived me when i told them initially, so there is the evidence, in plain sight.
moon
Hold up the world, another blue cloak of swirling dust, the mantle of encrusted conditions and degenerate fluff is gliding by, worn by an unknown face with a limp to the west and a prod to the east. Light a fire so the mantle’s ashes trail and smoke wags its bottlebrush tail, signals going up that Atlas at last is dead, the round earth now set in a square peg of forced resolution, time dragging its dirty nylon hem, the new order understood only when the beginning overlaps the end.
sam
No one ever hit the ball the way Mantle did. Not only did he hit tape-measure homeruns, but he did it from both sides of the plate. In his heyday he could run, catch anything that was near him and hit for average as well.
Mantle was baseball in the 50’s and 60’s.
Scott Varengo
A ledge or shelf that is located above a fireplace.
Trey
at my house growing up, we didnt have many things on our mantle. some people just have too much shit on their mantles.
Beth
Mantle reminds me of a preying mantis…there’s a mantis in my pantis, my friend used to say. It’s a costa rica thing and another bug I’m afraid of. Yes, I know the word is mantle.
Shan
Shelf over a fire place.
Nick Pasquariello
fire flames licking the varnished beams that stood like sentinels at the gates of hell. the first flame made them sweat. the second flame made them swelter the third flame would send them running if the had feet! but instead for years they have held the curtains for the family that sits close by.
tina
A mantle is a furry thing one wears around her neck. Rather rediculous looking, especially in Arizona. But a mantle is also a part of a fireplace- isn’t it? That warm place where children dream.
Chantel
i think about christmas, there’s gotta be some kind of fire roaring underneath it, the whole room mostly black with the orange glows on peoples faces, i see little trinkets and knick knacks scattered on top of the mantle with the thinnest layer of dust, nothing in the room but quiet and popping, soft wood popping.
christian
mantle. whats this interesting word that i see? i guess its supposed to be a platform or shelf or sorts? like mantle piece?
a place to display. the past, the achievements, the things that one is proud of. and to display them for all to say. a mark of appreciation? a gesture of gratitude? or simply a blatant showing off of ego?
Tan MC
well, i’m torn between micky mantle and something more along the lines of the Mantle of Christ. or is it Allasokar’s mantle in the Broken Sword series? It’s hard not to just write a definition when you’re free-writing about a word.
The mantle shone with a light all its own.
linda
On top of the mantle lay her most prized possession: a diamond bracelet. How it came to be hers, no one knows, not even her. But there it sits day after day collecting dust and not telling it’s true story.
Amanda Hutton age 15 =]
upon the mantle were pictures of her family that looked so perfect, but really, no one knew, they were broken. Her father a drinker, her sister depressed, and her mother long since, ready to leave this world. Ready to run, run. She wanted to run, nothing on her feet, nothing to stop her, no hurdles, just a straight shot.
abbie
fireplace stockings pictures candles
rebeka
i keep my medals on the mantle. i like to keep them there for everyone to see, that gives me a chance to talk about my great achievements with the people who ask me about it. some may call this a bit narcissistic but i don’t care, i like it like that.
B
mantlepieces
falling on the
fire in the warehouse
so you had to put it
down and out.
where are you going?
thought you could leave
behind your destiny?
well, that was just a dream.
a lover, a dreamer,
me?
nah.
what, are
you gonna
cry?
Jenealia
on the top of my mantle s a load of old rubbish elastic bands old tube tickets cds and other such crap above the mantle is a fantastically elaborate mirror that I picked up in warehouse on a visit to my friend when she lived in Northants. She is not living there any more because she felt sad about leaving her friends and family so with her new husband they came back down to live. I attended there wedding, it was a lovely affair which took place in a very old castle near Edinburgh in Scotland. She looked like a princess on that very sunny and blustery day. She was very late for her wedding. So much so that we all had to leave the small chapel to go to the loo.
debbie williams
placed on my mantle for all to see
hard shaped mouth and tall body.
Just above the fireplace you stand,
not blacked by ash but coal anyway.
are you lonely?
With your overiszed trunk and swishing tail?
Ears the size of africa?
