Every year my dad would take pictures of us sitting underneath the mantle of our fireplace.
Jenn
i placed his severed head upon my mantle and i thought how beautiful his eyes looked with that faraway look. then i pulled out one of his eyes and placed my member inside his eye hole and made sweet love to it. so good!
adam hundley
I place all the things on top of the mantle that I want both my visitors to look at and myself to pretend that I just happened to place there, that they have no actual meaning or significance, and then act surprised when people think they’re cool. But I know they’re cool. That’s why I put them there.
Chris Daugaard
I stood near the fireplace what is a mantle anyway
He passed on the mantle of his something to someone a daughter maybe and never ack
his daughter, who had been a part of his life – his work for many
mix
The mantle held both memories and objects. The past, mostly forgotten, in things. Things that passed without any real thought or care, but were important none the less.
damon
it sat on the fucking mantle. that fucking mantle decides my waking, sleeping, brushing teeth, eating, laughing, sighing moment. i loathe and love that mantle.
elise
The house and fireplace were not complete until they built the coolest thing.. the mantle because it makes kids happy every Christmas Eve and Christmas day with sweet presents everyone can enjoy!
Greg
Upon the mantle sits a jar of formaldehyde, a tomb for a long dead frog. It’s unsettling for visitors, but Tom has had it for years for good luck.
Jason Barmer
a mantle is something that u put stuff on just because it’s empty and looks all alone by itself if it doesn’t have something on it. u could put a clock like one of those old wooden ones, cause they are uber cute! ^^ and then every hour the stupid will ding and u’ll be annoyed
ursers
her heart was as heavy as a mantle, it weighed her down. there are choices to be made and insecurities that need to be considered but for now there was only the weight. only the guilt of making the wrong choice.
sandra
there is a paraguayan chipa seller on my mantle along with the memories of Christmas’ past and the various holders they have had. the mugs w my family’s individuals each named, the brazilian tribal headdress..its all so..us, I feel..
Michelle
Chinese lanterns sitting beside two silhouettes, brilliantly orange even in death.
karina
Upon the mantle was lain a weapon of mass instruction. Upon it were written the chosen words for all to relish. Too bad ‘all’ were dead!
Howard Cha
the photographs on the mantle
preserving memories on pieces of glossy “photo” paper
angled by the rich cherrywood frame
complete with colored ink
and pixeled artifically
and they seem like the real thing
don’t they?
they make you smile fondly
remember the good ol’ days
..
but they’re not
because memories are truer than any photo
and the mantle is built on falses
twisted and warped, so that what you see is what you want to remember
yes
the mantle is made of lies
Chryste
I threw off the mantle of success early on in life, and never did I once stop to put it on again. I found the effort too dismal and the gains too small. Ah, I thought, so this is what the mantle of success is.
John
i bought a beautiful mantle that was painted in french white full knowing that i didn’t even have a fireplace. i just set it against the wall and used it as a shelf. i guess it was my way of hoping that one day i would own my own home with a fireplace.
Teri
dismantle? Who knows. I always think of a fire place, or the mantle in my case. with cards of colors for decorations and devoid of all cause. We had birthdays and holidays and all other time, but everywhere morning it would be there the same as before
Chris
a place where you place nic nacks
Jim
a place for stockings and picture frames
amber
i have a mantle in my house its right aboove our fireplace. It is not particularly nice but it is fairly interesting b/c it is an original and our house is about 108 years.
kaytee
o is mantle the word of the day?? i guess so b/c i just went away from the site and came bac and clicked go & it still said mantle…so i guess the word changes from day to day not visit to visit?? thats pretty darn cool still….
jackie
I used to look at the mantle above the fireplace in my grandparents house. It had a clock on it that my grandfather got from general motors that needed to be wound up. It was a source of pride for me that my grandfather worked so hard all of those years.
Nathan
Memories, dust and candles. They stand in for the events. They stand in for the time that has past. As the candles flicker and extinguish, they are replaced. The items are seasonally replaced, but only the memories remain unchanged.
Claude
Mantle.
I have never had a mantle in my home because living in the deep south doesn’t leave much desire for warmth. No, to hang up our stockings for christmas, we would hang them up over the living room door. I never minded though. Christmas was always nice.
Michael
fire place with fire blazing in it its red brick w/ leaves on top of the wood mantle dim lighting very cozy & homey, no other ppl in the room curled up w/ a book
jackie
they took the mantle. they won… they were triumphant. not only the mantle was their motivation… it also induced fear… more fear than anything possible.
