like the cup of wine in front of me. i feel as though i am capable of intoxicating the one who decides to cunsume me, but these are simply my own deliusions.
liedenn
it is tasty you can have red and white it comes from fruit and orchards liek apples it comes from countries like africa chile and france etc there are many people who make wines where the fruit ferments forming an acidic taste which people like to eat with meals
it used to be a classic drink to have for romans back in the day like caeser and other empoerer
rosie
Wine is purple, like the blush on a fat girl’s cheek. Wine is the looseness of my tongue. The blur that seeps into my insides. Droops my instincts.
Jane Rose
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mjd
drink thirsty italian dinner balcony
M
Fruity liquid that makes me wobble. Red, White, and Pink are the colors of Wine country’s flag. I could drink a bunch of bottles of it.
C. Thomas
The wine that you poured me has gone sour. The time that seperates us grows by leaps and bounds, as you sit behind the dark veil of death, while I sit in my good clothes, waiting for you on that other side of that veil, and as the wine continues to ferment and grow sourer, time seems to crawl ever so slowly, but all I can do is wait for Death’s visit.
Jangles
i love the smell of wine. Its rich texture, colour and the intoxicating aroma make for a heady combination. Made from grapes, its is produced in France and in the Napa valley.
mukta
I already did this prompt, is there another one?
Anonymous
There is beer in the fridge. Wine doesn’t do muchh for me. Never really understood the obsession. Except if it’s a nice Rioja. But I could use a pinot grigio around for cooking. I made a fish dish last nite and it was perfect. But could have used some wine. I like beer.
rr29
The darkness of the liquid in the cup was unexpected. “Go ahead, taste it!” Mike implored. She hesitated, breathed in deeply, and drank. That was all it took. The one sip brought her instantly back to her years of abuse.
Rachel
wine women and song, I used love red red wine, and then couldn’t drink it anymore. Nothing is quite the same- let’s have a glass of vodka just doesn’t sound as good. wine is romantic,
d
She sat atop the bench as the party flowed around them. He stared deep into the pale pools of her eyes.
He took a sip of wine, she looked at his mouth and beckoned. Leaning close, he placed his mouth over hers and let the wine flow as their tongues embraced.
Traces of red ran from their mouths and the world disappeared.
Sir
she opened up the bottle and drank up every drop of wine hoping to have it reach her core and warm her. she didn’t care about the voice in her head telling her to stop or the faces of friends and family that floated before her eyes
Jen
Life – as I hug you – don’t drip away. The harder I hold you, the shorter you stay.
jorken
oh great beloved. the bliss of my soul. my very soul. poured, steeped, I am drenched in it. On this mountain top of wisdom…laying here under the moon.
akka b.
wine red white pungent. Slopping in the glass – cool in summer- summer leaves seen through the sides of a glss – winter red, warming glowing grapes on the vine, curling
daisy
I don’t actually like alcohol, partly because I don’t like the idea of being intoxicated and losing control of my own actions and inhibitions, but I do long to appreciate and enjoy alcohol, in the same way as I do cigarettes, in a confused way. Unsure of the influence peer pressure has, and eager to try something new.
David Finkelstein
the wine in the cellar is so cold that even the ghosts of the old ages will be drunk in their stupor as they relive their youth to defy the strong and stolid arguments that have so often taken place through history over the inebriation of red and white wine. What a fruity disaster it is.
Ankur
A delicious intoxicating drink, often used by students to make a party seem far classier than it could possibly be, Pinot Noir seems to be the only nice variety of red.
Arabella
phyllis
claire
wine
whine
wind
whip
wise
wine
whine(…my head hurts)
msdedi
oh dear, i saw the pinot harvest this year and learned about the color commentary that goes along with it. the nose and all that. and it has elements of gravel and pencil shavings, with just a hint of synthetic automotobile oil.
nicole
He sat at his office during the winter. In broad daylight, he drank it, a cup of blue wine, so appreciated by the great people of the lands of green. nobody could be happier than he was at this moment, except cosmos.
jude
The wine tasted dry and tart and awful. Spitting it out, I looked at the label. Who in their right mind would make wine in the northern coastal region of Iceland? The wine usually is best made elsewhere.
colleen
The wine was coloured red like blood and I savoured it as it crossed my lips, I saw everyone else do the same. It was the sweetest wine anyone had ever tasted, so sweet I jsut had to drink more and more, until eventually the wine ran out and I looked around and smelt the wine in otrher people, madness swept over me and I opened my mouth and started to bite and claw at the people in the room, sucking the wine out of them, I felt others try to get me but I was strongest, it was then I realised what had happened. The wine was blood and I had turned into a vampire.
sophy
there was enough wine in the glass to make all the problems go away, to make her feel better, to replace the scent of him in her clothes, on her sheets, in her head. There was enough. She didn’t know if she should drink the wine though, it was just one step along the path to becoming worse than she already was, more debased, more desprate, more helpless. She picked up the bottle and the glass.
