Shimmery, slim, painful in my big toe. Nasty wooden stairs leading down to the beach! Next time wear shoes.
The amount of double chocolate peanut butter pie to be eaten,
The hint of the moon turning from new to old.
A sliver of wood fell from his fingers as his knife scraped along the piece of wood he’d picked up back at base. Far-away gunfire came from due west, towards the enemy HQ. He put his helmet back on. Just in case.
Krospgnasker
I love silver jewlry. For example charm bracelets, necklaces, and even rings. I like charm bracelets with pretty colorful charms or even charms to remind me of my friends. I also like charm bracelets that
April Fann
Silver is my favorite piece of jewelry. It goes with most everything. It always looks just right and creates a flash of bling with every outfit. Do you have any silver??
Jackie
The sliver of light slipped underneath the door, and i sat in my cave of solitude, I knew you two were sitting have an intellectual conversation about the presidential candidates and how she thinks that evolution isn’t true, and then it turns to personal matters and I wish i would come up in the conversation, whether you say you love me or hate me, i just want to make you feel something.
That’s too much to ask for, i suppose, so i’ll sit here alone again and not dare to open the door, because you would kick me out. All your friends are in there, but poor little me isn’t allowed to be graced with your glorified words.
A sliver is a small slice of something. we usually we talk about a sliver of something to eat. we can also refer to the sliver of light that streams in from the light of the new moon.
margaret
The sliver of daylight coming through the space between the curtains and the wall always annoyed him. It entered his on-the-verge-of-consciousness brain in the morning, and he had shallow 10-second dreams about getting up and seeing the time on his digital clock. He always though he was actually getting up to look at it, until the alarm sounded at 9:25 (5 minutes before class) and all the imagined times fell from his mind, a pile of red digital matchsticks.
Shiny but sometimes dull. Think about dimes, and nickels also quarters and zippers. Cousin platinum and brother grey that are mistaking as silver everyday. Come on there a different you see silver most of the day. Check you my diamond ring it silver you see, but no one can afford it but me. Silver necklace, silver dress, what about silver its just the best. sparkles are my wrist yeah its only my silver bracelet that glitz.
Mikia Langford
shiny and sometimes dull
Mikia Langford
Sweeping the room with unfathomable grey eyes, the tall, austere figure dominated the vacuous, pristine space, intensifying the atmosphere with her knowing silence.
Her lips seemingly remained pursed, as, without so much as a glance at the monochrome- clad waiter, she emitted the words “a sliver, if you please”.
Belly- deep, guttural laughter tsunami-ed from a far corner of the suddenly warmer drawing room.
“Oh dearest Esther, don’t be so ridiculous. People who ask for slithers have no fun, you know”.
Jacklin
tried to show my girlfriend how to play one word but when she saw the word sliver her mind went blank she she didnt know what to write.
I always thought it would be funny to see a snake walk instead of sliver. i suppose it would look like a centipede but snakes are meaner.
The sliver of the meat was just a few feet away. He could smell it and it killed him. He just needed to get to that piece of meat so then he could survive the “games” his dad makes him play. Find the hidden food, then you’ll be able to eat for that day.
The sliver of consciousness she had left told her to go to bed but the wedge of obstinate indifference to logic that reigned told her to continue to dally online a bit longer. Something was bound to happen if she just waited right?
Ein Splitter ist etwas, das man bekommt, wenn man mit Holz arbeitet. Ich hatte auch schon mal einen Splitter. Dabei bin ich über ein Holzgeländer geschrappt und habe mir dabei leider den Splitter in den Finger gehauen. Naja, da kann man nichts gegen machen. Tut weh.
Anonym
sliver ate my liver, but i forgive her
Dwipurnamahendra
Sliver. Sliver of light. Sliver of darkness. Little bits here and there and it’s never whole and maybe that’s how your life has always been. Little bits here and there, because god forbid you jump in so your head breaks the surface of the water and your only choice is to sink or swim. God forbid.
phoebe
a small peice, what’s left of life, left-over pizza, your piece, childhood, cresent moons, sunlight through the blinds in the afternoon waiting for dinner
c
wedding anniversaries, hair age, 925, rings, vitamins, the soup tureen that momma use to servoating Island, great granmother Hoffman’s ladle we used at Gret’s wedding, sold by the pound, meridian, mignon
c
What can one say about a sliver? Not much. There’s not much of it. Like there’s not much of anything here. The house is as empty as can be. Even the ghosts have taken off and left only a sliver of memory behind.
slide scare slimy small cake yummy delectable petite sugar more sweet triangle knife cut icing cream
ali
silver anniversay- for grandparents- silver coins- silver foil for food- siler braclets- earrnings. rings use to be gold but not people use white gold- looks like silver- but does not need to be polished-I hate to polish silver.
julia
a sliver of a rainbow or something nice, myabe shiny, or thats because im thinking about silver – a sliver of a smile or a sliver of a silk – its doesnt matter as long as it starts with s! and a sliver could be a sliver of my heart … ooh how romantic !!