We’l find you a friend.
ele
i dont have one, but if i did, i would share it with you. we would let everyone in by our fire, and we sing and dance and laugh and smoke, not the kids though. can u handle my mantle?
sandra
the mantle on the fire place was as red as Mickey Mantles jersey. Almost as red as the mantle of the cruse of the earth. until i said man-tell me what going on.
lauren
as he carried me through the doorway, we paused, seeing for the first time in the mirror above the mantle our reflection as husband and wife.
kimberly
Is this clothing? Who would have thought to call a large, long, rectangular piece of cloth a clothing item… they were brilliant. It would eliminate the hassle of jeans and t-shirts and skanky dresses if people would only walk around wearing mantles.
Val
very woody piece of wood that has a resounding sound. it is found in many houses that are old and cool. i love mantles because they represent things of old days and of tradition. mantles should be part of every person’s life and should be considered renowned. the thing about mantles is that.
myles
The mantle of the earth. That’s all I can think of.
ML
the mantle piece in my living room has a big red vase on it. my mom uses this vase as an example to show people how red my eye was when i had keratitis from acanthomaeba. i guess thats only a passing example though.
If my heart was a mantle
you’d be the centerpiece of it’s
decoration
On top of the mantle sat a golden carriage clock. The cat watched it intently as it ticked back and forth. Candles flickered around the room. Her mistress sat in a chair drinking red wine, also watching the clock intently. He would not be coming home again.
The mantle over the fireplace holds many a memory, of family trips, birthdays, and other happy memories. Yet it hid the terrible secrets hidden within the flames below it.
There was a picture frame on the mantle. Only one, sitting alone above the large, stone fireplace. The frame was beautiful, ornate. An antique.
The frame was empty.
he carried it with him as he walked the barren wastelands. Decked across his shoulders, a long oblong piece of black wood. It wasn’t black in color, it was made that way through years of burning fires and soot that had worked into the soft wood.
The previous adornments followed in its wake, dropped castles and trophies that lingered in the sand.
And on the mantle, sat a little red rose. Sadly, this little rose, was shriveling. It was in desperate need of water. People ignored its silent cries for water, until one day. Phillip came along, and found mercy for this rose. And, he watered it.
every christimas, i wished we’d had a mantle so that we could hang things on it and put decorations around a fireplace. for some reason, i thought it would make our holdiays more enjoyable and worthwhile. then i realized that it was my family that was unbearable. not the absence of a fireplace.
His hat sat upon the mantle piece. He pulled a cigarette out of his almost finished box and pondered the task he had ahead of him while he lit it.
He took the mantle and flung it over himself. Outside the treacherous winds blew it all over, whipping it against him. It was simply a matter of time before the cold had its way with him.
The cloak. The coat, the cover of the fireplace. It’s a place to rest things, to lace objects for display. The cloak conceals, the mantle displays. Disclosure or enclosure. Mantle. Mantle.
He knew that, despite the promises to his father, he’d never be able to take over the family business. Not while he still had his own dreams that needed chasing.
Atop the burning fireplace in the house she doesn’t want to be in. It is loaded with pictures of her two siblings and other family members…none of herself. She noticed this at such a young age that she began to doubt love and even her very existence. She left.
Pictures once neatly arranged on the mantle where dust now gathers marking the passing of time.
The mantle held my father’s urn. We had set it there when he passed, and it had remained there for sixteen years. Every year, on his birthday, we would take it down and clean the mantle.. that is until Mom got Louie – the cat who jumped onto the mantle, knocking the urn down down down to the ground. Now, we pay our respects to out dear father, by taking good care of the acuum cleaner in which his ashes lie.
i did this one yesterday, so i set the crossword on the mantle as proof to the whole room i can do them in pen without mistakes. of course nobody belived me when i told them initially, so there is the evidence, in plain sight.
Hold up the world, another blue cloak of swirling dust, the mantle of encrusted conditions and degenerate fluff is gliding by, worn by an unknown face with a limp to the west and a prod to the east. Light a fire so the mantle’s ashes trail and smoke wags its bottlebrush tail, signals going up that Atlas at last is dead, the round earth now set in a square peg of forced resolution, time dragging its dirty nylon hem, the new order understood only when the beginning overlaps the end.
No one ever hit the ball the way Mantle did. Not only did he hit tape-measure homeruns, but he did it from both sides of the plate. In his heyday he could run, catch anything that was near him and hit for average as well.
