Up on the shoulder where we parked the car. Headlights rushing past in a series of bright bursts. We sat in silence for the majority of the time until you looked at me and put the car in drive. We didn’t talk for the rest of the drive home.
I put my hands on her shoulders. They were cold. My eyes wandered over her body before resting on her face. She was shivering and her lips had turned blue. Just how long had she been out here? “Let’s go,” I said, taking her hand but she didn’t move. All she did was look at me with painful eyes and whisper “No.”
Something that is used for someone who needs to vent. A useful
Destinee
I have had two surgeries on my right shoulder in the past few months.
No, I’m not a famous athlete just a klutzy person but I’m determined to put these setbacks behind me and move on to become physically fit. I have a good attitude and
much support from family and friends.
Robin
My shoulder constantly hurts. I have no idea why but it just does. Whenever I try to massage it it just cramps up. Sometimes I feel like it’s all in my head and not really there. No matter what though it’s always hurting. It may stop some day but until then I just gotta deal with it. darn it!
Elizabeth Kistner
I haven’t done this in a long time. But you’re still here for me, still ready to hear me out. There’s a lot going on these days and I’m so happy to feel your warmth against my cheek, your stability against my life. It’s good to be back. It’s good to move with you again. It’s good to be anything at all anymore. I love you.
Something who can hurt if im lying on the rigt side. training, can be beautiful
pernille
He was looking over his shoulder at the scene. Chaos had erupted. After looking there he wished that he had not; however, it was too late. Pandora’s Box was open. Now he had to deal with the world as it had become. It was no longer the carefree world that he once knew. It was now, the wasteland of humanity. To
Adam Swift
I bumped you on the shoulder. An innocent move, really, but you took it as something else. Perhaps you were not used to a casual touch; I know that you preferred intimacy in your life. So that’s where we ended up. What a strange pair we were.
rounded like a door knob, then
sloped like a valley
ending at the trunk of a sapling
and if you dare to climb it
nestled in the leaves
among the birds and the blossoms
is the most terrifying thing:
the mind of man
oh atlas, why won’t you rest for a while. i can carry your burden. let me lift it off from your poor, beaten body. the pillars of the world have not been enough to keep the sky from falling down but you, you my dear, were strong enough. let it slip for a while, i’m standing in your place. for a minute. for a little while.
DEAN:
I shoved my shoulder into the door for what seemed like the millionth time. It was growing weak from my restless attempts to break through the barrier keeping me from my brother. I was determined to break through, though. Sam was at risk of getting attacked by whatever demon had trapped me. Could be anything from a ghost to a vampire. Of course, Sam had to wander off and get lost in this god damn house, if you could even call the run down thing that. The point is, I had no other choice than to keep battering the door until it gave out. Which, with my luck, could be a while.
I frantically searched the room around me for anything I could use. An axe, a gun, a dictionary, ANYTHING. The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering candle in the corner. I didn’t even want to think about how it got there. The walls stretched about ten feet in each direction – a bit cramped. There was a small bed, like the ones you’d see at Alcatraz or something. Creepy. But then agian, creepy is my job.
Something caught my eye as I dragged the beam of my flashlight across the floor. Quickly, I walked over to the metal rod sticking out of the floor. Weird. Shrugging off the odd placement of the object, I struggled to pick it up off the floor, and carried it to the large door at the end of the room. Taking a deep breath, I brought it to my shoulders and began to charge towards the door…
SAM:
…Right as I stuck the key into the door, something shoved me out of the way and onto the floor.
Brenna
He kneeled down and touched her skin. It was ice cold making him draw back quickly.
“Is she…?” he trailed off, placing his hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop tears.
“Yeah. She’s gone.”
I wasn’t ready to leave, and yet I knew everything good had to come to an end. I finally found my place after months of searching; I finally started feeling independent, comfortable, able. I had found plenty of shoulders that would support me without question and hands to pull me up when I fell. But it was all being ripped away for the time being. Next year, it’d come back but in a different form. Because life doesn’t stop for anybody, and people and places change no matter how much you want things to stay the same.
…that soft spot where my lips meet your skin…the shoulder. Hot and delicious I sweep my tongue over the sweet mist we just created that cradles our body like the wings of an angel…light and graceful. I love you within every moment that exists in our lives. Beyond measure you are love.
Sherri
Put your shoulder to the door and push.
Reveal the secrets hidden behind it.
Gaze upon the mysteries so exposed.