Aardvark
The big vineyard covered the whole hill, but only in one spot were the grapes ripe enough to pick. The farm was cold and wet, and the workers discouraged. They wondered if things would ever get better for them especially since they made a farm in Antarctica.
Anonymous
My parents love the stuff. So does my brother and his wife, yet I can’t seem to enjoy or appreciate wine. It is a very sophisticated drink.
kristin
wine like the drink, not the action of whining, one gets you drunk, the other gets you nowhere, at least the first one has some fun involved, so wine if you must, but don’t whine, instead act, do, speak your truth for the sake of all that is right in the world
Flex
wine what kind of wine like wine to wine sring or wine as in that thingy you drink or wine at the color or maybe the some thats cool to i guess
VampireNanis
drunk. Older people drink wine because it is more exspensive and not as trashy as beer. In Marin County kids drink wine because they are wealthy and it’s all about image. Wine is good. better then beer..duh! :) :0
WM
The god of wine lounged back in his couch, his feet up and one hand behind his head. Each gulp of wine was like heaven running down his throat. He swirled the glass in his hand, glad tht his life could not possibly get any better.
The wine sparkled with soft, crimson highlights, making the glass seem dull by comparison. Her auburn hair brushed the rim, and a sparkling tear ruptured the surface, sending ripples to wash the crystal.
Haelo
Wine is good for your heart, or so the doctors say. It is most often made from fermented grape juice. Italian wine is typically very good, though there are orchards all over California that produce fine wines as well.
Taylor
wine tastes good with everything.
Jen Huber
Drinking red wine has become a much longed for pleasure in my life. Smoking cannabis and drinking red wine has become a common form of escapism for me; drugs have become not an answer to depression but greatly assist in numbing reality.
Jamie Mann
wine is a word that is also a homophone for whine, which is what a bunch of these little bitches that run rampant at my friend’s house do. they are so whiny they act younger than my friend’s two year old daughter. i can’t stand whiny people. ugh, they piss me off so hardcore. want some cheese with that wine?
like the cup of wine in front of me. i feel as though i am capable of intoxicating the one who decides to cunsume me, but these are simply my own deliusions.
it is tasty you can have red and white it comes from fruit and orchards liek apples it comes from countries like africa chile and france etc there are many people who make wines where the fruit ferments forming an acidic taste which people like to eat with meals
it used to be a classic drink to have for romans back in the day like caeser and other empoerer
Wine is purple, like the blush on a fat girl’s cheek. Wine is the looseness of my tongue. The blur that seeps into my insides. Droops my instincts.
good red grapes dinner party italy california napa valley naples glasses
drink thirsty italian dinner balcony
Fruity liquid that makes me wobble. Red, White, and Pink are the colors of Wine country’s flag. I could drink a bunch of bottles of it.
The wine that you poured me has gone sour. The time that seperates us grows by leaps and bounds, as you sit behind the dark veil of death, while I sit in my good clothes, waiting for you on that other side of that veil, and as the wine continues to ferment and grow sourer, time seems to crawl ever so slowly, but all I can do is wait for Death’s visit.
i love the smell of wine. Its rich texture, colour and the intoxicating aroma make for a heady combination. Made from grapes, its is produced in France and in the Napa valley.
I already did this prompt, is there another one?
There is beer in the fridge. Wine doesn’t do muchh for me. Never really understood the obsession. Except if it’s a nice Rioja. But I could use a pinot grigio around for cooking. I made a fish dish last nite and it was perfect. But could have used some wine. I like beer.
The darkness of the liquid in the cup was unexpected. “Go ahead, taste it!” Mike implored. She hesitated, breathed in deeply, and drank. That was all it took. The one sip brought her instantly back to her years of abuse.
wine women and song, I used love red red wine, and then couldn’t drink it anymore. Nothing is quite the same- let’s have a glass of vodka just doesn’t sound as good. wine is romantic,
She sat atop the bench as the party flowed around them. He stared deep into the pale pools of her eyes.
He took a sip of wine, she looked at his mouth and beckoned. Leaning close, he placed his mouth over hers and let the wine flow as their tongues embraced.