Mantle was baseball in the 50’s and 60’s.
A ledge or shelf that is located above a fireplace.
at my house growing up, we didnt have many things on our mantle. some people just have too much shit on their mantles.
Mantle reminds me of a preying mantis…there’s a mantis in my pantis, my friend used to say. It’s a costa rica thing and another bug I’m afraid of. Yes, I know the word is mantle.
Shelf over a fire place.
fire flames licking the varnished beams that stood like sentinels at the gates of hell. the first flame made them sweat. the second flame made them swelter the third flame would send them running if the had feet! but instead for years they have held the curtains for the family that sits close by.
A mantle is a furry thing one wears around her neck. Rather rediculous looking, especially in Arizona. But a mantle is also a part of a fireplace- isn’t it? That warm place where children dream.
i think about christmas, there’s gotta be some kind of fire roaring underneath it, the whole room mostly black with the orange glows on peoples faces, i see little trinkets and knick knacks scattered on top of the mantle with the thinnest layer of dust, nothing in the room but quiet and popping, soft wood popping.
mantle. whats this interesting word that i see? i guess its supposed to be a platform or shelf or sorts? like mantle piece?
a place to display. the past, the achievements, the things that one is proud of. and to display them for all to say. a mark of appreciation? a gesture of gratitude? or simply a blatant showing off of ego?
well, i’m torn between micky mantle and something more along the lines of the Mantle of Christ. or is it Allasokar’s mantle in the Broken Sword series? It’s hard not to just write a definition when you’re free-writing about a word.
The mantle shone with a light all its own.
On top of the mantle lay her most prized possession: a diamond bracelet. How it came to be hers, no one knows, not even her. But there it sits day after day collecting dust and not telling it’s true story.
upon the mantle were pictures of her family that looked so perfect, but really, no one knew, they were broken. Her father a drinker, her sister depressed, and her mother long since, ready to leave this world. Ready to run, run. She wanted to run, nothing on her feet, nothing to stop her, no hurdles, just a straight shot.
fireplace stockings pictures candles
i keep my medals on the mantle. i like to keep them there for everyone to see, that gives me a chance to talk about my great achievements with the people who ask me about it. some may call this a bit narcissistic but i don’t care, i like it like that.
mantlepieces
falling on the
fire in the warehouse
so you had to put it
down and out.
where are you going?
thought you could leave
behind your destiny?
well, that was just a dream.
a lover, a dreamer,
me?
nah.
what, are
you gonna
cry?
on the top of my mantle s a load of old rubbish elastic bands old tube tickets cds and other such crap above the mantle is a fantastically elaborate mirror that I picked up in warehouse on a visit to my friend when she lived in Northants. She is not living there any more because she felt sad about leaving her friends and family so with her new husband they came back down to live. I attended there wedding, it was a lovely affair which took place in a very old castle near Edinburgh in Scotland. She looked like a princess on that very sunny and blustery day. She was very late for her wedding. So much so that we all had to leave the small chapel to go to the loo.
placed on my mantle for all to see
hard shaped mouth and tall body.
Just above the fireplace you stand,
not blacked by ash but coal anyway.
are you lonely?
With your overiszed trunk and swishing tail?
Ears the size of africa?
We’l find you a friend.
i dont have one, but if i did, i would share it with you. we would let everyone in by our fire, and we sing and dance and laugh and smoke, not the kids though. can u handle my mantle?
the mantle on the fire place was as red as Mickey Mantles jersey. Almost as red as the mantle of the cruse of the earth. until i said man-tell me what going on.
as he carried me through the doorway, we paused, seeing for the first time in the mirror above the mantle our reflection as husband and wife.
Is this clothing? Who would have thought to call a large, long, rectangular piece of cloth a clothing item… they were brilliant. It would eliminate the hassle of jeans and t-shirts and skanky dresses if people would only walk around wearing mantles.
very woody piece of wood that has a resounding sound. it is found in many houses that are old and cool. i love mantles because they represent things of old days and of tradition. mantles should be part of every person’s life and should be considered renowned. the thing about mantles is that.
The mantle of the earth. That’s all I can think of.
the mantle piece in my living room has a big red vase on it. my mom uses this vase as an example to show people how red my eye was when i had keratitis from acanthomaeba. i guess thats only a passing example though.