Nia Ceridwyn
He touched her shoulder, and tried to kiss the freckles that climbed their way to her neck. She flinched, not yet used to this sudden physical attention. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Can’t do what?”
“Love you.”
He dropped his cheek to comforting space between her shoulder and her neck and traced the constellation of freckles for the final time.
I took the shoulder meat and put it in the cast iron pot. I poured water over it and added potatoes, carrots, onions–no onions–and a bottle of beer. I had brown ale which I don’t drink and so i made this recipe to use up the beer in the fridge. This was a recipe my mom used
victoria
The peeling skin peels away from the sensitive skin. Sunscreen isn’t that hard to put on, but having the patience to do so is.
Gigi
Step up to the plate,Shoulder your responsibility,be a man or a woman! What will happen if you fail to do so? The cancellation of generations of economic progress and the slip into the deep dark abyss of impoverishment that’s what!
the expression “cry on your shoulder” is so stupid. i would rather cry on your chest, cry into your lungs, and drown your head with my tears, because then maybe they would evaporate. i want to cry into every piece of your being, so you can take from me what i cannot.
catherine
Her shoulder was tight. Stretching should have been a priority. Instead she jumped into the game. Grabbing a racket as I’d she was a pro and whacked away. This went on for two solid hours. Only one break, the call of nature. She knew she would pay the price in the next day.
Crisnole
He shouldered past me, the dark expression on his face more than enough to encourage the others not to follow.
“Is he alright?” Kelendra asked, her voice heavy with concern.
I shrugged. “He’ll be fine the second he dislodges that stick form his ass,” I assured, flashing her a smile that was equal parts sarcasm and disinterest.
She frowned. “How can you be so cruel? He’s your brother,”
“And he’s an ass – no one knows that better than me,” I said honestly.
She curled up on the sofa next to him. He looked at her and gave her a lazy smile, pulling her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed blissfully. It felt like the time had frozen, she never wanted to leave this comfortable place.
lean against the one you love. A shoulder to cry on, a girl cuddling up to her boyfriend while he is gently making a circle on her shoulder with his fingers. She looks up at him and gives him a lazy smile. She can’t believe how lucky she is, how she got to be his. He meets her smile with a smile of his own, he can’t believe how lucky he is, how he got to be hers.
Heh
His shoulder shifted against the damp car seat and a spluttering cough sent flecks of spit over his chin. The car’s was cold. His rattling breath was becoming slower and more painful.
Lily
her shoulder rammed into my mouth. “Ow!” I yelled. “What the fuck was that for!?”
She shrugged. “Beats me. I thought it might be fun.”
I like to rest my head on my husband’s and vice versa
mai
Rounded, it was speckled with wisdom and patience, having waited years for this man’s caress. So much time spent alone had finally come to this point, a point in which all logic and reason crumbled into pure, wordless emotion. He touched her shoulder with the utmost grace, a touch that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than unconditional love.
Loren
With her head turned a bit, looking back, you can see that sexy shoulder. She doesn’t have to show her body, she just needs to be herself.
han lutade sin axel mot min. jag tänkte på vad han ville. med mig. med oss. framtiden såg oklar ut. kändes inte bra. vi måste vidare. frågan är bara hur.
Sofia Gravesen
You put yur hand on my shoulder and said me I love you too. This was the best moment in my
amparo aparisi
She poked my shoulder with a dead pointe shoe. Gross. “What?” I groaned. “Don’t tell me you got another message from that troll.”
She had. It was the troll after all, typing in all caps, being completely obnoxious. “All right,” I said, turning to the computer. “Time to troll the trolls.”
Isis
Her shoulder was bare with only a sheer covering of silk draping down one side. She sat at the waters edge looking out at the water as if waiting for a love that would never return.
My shoulder is covered by the black shirt I am wearing. It’s baking in the sunshine. Black maybe was not the best choice color. Or even wearing a shirt that covers my shoulders. Maybe a tank top would be better? However, then there is the chance of getting a sunburn.
Lauren Gayda
Upon the premises of her shoulder, he wrote in ancient tongues. The territory of her stomach, a treatise to songbirds and men o’war. On the plains below, far and wide and swaying like summer grasslands, a singular promise, a vow like thunder.
As the music droned on his eyes started to slowly close. They snapped open once then shut peacefully. He let his grip on the wheel relax and the car drifted to the shoulder. The reverberation of gravel and rocks shocked him awake to the sight of the sign.