Pandorajk
there is a sliver moon sometimes, in the shape of a fingernail, and it glows white and looks like the cheshire cat’s smile or like two rows of dazzling white teeth or like the edge of a pearl if it were eclipsed by something else. the moon makes me not feel so alone.
al
Oozing from the slit, it grew until it filled the room with a slimy stench, suffocating even the brightest, blooming primroses. It infiltrated my nostrils, eyes and ears, making my face cringe involuntarily. What mess.
shanice
(SLIVER not SILVER people!) I watch her in the kitchen for a while cutting slivers of ham for the party. I buttered the bread and lied the sandwiches out on the dinning room table. I always loved parties, especially birthday parties, however this year the ham was cut a little too thick.
I have a sliver in my thumb in my side in my head. It wants to work its way out. Working toward the surface, coming up. This is really an odd thing to try to write about. I was thinking about a sliver when my kids talked about a slipper.
Susan
They took a sliver of her liver to analyse.
Aingeala
A sliver of hope is better than none, even the smallest bit of light in a world of darkness can show the world what direction to go towards.
There is just a sliver of meat left so you want starve. The worm will sliver along the path and leave a slivery trail.
Linda
a sliver of glass was all it took. the balloon popped and cause a wild rush towards the finish line. that was the last time i saw him. he disappeared beneath hundreds of feet.
caitlin toomey
the sliver horse ran across the frozen lake. It saw the light from the old mans house and knew something was wrong. as he got close to the house he saw the old man was dead.
caitlin toomey
I turned the silver coin in my fingers as the shop keeper fussed with something behind the counter. I waited. Then I slid the silver dollar across the counter in exchange for a queen of hearts playing card.
It wasn’t much, and really it shouldn’t hurt at all. It was just a sliver of wood, a splinter, stuck in the tip of his finger, but it hurt like hell. Hurt so bad that he didn’t have words to really explain why he was crying because of a stupid little splinter, but adding this on top of everything he’d been dealing with lately–it was more than he could handle.
Chard, glass, piece of self left on the “identity pile or puddle”. We call this a tribe but it forsakes its young too early. It doesn’t let us live enough. And I find myself snatching at meaning behind words via this electro-forum. This passage that could be no less hauntingly dangerous than beautiful young man standing on the edge of a barge.
one piece, that’s all you get. no take backs don’t be an indian giver but give me what you’ve got, best shots and all. show me you as whole but broken in pieces, so that I can maybe just maybe do what I can to put you back together again – all in one piece.
“I don’t have FRIENDS.” Sherlock said with a face. “Hmm, wonder why,” John replied as he got up from his chair and left. Sherlock still sat there, shivering and clasping his hands together. Why did he let a sliver of his fear let loose? Now he looks pathetic in front of the only person he cared about, who was really his ONLY friend.
Wolves are usually destroyed or killed by anything silver, that’s what Sherlock knew. He thought of the creatures as only legend until the search in Dartmoor. Who knew that the hound would infect John?
Sherlock had frozen in mid-stride as they paraded through one of the less busy streets of London, returning home after their repeat visit to the Art Gallery. He had been muttering softly as they walked, gesturing from hand to hand as he worked out the course of events they’d been following for the good part of a day. John kept a good meter or two of distance between himself and Sherlock, not wanting to give anything away with any facial expressions. He knew it was probably a hopeless cause, but why make it any easier on the genius? At least they were getting some sun. John gently nudged his elbow against each pole that passed between them, not paying as much attention as he might ordinarily.
When Sherlock suddenly stopped and spun on his heel, hurrying off back the way they’d just come, John was caught by surprise and reached out to grab the telephone pole he was about to nudge, using his momentum to swing around it and hurry after his partner. A sharp, hissing intake as John’s palm dragged across the rough wooden surface brought Sherlock to a halt. He turned to see John inspecting his own fingertip before he dipped the pad into his mouth at an awkward angle, trying to use his teeth to pull out the sliver of wood which had intruded below the surface of the skin. Meeting no success, the doctor swore lightly and shook his hand in the chilled air as the pain started to throb around the intrusion.
Sherlock brought himself back over to John, the manufactured case instantly forgotten, as he pulled his utility knife from his pocket and slid the delicate tweezers from their sleeve in the side. He captured John’s hand in his own firm grasp, and slowly and delicately tugged at the end of the splinter until it was freed. He tossed it aside and brought the finger closer for inspection, insuring no remnants were left behind. John shivered at the intimate gesture as Sherlock stuck the injured finger into his own mouth and ran his tongue gently over the puncture site to collect the small drop of blood which had pooled in the interim.