Jay Krish
Mantles. there are some interesting things about mantles. I have a mantle in the living room. There’s not too much on it–a clock and some stuff. Other interesting things can go on mantles, too. I know that in books and in chileit”e, usually pictures are put on mantles, in frames. The pictures areusually pretty important, right?
faoiwjef
once there was a mantle. it was a very observant mantle. it watched the going ons of everything that happened in its home that everyone called the living room. people put things on it and it was always reliable. it had a good life and lived there after the people moved out and new ones moved in.
megan
the place where my fireplace is, it looks like it has a giraffe in it, and its very angry
Charlie
above the fire place, where mother used to put all the seasonal things. i never knew the season by weather, alabama was too unpredictable, always warm or too cold. there may be pumpkin candles, or fake snow, sometimes little cottages with snowy roofs.
v. g. eliott
a mantle of stars that surrounds a foggy nite
that lets confused souls find comfort in their light
a mantle of sweet arms
a mantle of darkness
sasha
where i put my books, and thoughts. storing them away for another day’s perusal. or usage. you never know when you’ll need these thoughts, and ideas; these dreams and ambitions and theories. so i save them on a mantle. physically, my mantle is my big red book. it is also the many corridors of my mind. so many things are hidden there.
emily morris
mantle is a place to have sex with a hot chick
boo
i was peacefully siting by the open fire with my shoes off lounging in the mid summer day in august. I lit a candle and places it among the mantle of the fire near the day and waited to start the new day.
jim
fireplace
pictures
cold winter nights
lovers watching licking flames
hot chocolate
christmas
trees
oh no an errand spark has set the tree aflame!
looks like there’s no christmas timmy
brett
The mantle above my parents’ fireplace was always full of different junk. But to them it wasn’t junk. To them each item was a separate treasure of sorts. There was this golden clock. There was this little porcelain sailor. There was an old map of shipwrecks.
Jambo Cordoba
mickey. awesome. fireplace. just one more event Rose, before it caves in. Also, the way my gaslight lantern makes its wick. Delicate, crucial, and amazing.
Pax
I placed you on the mantle, between our wedding picture and that golf trophy you won when John was still a boy. You fit in a jar, which is a strange thought to me, because our bed used to be too big for you.
S
save the world because it is just one
Wei Huang
All of the pictures splayed across the mantle, languid, haphazard, and for a moment he almost allowed himself to believe she had placed them there carelessly, but he knew better.
Every year my dad would take pictures of us sitting underneath the mantle of our fireplace.
i placed his severed head upon my mantle and i thought how beautiful his eyes looked with that faraway look. then i pulled out one of his eyes and placed my member inside his eye hole and made sweet love to it. so good!
I place all the things on top of the mantle that I want both my visitors to look at and myself to pretend that I just happened to place there, that they have no actual meaning or significance, and then act surprised when people think they’re cool. But I know they’re cool. That’s why I put them there.
I stood near the fireplace what is a mantle anyway
He passed on the mantle of his something to someone a daughter maybe and never ack
his daughter, who had been a part of his life – his work for many
The mantle held both memories and objects. The past, mostly forgotten, in things. Things that passed without any real thought or care, but were important none the less.
it sat on the fucking mantle. that fucking mantle decides my waking, sleeping, brushing teeth, eating, laughing, sighing moment. i loathe and love that mantle.
The house and fireplace were not complete until they built the coolest thing.. the mantle because it makes kids happy every Christmas Eve and Christmas day with sweet presents everyone can enjoy!
Upon the mantle sits a jar of formaldehyde, a tomb for a long dead frog. It’s unsettling for visitors, but Tom has had it for years for good luck.
a mantle is something that u put stuff on just because it’s empty and looks all alone by itself if it doesn’t have something on it. u could put a clock like one of those old wooden ones, cause they are uber cute! ^^ and then every hour the stupid will ding and u’ll be annoyed
her heart was as heavy as a mantle, it weighed her down. there are choices to be made and insecurities that need to be considered but for now there was only the weight. only the guilt of making the wrong choice.
there is a paraguayan chipa seller on my mantle along with the memories of Christmas’ past and the various holders they have had. the mugs w my family’s individuals each named, the brazilian tribal headdress..its all so..us, I feel..
Chinese lanterns sitting beside two silhouettes, brilliantly orange even in death.