Up on the shoulder where we parked the car. Headlights rushing past in a series of bright bursts. We sat in silence for the majority of the time until you looked at me and put the car in drive. We didn’t talk for the rest of the drive home.
I put my hands on her shoulders. They were cold. My eyes wandered over her body before resting on her face. She was shivering and her lips had turned blue. Just how long had she been out here? “Let’s go,” I said, taking her hand but she didn’t move. All she did was look at me with painful eyes and whisper “No.”
Something that is used for someone who needs to vent. A useful
I have had two surgeries on my right shoulder in the past few months.
No, I’m not a famous athlete just a klutzy person but I’m determined to put these setbacks behind me and move on to become physically fit. I have a good attitude and
much support from family and friends.
My shoulder constantly hurts. I have no idea why but it just does. Whenever I try to massage it it just cramps up. Sometimes I feel like it’s all in my head and not really there. No matter what though it’s always hurting. It may stop some day but until then I just gotta deal with it. darn it!
I haven’t done this in a long time. But you’re still here for me, still ready to hear me out. There’s a lot going on these days and I’m so happy to feel your warmth against my cheek, your stability against my life. It’s good to be back. It’s good to move with you again. It’s good to be anything at all anymore. I love you.
Something who can hurt if im lying on the rigt side. training, can be beautiful
He was looking over his shoulder at the scene. Chaos had erupted. After looking there he wished that he had not; however, it was too late. Pandora’s Box was open. Now he had to deal with the world as it had become. It was no longer the carefree world that he once knew. It was now, the wasteland of humanity. To
I bumped you on the shoulder. An innocent move, really, but you took it as something else. Perhaps you were not used to a casual touch; I know that you preferred intimacy in your life. So that’s where we ended up. What a strange pair we were.
rounded like a door knob, then
sloped like a valley
ending at the trunk of a sapling
and if you dare to climb it
nestled in the leaves
among the birds and the blossoms
is the most terrifying thing:
the mind of man
All I wanted was a shoulder to cry on
To give me something to hold dear
Something to listen
And something to have all to my own..
But that’s unrealistic.
Stupid, even.
How can I depend on something so unobtainable to run my life?
But it’s something I cannot live without.
she had wings in her bones.
it would take a patient lover
or a zombie invasion
to tease them out.
(she had been so, so hopeful
the former would come first.)
oh atlas, why won’t you rest for a while. i can carry your burden. let me lift it off from your poor, beaten body. the pillars of the world have not been enough to keep the sky from falling down but you, you my dear, were strong enough. let it slip for a while, i’m standing in your place. for a minute. for a little while.
DEAN:
I shoved my shoulder into the door for what seemed like the millionth time. It was growing weak from my restless attempts to break through the barrier keeping me from my brother. I was determined to break through, though. Sam was at risk of getting attacked by whatever demon had trapped me. Could be anything from a ghost to a vampire. Of course, Sam had to wander off and get lost in this god damn house, if you could even call the run down thing that. The point is, I had no other choice than to keep battering the door until it gave out. Which, with my luck, could be a while.
I frantically searched the room around me for anything I could use. An axe, a gun, a dictionary, ANYTHING. The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering candle in the corner. I didn’t even want to think about how it got there. The walls stretched about ten feet in each direction – a bit cramped. There was a small bed, like the ones you’d see at Alcatraz or something. Creepy. But then agian, creepy is my job.
Something caught my eye as I dragged the beam of my flashlight across the floor. Quickly, I walked over to the metal rod sticking out of the floor. Weird. Shrugging off the odd placement of the object, I struggled to pick it up off the floor, and carried it to the large door at the end of the room. Taking a deep breath, I brought it to my shoulders and began to charge towards the door…
SAM:
…Right as I stuck the key into the door, something shoved me out of the way and onto the floor.
He kneeled down and touched her skin. It was ice cold making him draw back quickly.
“Is she…?” he trailed off, placing his hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop tears.
“Yeah. She’s gone.”
I wasn’t ready to leave, and yet I knew everything good had to come to an end. I finally found my place after months of searching; I finally started feeling independent, comfortable, able. I had found plenty of shoulders that would support me without question and hands to pull me up when I fell. But it was all being ripped away for the time being. Next year, it’d come back but in a different form. Because life doesn’t stop for anybody, and people and places change no matter how much you want things to stay the same.
…that soft spot where my lips meet your skin…the shoulder. Hot and delicious I sweep my tongue over the sweet mist we just created that cradles our body like the wings of an angel…light and graceful. I love you within every moment that exists in our lives. Beyond measure you are love.
