people can be very welcoming but they can also be quite unwelcoming. i tend to try and let people into my life as it is the best way, i think, to learn more about the world we live in, people who dont tend to live small confined lives and thus suffer, but who knows whos right?
laura
The frigid gaze I was met with showed me how welcome I was. Not a word was spoken as I moved past her into the living room. After all, she couldn’t make me stand in the rain forever, could she?
Then again, she had that sort of power over me where she could make me.
I sat on the ragged blue couch and as the seconds ticked by I counted the white hairs that settled on the legs of my pants from her dog Leia.
“Well?” She stood not five feet away, arms loosely crossed. Those five feet were longer than miles as I realized the abyss between us.
She wasn’t excessively angry anymore, she just wanted to know why I was there, in front of her, so she could rid me from her life once more.
So much had happened. Why had I wanted to come here in the first place? Perhaps my perfectionism was going one too far this time. I couldn’t fix this, and we both knew it. Too much of it was unspoken, and I didn’t know how to cope with it.
The wall clock sounded away the little time I was afforded. It was louder than a bullhorn; TICK TICK TICK.
I ran through my options. “Sorry” meant nothing after my desperate, pleading abuses of it. But what else was there besides me being really sorry? Why had I bothered coming? Did I think she might apologize for the things she’d done to me? Did I really think my magical, unexpected presence would change something?
She cleared her throat, still not making eye contact. “I know, Bobby.”
And I believed the tinge of sadness on the edge of her voice. Her objective wasn’t reconciling however. I’m not sure mine was either. She just wanted to get this over with, and me back out the door where I belonged. This encounter meant that I, at least, hadn’t moved on, and perhaps that was the aim I’d had in mind when I decided I needed to see her.
The phone rang, and shattered my frayed nerves. I jumped six inches, bouncing on the couch. Sheena didn’t move to answer it, and the caller talked to her machine. “Hi Sheena, it’s Jared. Call me back and let me know if we’re still good for six thirty.” A male caller. No wonder she wanted me out of her way.
“Sheena,” I faltered. “I just felt like I needed to see you once more, a moving on thing.”
“Oh that,” she waved a hand carelessly towards the machine. “It’s my brother-in-law, if you care. We’re going to pick out Maria’s birthday gift. We do it every year.”
I was a bit taken back. “Maria got married?”
“Yeah, shows how much you have missed.” Before I could speak, she continued. “Look Bobby, I kinda figured you’d be back like this. I’ve heard around that you were back. Now you’ve come, and you can forget we ever existed, and you don’t have to think about it anymore.”
She still didn’t sound angry, despite her words, so I felt completely unable to formulate any kind of response. I just sat there, dumb.
But not thinking she was angry was what earned me my first kick out of that door. I wondered if she intended to throw me out again today, through the same rickety trailer door. A bitter half-smile crossed my lips during the small trip down memory lane that thought afforded.
I had come home from the office and went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I’d planned on taking her out to a casual dinner, like we always did on Fridays. But not a single item of my clothing was left in a drawer or even on the lawn. Everything had gone into the dumpster, as I learned later.
I couldn’t believe it because I’d thought until that moment that everything was fine. The sex was still frequent, and still heated. We never fought about anything. I still held her hand and we would talk about dreams and take walks at sunset and have picnics and share ice cream in a bowl. She never told me anything, just asked me when she came home and found me sitting at the kitchen table why I hadn’t left. And then she pushed me out of the door, and I was too shocked to do anything. Later I found out the vexations that led to Sheena’s actions via a letter she placed in my back pocket when she was pushing me out of the door.
Sheena watched me go through it all over again while I sat there on her couch, the dog hairs by now piling up on my jeans, aided by a small fan in the corner of the living room.
Just like that, I got angry. Not at Sheena, but at myself. Why had I come here and made a fool out of myself? The only thing I’d accomplished was showing her how much power she still wielded, if she chose to employ it. No, not anymore. This could not happen anymore; not to me, not from her.