Shimmery, slim, painful in my big toe. Nasty wooden stairs leading down to the beach! Next time wear shoes.
The amount of double chocolate peanut butter pie to be eaten,
The hint of the moon turning from new to old.
A sliver of wood fell from his fingers as his knife scraped along the piece of wood he’d picked up back at base. Far-away gunfire came from due west, towards the enemy HQ. He put his helmet back on. Just in case.
I love silver jewlry. For example charm bracelets, necklaces, and even rings. I like charm bracelets with pretty colorful charms or even charms to remind me of my friends. I also like charm bracelets that
Silver is my favorite piece of jewelry. It goes with most everything. It always looks just right and creates a flash of bling with every outfit. Do you have any silver??
The sliver of light slipped underneath the door, and i sat in my cave of solitude, I knew you two were sitting have an intellectual conversation about the presidential candidates and how she thinks that evolution isn’t true, and then it turns to personal matters and I wish i would come up in the conversation, whether you say you love me or hate me, i just want to make you feel something.
That’s too much to ask for, i suppose, so i’ll sit here alone again and not dare to open the door, because you would kick me out. All your friends are in there, but poor little me isn’t allowed to be graced with your glorified words.
a sliver of hope
A sliver is a small slice of something. we usually we talk about a sliver of something to eat. we can also refer to the sliver of light that streams in from the light of the new moon.
The sliver of daylight coming through the space between the curtains and the wall always annoyed him. It entered his on-the-verge-of-consciousness brain in the morning, and he had shallow 10-second dreams about getting up and seeing the time on his digital clock. He always though he was actually getting up to look at it, until the alarm sounded at 9:25 (5 minutes before class) and all the imagined times fell from his mind, a pile of red digital matchsticks.
Shiny but sometimes dull. Think about dimes, and nickels also quarters and zippers. Cousin platinum and brother grey that are mistaking as silver everyday. Come on there a different you see silver most of the day. Check you my diamond ring it silver you see, but no one can afford it but me. Silver necklace, silver dress, what about silver its just the best. sparkles are my wrist yeah its only my silver bracelet that glitz.
shiny and sometimes dull
Sweeping the room with unfathomable grey eyes, the tall, austere figure dominated the vacuous, pristine space, intensifying the atmosphere with her knowing silence.
Her lips seemingly remained pursed, as, without so much as a glance at the monochrome- clad waiter, she emitted the words “a sliver, if you please”.
Belly- deep, guttural laughter tsunami-ed from a far corner of the suddenly warmer drawing room.
“Oh dearest Esther, don’t be so ridiculous. People who ask for slithers have no fun, you know”.
tried to show my girlfriend how to play one word but when she saw the word sliver her mind went blank she she didnt know what to write.
I always thought it would be funny to see a snake walk instead of sliver. i suppose it would look like a centipede but snakes are meaner.
The sliver of the meat was just a few feet away. He could smell it and it killed him. He just needed to get to that piece of meat so then he could survive the “games” his dad makes him play. Find the hidden food, then you’ll be able to eat for that day.
The sliver of consciousness she had left told her to go to bed but the wedge of obstinate indifference to logic that reigned told her to continue to dally online a bit longer. Something was bound to happen if she just waited right?
Ein Splitter ist etwas, das man bekommt, wenn man mit Holz arbeitet. Ich hatte auch schon mal einen Splitter. Dabei bin ich über ein Holzgeländer geschrappt und habe mir dabei leider den Splitter in den Finger gehauen. Naja, da kann man nichts gegen machen. Tut weh.
sliver ate my liver, but i forgive her
Sliver. Sliver of light. Sliver of darkness. Little bits here and there and it’s never whole and maybe that’s how your life has always been. Little bits here and there, because god forbid you jump in so your head breaks the surface of the water and your only choice is to sink or swim. God forbid.
a small peice, what’s left of life, left-over pizza, your piece, childhood, cresent moons, sunlight through the blinds in the afternoon waiting for dinner
wedding anniversaries, hair age, 925, rings, vitamins, the soup tureen that momma use to servoating Island, great granmother Hoffman’s ladle we used at Gret’s wedding, sold by the pound, meridian, mignon
What can one say about a sliver? Not much. There’s not much of it. Like there’s not much of anything here. The house is as empty as can be. Even the ghosts have taken off and left only a sliver of memory behind.
slide scare slimy small cake yummy delectable petite sugar more sweet triangle knife cut icing cream
silver anniversay- for grandparents- silver coins- silver foil for food- siler braclets- earrnings. rings use to be gold but not people use white gold- looks like silver- but does not need to be polished-I hate to polish silver.
a sliver of a rainbow or something nice, myabe shiny, or thats because im thinking about silver – a sliver of a smile or a sliver of a silk – its doesnt matter as long as it starts with s! and a sliver could be a sliver of my heart … ooh how romantic !!
there is a sliver moon sometimes, in the shape of a fingernail, and it glows white and looks like the cheshire cat’s smile or like two rows of dazzling white teeth or like the edge of a pearl if it were eclipsed by something else. the moon makes me not feel so alone.