Upon the mantle was lain a weapon of mass instruction. Upon it were written the chosen words for all to relish. Too bad ‘all’ were dead!
the photographs on the mantle
preserving memories on pieces of glossy “photo” paper
angled by the rich cherrywood frame
complete with colored ink
and pixeled artifically
and they seem like the real thing
don’t they?
they make you smile fondly
remember the good ol’ days
..
but they’re not
because memories are truer than any photo
and the mantle is built on falses
twisted and warped, so that what you see is what you want to remember
yes
the mantle is made of lies
I threw off the mantle of success early on in life, and never did I once stop to put it on again. I found the effort too dismal and the gains too small. Ah, I thought, so this is what the mantle of success is.
i bought a beautiful mantle that was painted in french white full knowing that i didn’t even have a fireplace. i just set it against the wall and used it as a shelf. i guess it was my way of hoping that one day i would own my own home with a fireplace.
dismantle? Who knows. I always think of a fire place, or the mantle in my case. with cards of colors for decorations and devoid of all cause. We had birthdays and holidays and all other time, but everywhere morning it would be there the same as before
a place where you place nic nacks
a place for stockings and picture frames
i have a mantle in my house its right aboove our fireplace. It is not particularly nice but it is fairly interesting b/c it is an original and our house is about 108 years.
o is mantle the word of the day?? i guess so b/c i just went away from the site and came bac and clicked go & it still said mantle…so i guess the word changes from day to day not visit to visit?? thats pretty darn cool still….
I used to look at the mantle above the fireplace in my grandparents house. It had a clock on it that my grandfather got from general motors that needed to be wound up. It was a source of pride for me that my grandfather worked so hard all of those years.
Memories, dust and candles. They stand in for the events. They stand in for the time that has past. As the candles flicker and extinguish, they are replaced. The items are seasonally replaced, but only the memories remain unchanged.
Mantle.
I have never had a mantle in my home because living in the deep south doesn’t leave much desire for warmth. No, to hang up our stockings for christmas, we would hang them up over the living room door. I never minded though. Christmas was always nice.
fire place with fire blazing in it its red brick w/ leaves on top of the wood mantle dim lighting very cozy & homey, no other ppl in the room curled up w/ a book
they took the mantle. they won… they were triumphant. not only the mantle was their motivation… it also induced fear… more fear than anything possible.
Mantles. there are some interesting things about mantles. I have a mantle in the living room. There’s not too much on it–a clock and some stuff. Other interesting things can go on mantles, too. I know that in books and in chileit”e, usually pictures are put on mantles, in frames. The pictures areusually pretty important, right?
once there was a mantle. it was a very observant mantle. it watched the going ons of everything that happened in its home that everyone called the living room. people put things on it and it was always reliable. it had a good life and lived there after the people moved out and new ones moved in.
the place where my fireplace is, it looks like it has a giraffe in it, and its very angry
above the fire place, where mother used to put all the seasonal things. i never knew the season by weather, alabama was too unpredictable, always warm or too cold. there may be pumpkin candles, or fake snow, sometimes little cottages with snowy roofs.
a mantle of stars that surrounds a foggy nite
that lets confused souls find comfort in their light
a mantle of sweet arms
a mantle of darkness
where i put my books, and thoughts. storing them away for another day’s perusal. or usage. you never know when you’ll need these thoughts, and ideas; these dreams and ambitions and theories. so i save them on a mantle. physically, my mantle is my big red book. it is also the many corridors of my mind. so many things are hidden there.
mantle is a place to have sex with a hot chick
i was peacefully siting by the open fire with my shoes off lounging in the mid summer day in august. I lit a candle and places it among the mantle of the fire near the day and waited to start the new day.
fireplace
pictures
cold winter nights
lovers watching licking flames
hot chocolate
christmas
trees
oh no an errand spark has set the tree aflame!
looks like there’s no christmas timmy
The mantle above my parents’ fireplace was always full of different junk. But to them it wasn’t junk. To them each item was a separate treasure of sorts. There was this golden clock. There was this little porcelain sailor. There was an old map of shipwrecks.
mickey. awesome. fireplace. just one more event Rose, before it caves in. Also, the way my gaslight lantern makes its wick. Delicate, crucial, and amazing.
I placed you on the mantle, between our wedding picture and that golf trophy you won when John was still a boy. You fit in a jar, which is a strange thought to me, because our bed used to be too big for you.
save the world because it is just one
All of the pictures splayed across the mantle, languid, haphazard, and for a moment he almost allowed himself to believe she had placed them there carelessly, but he knew better.