“I’m sorry I bothered you Sheena,” I mumbled as I, voluntarily this time, walked out into the pouring rain.
sorry i was so long on u today, guys!
bekkah
The girl ran into her mother’s welcoming embrace. It had been three long years since they had seen each other face to face. In that time she had been to college in Africa.
Beatunic
A homecoming parade descends upon the streets, as the warriors come home from their winter battle. No one remembers who died, they are too busy celebrating and carrying on all whom lived so that they may. Tis a simple thing, a flower, yet can signify so much. A time away. A romance long forgotten, becoming rekindled. A welcoming home.
Michael
The teacher stood at the door, greeting each kindergartner as they nervously entered the room. Some reluctantly let go over mom’s hand, others were openly bawling. One lad, a chubby boy with spiked brown hair, sauntered into the room with no care in the world. The teacher noticed him immediately and knew he would be trouble. No six year old had ever been as self confident at this young man. As the school year unfolded,the teacher found that her initial inclinication had been correct. The boy, Terry, was rambunctious, charming, and a natural leader. He soon had all the boys in the class following his lead and he initiated all sorts of trouble. Every prank led bank to Terry. Every outburse was the result of Terry’s prodding. Every girl in tears, was because Terry or his pawns had teased her to no end. As the school year crawled toward its end, Mrs. Clark questioned her dedication to teaching, wondered if she was truly up to the challenge. And doubted that next year, when it was time to welcome the children into the classroom if she would be able to welcome them all.
mrs. clark
welcoming is what people do when they meat each other a welcoming can be nice mean or you can welcome someone with a pat on the back kiss of the cheek hug handshake high five a glare words
maddy
Warm and welcoming, she greeted us with open arms and a smiling face. Little did we know her days were numbered or we might have burn her image in our minds.
Cathy
Greeting, sure, awesome, com in, friends, family, like, welcome, your okay, dinner, lunch, invite, drinks, coffee, keeping in touch, your in, let’s go, go out, phone, talk, happy, smiles
Korrey
Welcoming. Conjures thoughts of warm and homey and peaceful. Soft, warm colors like ochre and soft reds and blues. Candle light and hot tea, cookies and bread fresh from the oven. And idealized home that no one ever really had.
Kim
welcoming is something that hospitable people do. That is why people like them, because they are so welcoming, they make you feel good. I wish I was more welcoming. Sometimes I think if I were, I would be more popular. It’s easier to be welcoming to other people’s children than to women of my own age. I fear judgement.
Debby
welcoming is something that hospitable people do. That is why people like them, because they are so welcoming, they make you feel good. I wish I was more welcoming. Sometimes I think if I were, I would be more popular. It’s easier to be welcoming to other people’s children than to women of my own age. I fear judgement.
Debby
“I am glad you could come!” she said to the boys. As she welcomed them she gave them a freaky smile.
BFJ
She held out her arms in a welcoming way as the two little girls entered through the doorway.
“Glad you’re back,” she smiled.
The two little girls walked in and poured milk for themselves, then ate the cookies that had been on the counter waiting for them.
Just Me
the welcome mats in the hallway in front of my apartment keep getting switched around.
brittany
open up and let me in, it’s cold out here. I see the mat in front of your door with the the message I’m hoping to hear. the wind blows past me and I knock again. please let me in, it’s cold out here.
J
a warm greeting; feels good, expected when going to a new place
Dawn
as your family opens thier arms for hello hugs at family reuniuns you feel the sense of security and warmth and that your at the rigt place at the right time.
emma
it’s too late. The mat in front of your door is lying to me, and no wonder. It’s scruffy, worn, and old, like the beggar on my street corner. I should have known better than to trust you.
isaleen grey
Open your arms, sweeheart,
Let me be your breath today,
Your heartbeat,
I’ll keep you warm, safe,
…alive,
My promises will layer your pain,
As I welcome you,
Forever home.
