The smell of fresh pine did nothing for her.
The metal blade of the shovel kept scratching at the frozen soil and every time she hit a rock, it made a screech that made her grind her teeth.
How dare he bring her all the way up here? Into the woods, for chrissakes?
ThomG
I pine for you, she said. and he replied in kind. and everything they hoped for came true. and then things changed and weren’t the same and pining wasn’t enough to hold the two in place. he left. she cried. and somewhere hope died.
kk
she sat there pining for the taste of her loves lips against her own… but knowing he was away deep in the pine forest, she had to let her imagination recreate and devour her until they meet again.
Kat thewildkat@hotmail.com
she sat there pining for the taste of her loves lips against her own… but knowing he was away deep in the pine forest, she had to let her imagination recreate and devour her until they meet again.
Kat thewildkat@hotmail.com
Thirteen years or more – yet I still hold a torch for him, remembering the old days when we were close. Now I don’t move in his circle anymore, yet I keep an eye on him, following him like a pining fan.
Emmy
the evil tree that makes my asthma flare up and have asthma attacks so i have to go to the hospital…i can never have a real christmas tree!!!
jenna
I sat under a pine, listening to the wind and my own breathing.
It was cold.
I had been sitting here for a while. I don’t remember how long.
Was I lost? I don’t remember.
I hear something crunch. It’s a deer.
Is he not afraid of me? I wonder. Does he know how cold it is?
Anonymous
I sat under a pine, listening to the wind and my own breathing.
It was cold.
I had been sitting here for a while. I don’t remember how long.
Was I lost? I don’t remember.
I hear something crunch. It’s a deer.
Is he not afraid of me? I wonder. Does he know how cold it is?
Anonymous
CONGRATS TO WHO EVER SHOT A BUCK THIS YEAR.
it has been a bad year for me, 3 misses w/ my matthews at 35-45 yds
stick-em
The pine tree swallowed all the other trees in the garden and half blocked the path. If someone was walking down the left of the path, you could see them, but if they were in the middle or on the right they were obscured from view.
Hel
All of ure comment stink like a dead deer that has been gut-shot and left under a pine for 7 days in the heat.
Hard Kor
Pine trees are an evergreen tree, also known as an angiospernm, which means that they do not “hiberate” or die as other trees, such as maple trees, so when they change color and lose their leaves in the fall.
Pine is an ambiguously fresh and pleasuarblke scent.
Anonymous
i dont want to write about pine today. there seems to be a hair in my mouth i cant get out. sucks to be me.
steve wilson
The pine tree was in the frunt yard the littel kids loved it but one day they were playing under it and the girl got sap in her hear her hear was stuck to the tree and her mother had to cut it off and she cried.
lauren
We made our annual journey, took our hunt to the woods, and found the perfect tree. However, it was too pretty to cut down. We left it decorated New Year’s Day.
Joe
Pine tree grew in the forest. They were a hardy variety of tree that could easily survive the winter and blizzards.
Lady Psychic
Merry christmas boss. My christmas gift to you is my resignation. Here’s to you and your screwed leadership. Watch out for me.
geekMeetsGod
The pine tree touched the sky. Anne wanted to climb it, but it was so high up. “Be brave,” she told herself, still hesitant.
Olivia
missed a doe that jumped out of the bottom of a pine yesterday, she was beaded in this alabama heat, 270 scope must be off. congrats to whoever got a buck in bama this year
deer killer
missed a doe that jumped out of the bottom of a pine yesterday, she was beaded in this alabama heat, 270 scope must be off.
Anonymous
trees. i love pine trees. reminds me of the old couple who sold us christmas trees. it was one of the only things we did together as a whole family. other than that it was usually just me johnny and mom. dad always came though, and there would be horses there too. the couple was so old and i always wondered how that man could still work a chainsaw, but he did. i think he is dead. we buy a tree from a parking lot now. only dad goes.
Caitlin
He was able to pick it up all by himself. You would think after twelve months of chemo, he would have lacked all energy of an eight-year-old boy. He felt the thick branches, the spiky needles. The smell. Oh, that smell that represented Christmas. Family and hot chocolate.