Oozing from the slit, it grew until it filled the room with a slimy stench, suffocating even the brightest, blooming primroses. It infiltrated my nostrils, eyes and ears, making my face cringe involuntarily. What mess.
(SLIVER not SILVER people!) I watch her in the kitchen for a while cutting slivers of ham for the party. I buttered the bread and lied the sandwiches out on the dinning room table. I always loved parties, especially birthday parties, however this year the ham was cut a little too thick.
I have a sliver in my thumb in my side in my head. It wants to work its way out. Working toward the surface, coming up. This is really an odd thing to try to write about. I was thinking about a sliver when my kids talked about a slipper.
They took a sliver of her liver to analyse.
A sliver of hope is better than none, even the smallest bit of light in a world of darkness can show the world what direction to go towards.
blHHHHH
There is just a sliver of meat left so you want starve. The worm will sliver along the path and leave a slivery trail.
a sliver of glass was all it took. the balloon popped and cause a wild rush towards the finish line. that was the last time i saw him. he disappeared beneath hundreds of feet.
the sliver horse ran across the frozen lake. It saw the light from the old mans house and knew something was wrong. as he got close to the house he saw the old man was dead.
I turned the silver coin in my fingers as the shop keeper fussed with something behind the counter. I waited. Then I slid the silver dollar across the counter in exchange for a queen of hearts playing card.
It wasn’t much, and really it shouldn’t hurt at all. It was just a sliver of wood, a splinter, stuck in the tip of his finger, but it hurt like hell. Hurt so bad that he didn’t have words to really explain why he was crying because of a stupid little splinter, but adding this on top of everything he’d been dealing with lately–it was more than he could handle.
Chard, glass, piece of self left on the “identity pile or puddle”. We call this a tribe but it forsakes its young too early. It doesn’t let us live enough. And I find myself snatching at meaning behind words via this electro-forum. This passage that could be no less hauntingly dangerous than beautiful young man standing on the edge of a barge.
one piece, that’s all you get. no take backs don’t be an indian giver but give me what you’ve got, best shots and all. show me you as whole but broken in pieces, so that I can maybe just maybe do what I can to put you back together again – all in one piece.
“I don’t have FRIENDS.” Sherlock said with a face. “Hmm, wonder why,” John replied as he got up from his chair and left. Sherlock still sat there, shivering and clasping his hands together. Why did he let a sliver of his fear let loose? Now he looks pathetic in front of the only person he cared about, who was really his ONLY friend.
Wolves are usually destroyed or killed by anything silver, that’s what Sherlock knew. He thought of the creatures as only legend until the search in Dartmoor. Who knew that the hound would infect John?
Sherlock had frozen in mid-stride as they paraded through one of the less busy streets of London, returning home after their repeat visit to the Art Gallery. He had been muttering softly as they walked, gesturing from hand to hand as he worked out the course of events they’d been following for the good part of a day. John kept a good meter or two of distance between himself and Sherlock, not wanting to give anything away with any facial expressions. He knew it was probably a hopeless cause, but why make it any easier on the genius? At least they were getting some sun. John gently nudged his elbow against each pole that passed between them, not paying as much attention as he might ordinarily.
When Sherlock suddenly stopped and spun on his heel, hurrying off back the way they’d just come, John was caught by surprise and reached out to grab the telephone pole he was about to nudge, using his momentum to swing around it and hurry after his partner. A sharp, hissing intake as John’s palm dragged across the rough wooden surface brought Sherlock to a halt. He turned to see John inspecting his own fingertip before he dipped the pad into his mouth at an awkward angle, trying to use his teeth to pull out the sliver of wood which had intruded below the surface of the skin. Meeting no success, the doctor swore lightly and shook his hand in the chilled air as the pain started to throb around the intrusion.
Sherlock brought himself back over to John, the manufactured case instantly forgotten, as he pulled his utility knife from his pocket and slid the delicate tweezers from their sleeve in the side. He captured John’s hand in his own firm grasp, and slowly and delicately tugged at the end of the splinter until it was freed. He tossed it aside and brought the finger closer for inspection, insuring no remnants were left behind. John shivered at the intimate gesture as Sherlock stuck the injured finger into his own mouth and ran his tongue gently over the puncture site to collect the small drop of blood which had pooled in the interim.