Megs
The warmth of an embrace. The caress of a hand upon the face. Words whispered with tenderness. All welcoming to a lonely heart.
Tonya
division road strip in FUNKY world
OmniQuill
hello, my name is _______. I’m very glad i have been able to move here, i’ve been searching for the right place for soo long. I hope this is it. I’m happy to have found this. What about you? How’d you end up here??
gwa
It had been six months since we’d seen each other. It had ended badly last time, and I regret my harsh words and hostile attitude to this day. I took a deep breath and told myself time heals all wounds as I raised my fist to knock on his door.
Laura
And as she opened the door, he stood flabbergasted by her beauty. “Damn,” he thought. “I wish I’d invested in more than this cheap cologne.”
Brigitte
It was Sunday morning, and it was time for me to return home. I wasn’t sure if they’d be so humble about my reappearance after so many years of no contact. Who knows? Maybe their arms would be wide open and waiting. But I doubt that.
He was the only one I knew that would be truly excited about my homecoming. But what about everyone else? What about my family? They mattered too, right?
Bailey
not very common to me. people are there, don’t need to be welcome.
aretha
Welcoming smile, embracing kiss, tender touching…we are slowly moving on. I don’t want to lean on your shoulder, and you avoid sheading tears…
Edna Paulet
You are a welcoming rain
Cars rushing by in swishes
Thunder rolling in.
Andrea
Welcoming is the act of bringing people into portions of your life in such a way that they feel comfortable being a part of that said portion. People who are welcoming in some aspects are naturally not welcoming in all aspects of their life. We, as humans have both public and private lives
Sharktank
Welcoming the sunlight into my morning, I glory in its freshness and vitality. By late afternoon I am hiding from its glare and heat and looking forward to welcoming the coolness of a misty evening breeze.
Janice Lind
me, sam, and britney are very welcomng. I love brittney’s house. Cats are comforta
hannah
He opened his arms wide as she ran to him, smiling. The happiness of seeing her for the first time in ages radiated off of him as he pulled her closer to him, crushing her against his body and his lips ran over her neck and her chin before finally reaching her mouth. He didn’t want to let her go. Neither did she. He was home.
Manon
inviting someone into your home and life. It is such an important life skill that anyone who is succesful should be good at. Welcoming can be challenging but its important to be welcoming in an unbiased way…welcome all!
kyle
Her look was demure, soft and alluring…it was welcoming he thought before he knew it she had hooked him…pulled him in…the hair on the back of his neck was standing up like electricity flow through him…he had never felt this type of passion before…strange because he was married…this was different.
A. L. Harden
Everyday I pick one word and use that as my mantra of the day. today my word was smile.
It keeps me focused and my mind from wondering to things that don’t make me happy.
Ellen
i stood in the door way as she drove up. i stumbled a lttle coming down the drive. itd been 15 years since the last time i saw those grey-blue eyes. she looked at me smiled and began to tear up as she said hellow my hand in hers.
Mouth
feeling open to new people and hearts. open heart. open mind. open home. open humanity. smiles hugs acknowledgement of the many ways in which we are connected. more than courtesy, extension of highest potential
kim
a welcoming? I would feel at home if I were welcomed. It would feel so nice. I imagine Thanksgivings, Christmases with people you haven’t seen for months, maybe years, and a warm home, and lots of hugs. Interesting.
Joan
She stood there, welcoming with her arms open wide.
My Grandmother, the most loving and dependable woman I had ever met.
“Hey, Gramma!” I yelled while, waving my hands frantically.
We embraced and went inside.
As usual, we simply sat down at her table with a deck of cards.
She dealt me eight cards and herself seven cards down on the red and white checkered table cloth.