Put your shoulder to the door and push.
Reveal the secrets hidden behind it.
Gaze upon the mysteries so exposed.
He touched her shoulder, and tried to kiss the freckles that climbed their way to her neck. She flinched, not yet used to this sudden physical attention. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Can’t do what?”
“Love you.”
He dropped his cheek to comforting space between her shoulder and her neck and traced the constellation of freckles for the final time.
I took the shoulder meat and put it in the cast iron pot. I poured water over it and added potatoes, carrots, onions–no onions–and a bottle of beer. I had brown ale which I don’t drink and so i made this recipe to use up the beer in the fridge. This was a recipe my mom used
The peeling skin peels away from the sensitive skin. Sunscreen isn’t that hard to put on, but having the patience to do so is.
Step up to the plate,Shoulder your responsibility,be a man or a woman! What will happen if you fail to do so? The cancellation of generations of economic progress and the slip into the deep dark abyss of impoverishment that’s what!
one time my shoulder hit something and i said ow. then my cat meowed at me and i smiled.
the expression “cry on your shoulder” is so stupid. i would rather cry on your chest, cry into your lungs, and drown your head with my tears, because then maybe they would evaporate. i want to cry into every piece of your being, so you can take from me what i cannot.
Her shoulder was tight. Stretching should have been a priority. Instead she jumped into the game. Grabbing a racket as I’d she was a pro and whacked away. This went on for two solid hours. Only one break, the call of nature. She knew she would pay the price in the next day.
He shouldered past me, the dark expression on his face more than enough to encourage the others not to follow.
“Is he alright?” Kelendra asked, her voice heavy with concern.
I shrugged. “He’ll be fine the second he dislodges that stick form his ass,” I assured, flashing her a smile that was equal parts sarcasm and disinterest.
She frowned. “How can you be so cruel? He’s your brother,”
“And he’s an ass – no one knows that better than me,” I said honestly.
She curled up on the sofa next to him. He looked at her and gave her a lazy smile, pulling her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed blissfully. It felt like the time had frozen, she never wanted to leave this comfortable place.
lean against the one you love. A shoulder to cry on, a girl cuddling up to her boyfriend while he is gently making a circle on her shoulder with his fingers. She looks up at him and gives him a lazy smile. She can’t believe how lucky she is, how she got to be his. He meets her smile with a smile of his own, he can’t believe how lucky he is, how he got to be hers.
His shoulder shifted against the damp car seat and a spluttering cough sent flecks of spit over his chin. The car’s was cold. His rattling breath was becoming slower and more painful.
her shoulder rammed into my mouth. “Ow!” I yelled. “What the fuck was that for!?”
She shrugged. “Beats me. I thought it might be fun.”
I like to rest my head on my husband’s and vice versa
Rounded, it was speckled with wisdom and patience, having waited years for this man’s caress. So much time spent alone had finally come to this point, a point in which all logic and reason crumbled into pure, wordless emotion. He touched her shoulder with the utmost grace, a touch that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than unconditional love.
With her head turned a bit, looking back, you can see that sexy shoulder. She doesn’t have to show her body, she just needs to be herself.
han lutade sin axel mot min. jag tänkte på vad han ville. med mig. med oss. framtiden såg oklar ut. kändes inte bra. vi måste vidare. frågan är bara hur.
You put yur hand on my shoulder and said me I love you too. This was the best moment in my
She poked my shoulder with a dead pointe shoe. Gross. “What?” I groaned. “Don’t tell me you got another message from that troll.”
She had. It was the troll after all, typing in all caps, being completely obnoxious. “All right,” I said, turning to the computer. “Time to troll the trolls.”
Her shoulder was bare with only a sheer covering of silk draping down one side. She sat at the waters edge looking out at the water as if waiting for a love that would never return.
My shoulder is covered by the black shirt I am wearing. It’s baking in the sunshine. Black maybe was not the best choice color. Or even wearing a shirt that covers my shoulders. Maybe a tank top would be better? However, then there is the chance of getting a sunburn.
Upon the premises of her shoulder, he wrote in ancient tongues. The territory of her stomach, a treatise to songbirds and men o’war. On the plains below, far and wide and swaying like summer grasslands, a singular promise, a vow like thunder.
As the music droned on his eyes started to slowly close. They snapped open once then shut peacefully. He let his grip on the wheel relax and the car drifted to the shoulder. The reverberation of gravel and rocks shocked him awake to the sight of the sign.