Robert Ralsh
pining for the moon. and what if there were two side by side in motion around the fairer sun.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
Tony
pine needles at christmas time and there’s only ten days left until bright and happy and merry, right? then why am i wasting so much time standing at the mailbox, for something to come that might never appear? do i need my happiness to be delivered to me or can i enjoy the holidays without knowing where i will be for the next four years? declines for my friends, so do i obtain the power? or do we have the same fate?
julia elizabeth
pine tree. pine away
pine sol. I don’t like pine sol. the commercials are stupid. I like pine trees though. I like christmas. Presents. money from parents. Ham. Not the cold though.
mistresseli
taxi cab sitting, pine tree smelling, pine needle knitting, seashore sea shelling, you and me telling.
hannahshaner
Whispering pines… I felt very strongly about that term when I was younger. I felt that it held some sort of hidden, poetic power. I even wrote a poem to go with it. Really, it was just a cheesy name for a summer camp. But it was beautiful there, eerily so…
Kendra
The tree of christmas. The smell of needles in the crisp snow is all that fills the air. The prick of one of the ends on the tips of your finger as you make an attempt to bottle that aroma of green. The forest is imminent and the charactersistics of the weather are all that you can think of. Pine is the word that flashes before your eyes and that’s all you are able to focus on.
Gray
pine of apples
pine of vine
make a good pine
pineapple
pine trees
pine leaves
pine juice
pine allegory
pine fresh
fresh pineapple juice
p
Alex
it stands outside my window,
moving with the wind.
I like its shade and shelter,
pine.
Ryan
The pine tree is used as a Christmas tree.
pat
The pine trees whispered to the girl, telling her the right way to go in the confusing forest. While she walked, she thought. About nothing in particular.
bemusedmuse
I think I may be allergic to pine – that’s why we never got real Christmas trees when I was growing up. Then when I got older it’s not like we really had Christmases, what with so many people in our family dead or divorced or estranged. I don’t have that warm fuzzy christmas feeling everyone else gets. I am working on it though, and trying to spread the warmth to my family to hopefully rekindle some sort of spirit.
Christina
no idea what it is. Nonetheless, I am thinking about pineapple. It is sweet, but hard to eat.
KAP
Pine. Not like the tree… but the action of longing for another you cannot seem to have. How silly it seems that we long for someone or something we cannot have when we have infinite blessings otherwise.
Nat
Pine. She hadn’t smelled that since she was a child: the strong, bracing, almost clinical scent. It was the scent of clean floors, and fifteen years of Christmases. She was suddenly full of sadness, anger, and the missing joys of when excitement was still possible.
BenJolivet@gmail.com
bor
j
to yearn for the opportunities that allow us to grow, to experience, not out of jealousy, but out of simple desire….to be human.
Anonymous
The pine trees swayed in the violent wind. Alyssa looked out the window at the brewing snow storm and shivered. If only she wouldn’t be alone tonight. She’d made the hike from the country club hotel all the way to her father’s log cabin because she thought she’d be meeting there soon, but, by the looks of the storm, they wouldn’t be able to make it till early next morning.
The smell of fresh pine did nothing for her.
The metal blade of the shovel kept scratching at the frozen soil and every time she hit a rock, it made a screech that made her grind her teeth.
How dare he bring her all the way up here? Into the woods, for chrissakes?
I pine for you, she said. and he replied in kind. and everything they hoped for came true. and then things changed and weren’t the same and pining wasn’t enough to hold the two in place. he left. she cried. and somewhere hope died.
she sat there pining for the taste of her loves lips against her own… but knowing he was away deep in the pine forest, she had to let her imagination recreate and devour her until they meet again.
she sat there pining for the taste of her loves lips against her own… but knowing he was away deep in the pine forest, she had to let her imagination recreate and devour her until they meet again.
Thirteen years or more – yet I still hold a torch for him, remembering the old days when we were close. Now I don’t move in his circle anymore, yet I keep an eye on him, following him like a pining fan.
the evil tree that makes my asthma flare up and have asthma attacks so i have to go to the hospital…i can never have a real christmas tree!!!
I sat under a pine, listening to the wind and my own breathing.
It was cold.
I had been sitting here for a while. I don’t remember how long.
Was I lost? I don’t remember.
I hear something crunch. It’s a deer.
Is he not afraid of me? I wonder. Does he know how cold it is?
I sat under a pine, listening to the wind and my own breathing.
It was cold.
I had been sitting here for a while. I don’t remember how long.
Was I lost? I don’t remember.
I hear something crunch. It’s a deer.
Is he not afraid of me? I wonder. Does he know how cold it is?
CONGRATS TO WHO EVER SHOT A BUCK THIS YEAR.
it has been a bad year for me, 3 misses w/ my matthews at 35-45 yds
The pine tree swallowed all the other trees in the garden and half blocked the path. If someone was walking down the left of the path, you could see them, but if they were in the middle or on the right they were obscured from view.
All of ure comment stink like a dead deer that has been gut-shot and left under a pine for 7 days in the heat.