And sure enough…
A couple minutes later…
“Gin”
A shocked look…
I never saw her again…
Nick Matherne
This lab is the first one that made me feel…welcome. Strange and ironic, isn’t it, that it’s away from home, even in another country. Everyone is so warm, and you know…I might actually miss this place a little when I leave, despite all the office politics. Brigid’s sweet smile, Zhi’s humour, Aaron’s Mexican-ness, Zhong’s hospitality…just great.
people can be very welcoming but they can also be quite unwelcoming. i tend to try and let people into my life as it is the best way, i think, to learn more about the world we live in, people who dont tend to live small confined lives and thus suffer, but who knows whos right?
The frigid gaze I was met with showed me how welcome I was. Not a word was spoken as I moved past her into the living room. After all, she couldn’t make me stand in the rain forever, could she?
Then again, she had that sort of power over me where she could make me.
I sat on the ragged blue couch and as the seconds ticked by I counted the white hairs that settled on the legs of my pants from her dog Leia.
“Well?” She stood not five feet away, arms loosely crossed. Those five feet were longer than miles as I realized the abyss between us.
She wasn’t excessively angry anymore, she just wanted to know why I was there, in front of her, so she could rid me from her life once more.
So much had happened. Why had I wanted to come here in the first place? Perhaps my perfectionism was going one too far this time. I couldn’t fix this, and we both knew it. Too much of it was unspoken, and I didn’t know how to cope with it.
The wall clock sounded away the little time I was afforded. It was louder than a bullhorn; TICK TICK TICK.
I ran through my options. “Sorry” meant nothing after my desperate, pleading abuses of it. But what else was there besides me being really sorry? Why had I bothered coming? Did I think she might apologize for the things she’d done to me? Did I really think my magical, unexpected presence would change something?
She cleared her throat, still not making eye contact. “I know, Bobby.”
And I believed the tinge of sadness on the edge of her voice. Her objective wasn’t reconciling however. I’m not sure mine was either. She just wanted to get this over with, and me back out the door where I belonged. This encounter meant that I, at least, hadn’t moved on, and perhaps that was the aim I’d had in mind when I decided I needed to see her.
The phone rang, and shattered my frayed nerves. I jumped six inches, bouncing on the couch. Sheena didn’t move to answer it, and the caller talked to her machine. “Hi Sheena, it’s Jared. Call me back and let me know if we’re still good for six thirty.” A male caller. No wonder she wanted me out of her way.
“Sheena,” I faltered. “I just felt like I needed to see you once more, a moving on thing.”
“Oh that,” she waved a hand carelessly towards the machine. “It’s my brother-in-law, if you care. We’re going to pick out Maria’s birthday gift. We do it every year.”
I was a bit taken back. “Maria got married?”
“Yeah, shows how much you have missed.” Before I could speak, she continued. “Look Bobby, I kinda figured you’d be back like this. I’ve heard around that you were back. Now you’ve come, and you can forget we ever existed, and you don’t have to think about it anymore.”
She still didn’t sound angry, despite her words, so I felt completely unable to formulate any kind of response. I just sat there, dumb.
But not thinking she was angry was what earned me my first kick out of that door. I wondered if she intended to throw me out again today, through the same rickety trailer door. A bitter half-smile crossed my lips during the small trip down memory lane that thought afforded.
I had come home from the office and went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I’d planned on taking her out to a casual dinner, like we always did on Fridays. But not a single item of my clothing was left in a drawer or even on the lawn. Everything had gone into the dumpster, as I learned later.
I couldn’t believe it because I’d thought until that moment that everything was fine. The sex was still frequent, and still heated. We never fought about anything. I still held her hand and we would talk about dreams and take walks at sunset and have picnics and share ice cream in a bowl. She never told me anything, just asked me when she came home and found me sitting at the kitchen table why I hadn’t left. And then she pushed me out of the door, and I was too shocked to do anything. Later I found out the vexations that led to Sheena’s actions via a letter she placed in my back pocket when she was pushing me out of the door.
Sheena watched me go through it all over again while I sat there on her couch, the dog hairs by now piling up on my jeans, aided by a small fan in the corner of the living room.