Traces of red ran from their mouths and the world disappeared.
she opened up the bottle and drank up every drop of wine hoping to have it reach her core and warm her. she didn’t care about the voice in her head telling her to stop or the faces of friends and family that floated before her eyes
Life – as I hug you – don’t drip away. The harder I hold you, the shorter you stay.
oh great beloved. the bliss of my soul. my very soul. poured, steeped, I am drenched in it. On this mountain top of wisdom…laying here under the moon.
wine red white pungent. Slopping in the glass – cool in summer- summer leaves seen through the sides of a glss – winter red, warming glowing grapes on the vine, curling
I don’t actually like alcohol, partly because I don’t like the idea of being intoxicated and losing control of my own actions and inhibitions, but I do long to appreciate and enjoy alcohol, in the same way as I do cigarettes, in a confused way. Unsure of the influence peer pressure has, and eager to try something new.
the wine in the cellar is so cold that even the ghosts of the old ages will be drunk in their stupor as they relive their youth to defy the strong and stolid arguments that have so often taken place through history over the inebriation of red and white wine. What a fruity disaster it is.
A delicious intoxicating drink, often used by students to make a party seem far classier than it could possibly be, Pinot Noir seems to be the only nice variety of red.
phyllis
wine
whine
wind
whip
wise
wine
whine(…my head hurts)
oh dear, i saw the pinot harvest this year and learned about the color commentary that goes along with it. the nose and all that. and it has elements of gravel and pencil shavings, with just a hint of synthetic automotobile oil.
He sat at his office during the winter. In broad daylight, he drank it, a cup of blue wine, so appreciated by the great people of the lands of green. nobody could be happier than he was at this moment, except cosmos.
The wine tasted dry and tart and awful. Spitting it out, I looked at the label. Who in their right mind would make wine in the northern coastal region of Iceland? The wine usually is best made elsewhere.
The wine was coloured red like blood and I savoured it as it crossed my lips, I saw everyone else do the same. It was the sweetest wine anyone had ever tasted, so sweet I jsut had to drink more and more, until eventually the wine ran out and I looked around and smelt the wine in otrher people, madness swept over me and I opened my mouth and started to bite and claw at the people in the room, sucking the wine out of them, I felt others try to get me but I was strongest, it was then I realised what had happened. The wine was blood and I had turned into a vampire.
there was enough wine in the glass to make all the problems go away, to make her feel better, to replace the scent of him in her clothes, on her sheets, in her head. There was enough. She didn’t know if she should drink the wine though, it was just one step along the path to becoming worse than she already was, more debased, more desprate, more helpless. She picked up the bottle and the glass.
The big vineyard covered the whole hill, but only in one spot were the grapes ripe enough to pick. The farm was cold and wet, and the workers discouraged. They wondered if things would ever get better for them especially since they made a farm in Antarctica.
My parents love the stuff. So does my brother and his wife, yet I can’t seem to enjoy or appreciate wine. It is a very sophisticated drink.
wine like the drink, not the action of whining, one gets you drunk, the other gets you nowhere, at least the first one has some fun involved, so wine if you must, but don’t whine, instead act, do, speak your truth for the sake of all that is right in the world
wine what kind of wine like wine to wine sring or wine as in that thingy you drink or wine at the color or maybe the some thats cool to i guess
drunk. Older people drink wine because it is more exspensive and not as trashy as beer. In Marin County kids drink wine because they are wealthy and it’s all about image. Wine is good. better then beer..duh! :) :0
The god of wine lounged back in his couch, his feet up and one hand behind his head. Each gulp of wine was like heaven running down his throat. He swirled the glass in his hand, glad tht his life could not possibly get any better.
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
wine
The wine sparkled with soft, crimson highlights, making the glass seem dull by comparison. Her auburn hair brushed the rim, and a sparkling tear ruptured the surface, sending ripples to wash the crystal.
Wine is good for your heart, or so the doctors say. It is most often made from fermented grape juice. Italian wine is typically very good, though there are orchards all over California that produce fine wines as well.
wine tastes good with everything.
Drinking red wine has become a much longed for pleasure in my life. Smoking cannabis and drinking red wine has become a common form of escapism for me; drugs have become not an answer to depression but greatly assist in numbing reality.
wine is a word that is also a homophone for whine, which is what a bunch of these little bitches that run rampant at my friend’s house do. they are so whiny they act younger than my friend’s two year old daughter. i can’t stand whiny people. ugh, they piss me off so hardcore. want some cheese with that wine?