Pine trees are an evergreen tree, also known as an angiospernm, which means that they do not “hiberate” or die as other trees, such as maple trees, so when they change color and lose their leaves in the fall.
Pine is an ambiguously fresh and pleasuarblke scent.
i dont want to write about pine today. there seems to be a hair in my mouth i cant get out. sucks to be me.
The pine tree was in the frunt yard the littel kids loved it but one day they were playing under it and the girl got sap in her hear her hear was stuck to the tree and her mother had to cut it off and she cried.
We made our annual journey, took our hunt to the woods, and found the perfect tree. However, it was too pretty to cut down. We left it decorated New Year’s Day.
Pine tree grew in the forest. They were a hardy variety of tree that could easily survive the winter and blizzards.
Merry christmas boss. My christmas gift to you is my resignation. Here’s to you and your screwed leadership. Watch out for me.
The pine tree touched the sky. Anne wanted to climb it, but it was so high up. “Be brave,” she told herself, still hesitant.
missed a doe that jumped out of the bottom of a pine yesterday, she was beaded in this alabama heat, 270 scope must be off. congrats to whoever got a buck in bama this year
missed a doe that jumped out of the bottom of a pine yesterday, she was beaded in this alabama heat, 270 scope must be off.
trees. i love pine trees. reminds me of the old couple who sold us christmas trees. it was one of the only things we did together as a whole family. other than that it was usually just me johnny and mom. dad always came though, and there would be horses there too. the couple was so old and i always wondered how that man could still work a chainsaw, but he did. i think he is dead. we buy a tree from a parking lot now. only dad goes.
He was able to pick it up all by himself. You would think after twelve months of chemo, he would have lacked all energy of an eight-year-old boy. He felt the thick branches, the spiky needles. The smell. Oh, that smell that represented Christmas. Family and hot chocolate.
pining for the moon. and what if there were two side by side in motion around the fairer sun.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
pine needles at christmas time and there’s only ten days left until bright and happy and merry, right? then why am i wasting so much time standing at the mailbox, for something to come that might never appear? do i need my happiness to be delivered to me or can i enjoy the holidays without knowing where i will be for the next four years? declines for my friends, so do i obtain the power? or do we have the same fate?
pine tree. pine away
pine sol. I don’t like pine sol. the commercials are stupid. I like pine trees though. I like christmas. Presents. money from parents. Ham. Not the cold though.
taxi cab sitting, pine tree smelling, pine needle knitting, seashore sea shelling, you and me telling.
Whispering pines… I felt very strongly about that term when I was younger. I felt that it held some sort of hidden, poetic power. I even wrote a poem to go with it. Really, it was just a cheesy name for a summer camp. But it was beautiful there, eerily so…
The tree of christmas. The smell of needles in the crisp snow is all that fills the air. The prick of one of the ends on the tips of your finger as you make an attempt to bottle that aroma of green. The forest is imminent and the charactersistics of the weather are all that you can think of. Pine is the word that flashes before your eyes and that’s all you are able to focus on.
pine of apples
pine of vine
make a good pine
pineapple
pine trees
pine leaves
pine juice
pine allegory
pine fresh
fresh pineapple juice
p
it stands outside my window,
moving with the wind.
I like its shade and shelter,
pine.
The pine tree is used as a Christmas tree.
The pine trees whispered to the girl, telling her the right way to go in the confusing forest. While she walked, she thought. About nothing in particular.
I think I may be allergic to pine – that’s why we never got real Christmas trees when I was growing up. Then when I got older it’s not like we really had Christmases, what with so many people in our family dead or divorced or estranged. I don’t have that warm fuzzy christmas feeling everyone else gets. I am working on it though, and trying to spread the warmth to my family to hopefully rekindle some sort of spirit.
no idea what it is. Nonetheless, I am thinking about pineapple. It is sweet, but hard to eat.
Pine. Not like the tree… but the action of longing for another you cannot seem to have. How silly it seems that we long for someone or something we cannot have when we have infinite blessings otherwise.
Pine. She hadn’t smelled that since she was a child: the strong, bracing, almost clinical scent. It was the scent of clean floors, and fifteen years of Christmases. She was suddenly full of sadness, anger, and the missing joys of when excitement was still possible.
bor
to yearn for the opportunities that allow us to grow, to experience, not out of jealousy, but out of simple desire….to be human.
The pine trees swayed in the violent wind. Alyssa looked out the window at the brewing snow storm and shivered. If only she wouldn’t be alone tonight. She’d made the hike from the country club hotel all the way to her father’s log cabin because she thought she’d be meeting there soon, but, by the looks of the storm, they wouldn’t be able to make it till early next morning.
deep breath in…Christmas tree lot.