Just like that, I got angry. Not at Sheena, but at myself. Why had I come here and made a fool out of myself? The only thing I’d accomplished was showing her how much power she still wielded, if she chose to employ it. No, not anymore. This could not happen anymore; not to me, not from her.
“I’m sorry I bothered you Sheena,” I mumbled as I, voluntarily this time, walked out into the pouring rain.
sorry i was so long on u today, guys!
The girl ran into her mother’s welcoming embrace. It had been three long years since they had seen each other face to face. In that time she had been to college in Africa.
A homecoming parade descends upon the streets, as the warriors come home from their winter battle. No one remembers who died, they are too busy celebrating and carrying on all whom lived so that they may. Tis a simple thing, a flower, yet can signify so much. A time away. A romance long forgotten, becoming rekindled. A welcoming home.
The teacher stood at the door, greeting each kindergartner as they nervously entered the room. Some reluctantly let go over mom’s hand, others were openly bawling. One lad, a chubby boy with spiked brown hair, sauntered into the room with no care in the world. The teacher noticed him immediately and knew he would be trouble. No six year old had ever been as self confident at this young man. As the school year unfolded,the teacher found that her initial inclinication had been correct. The boy, Terry, was rambunctious, charming, and a natural leader. He soon had all the boys in the class following his lead and he initiated all sorts of trouble. Every prank led bank to Terry. Every outburse was the result of Terry’s prodding. Every girl in tears, was because Terry or his pawns had teased her to no end. As the school year crawled toward its end, Mrs. Clark questioned her dedication to teaching, wondered if she was truly up to the challenge. And doubted that next year, when it was time to welcome the children into the classroom if she would be able to welcome them all.
welcoming is what people do when they meat each other a welcoming can be nice mean or you can welcome someone with a pat on the back kiss of the cheek hug handshake high five a glare words
Warm and welcoming, she greeted us with open arms and a smiling face. Little did we know her days were numbered or we might have burn her image in our minds.
Greeting, sure, awesome, com in, friends, family, like, welcome, your okay, dinner, lunch, invite, drinks, coffee, keeping in touch, your in, let’s go, go out, phone, talk, happy, smiles
Welcoming. Conjures thoughts of warm and homey and peaceful. Soft, warm colors like ochre and soft reds and blues. Candle light and hot tea, cookies and bread fresh from the oven. And idealized home that no one ever really had.
welcoming is something that hospitable people do. That is why people like them, because they are so welcoming, they make you feel good. I wish I was more welcoming. Sometimes I think if I were, I would be more popular. It’s easier to be welcoming to other people’s children than to women of my own age. I fear judgement.
welcoming is something that hospitable people do. That is why people like them, because they are so welcoming, they make you feel good. I wish I was more welcoming. Sometimes I think if I were, I would be more popular. It’s easier to be welcoming to other people’s children than to women of my own age. I fear judgement.
“I am glad you could come!” she said to the boys. As she welcomed them she gave them a freaky smile.
She held out her arms in a welcoming way as the two little girls entered through the doorway.
“Glad you’re back,” she smiled.
The two little girls walked in and poured milk for themselves, then ate the cookies that had been on the counter waiting for them.
the welcome mats in the hallway in front of my apartment keep getting switched around.
open up and let me in, it’s cold out here. I see the mat in front of your door with the the message I’m hoping to hear. the wind blows past me and I knock again. please let me in, it’s cold out here.
a warm greeting; feels good, expected when going to a new place
as your family opens thier arms for hello hugs at family reuniuns you feel the sense of security and warmth and that your at the rigt place at the right time.
it’s too late. The mat in front of your door is lying to me, and no wonder. It’s scruffy, worn, and old, like the beggar on my street corner. I should have known better than to trust you.
Open your arms, sweeheart,
Let me be your breath today,
Your heartbeat,
I’ll keep you warm, safe,
…alive,
My promises will layer your pain,
As I welcome you,
Forever home.
The warmth of an embrace. The caress of a hand upon the face. Words whispered with tenderness. All welcoming to a lonely heart.
division road strip in FUNKY world
hello, my name is _______. I’m very glad i have been able to move here, i’ve been searching for the right place for soo long. I hope this is it. I’m happy to have found this. What about you? How’d you end up here??
It had been six months since we’d seen each other. It had ended badly last time, and I regret my harsh words and hostile attitude to this day. I took a deep breath and told myself time heals all wounds as I raised my fist to knock on his door.
And as she opened the door, he stood flabbergasted by her beauty. “Damn,” he thought. “I wish I’d invested in more than this cheap cologne.”
It was Sunday morning, and it was time for me to return home. I wasn’t sure if they’d be so humble about my reappearance after so many years of no contact. Who knows? Maybe their arms would be wide open and waiting. But I doubt that.
He was the only one I knew that would be truly excited about my homecoming. But what about everyone else? What about my family? They mattered too, right?
not very common to me. people are there, don’t need to be welcome.
Welcoming smile, embracing kiss, tender touching…we are slowly moving on. I don’t want to lean on your shoulder, and you avoid sheading tears…
You are a welcoming rain
Cars rushing by in swishes
Thunder rolling in.
Welcoming is the act of bringing people into portions of your life in such a way that they feel comfortable being a part of that said portion. People who are welcoming in some aspects are naturally not welcoming in all aspects of their life. We, as humans have both public and private lives
Welcoming the sunlight into my morning, I glory in its freshness and vitality. By late afternoon I am hiding from its glare and heat and looking forward to welcoming the coolness of a misty evening breeze.
me, sam, and britney are very welcomng. I love brittney’s house. Cats are comforta
He opened his arms wide as she ran to him, smiling. The happiness of seeing her for the first time in ages radiated off of him as he pulled her closer to him, crushing her against his body and his lips ran over her neck and her chin before finally reaching her mouth. He didn’t want to let her go. Neither did she. He was home.
inviting someone into your home and life. It is such an important life skill that anyone who is succesful should be good at. Welcoming can be challenging but its important to be welcoming in an unbiased way…welcome all!
Her look was demure, soft and alluring…it was welcoming he thought before he knew it she had hooked him…pulled him in…the hair on the back of his neck was standing up like electricity flow through him…he had never felt this type of passion before…strange because he was married…this was different.
Everyday I pick one word and use that as my mantra of the day. today my word was smile.
It keeps me focused and my mind from wondering to things that don’t make me happy.
i stood in the door way as she drove up. i stumbled a lttle coming down the drive. itd been 15 years since the last time i saw those grey-blue eyes. she looked at me smiled and began to tear up as she said hellow my hand in hers.
feeling open to new people and hearts. open heart. open mind. open home. open humanity. smiles hugs acknowledgement of the many ways in which we are connected. more than courtesy, extension of highest potential
a welcoming? I would feel at home if I were welcomed. It would feel so nice. I imagine Thanksgivings, Christmases with people you haven’t seen for months, maybe years, and a warm home, and lots of hugs. Interesting.
She stood there, welcoming with her arms open wide.
My Grandmother, the most loving and dependable woman I had ever met.
“Hey, Gramma!” I yelled while, waving my hands frantically.
We embraced and went inside.
As usual, we simply sat down at her table with a deck of cards.
She dealt me eight cards and herself seven cards down on the red and white checkered table cloth.
And sure enough…
A couple minutes later…
“Gin”
A shocked look…
I never saw her again…
This lab is the first one that made me feel…welcome. Strange and ironic, isn’t it, that it’s away from home, even in another country. Everyone is so warm, and you know…I might actually miss this place a little when I leave, despite all the office politics. Brigid’s sweet smile, Zhi’s humour, Aaron’s Mexican-ness, Zhong’s hospitality…just great.