She wraps her arms around me, and her touch is as soft as wool. She says to me, “Touch me,” and I do, in all the wrong places. In every way possible, she is a sheep – malleable, soft, and a follower to boot. Maybe I love her for it, or maybe I just love how she feels under my fingertips. We both know that she’ll always be mine to hold.
His sweater was made of warm wool. She rubbed her cheek against it, inhaling the cologne that he never failed to put on. It was hard not to cry. Not to remember actually holding him in the dark brown wool sweater.
Jennifer
I don’t know a lot about wool to be honest. But I’m sure I can learn. Well… I have to learn. My mom wants me to take over the sheep farm after all. Which entitles me, the ever so eager daughter to make cloth fromt he horrid wool and sell it. Ah, good times good times. Needless to say I’m not looking forward to it.
wool to me reminds me of my father. and i typically want to try my hardest to like it as much as he does because i want to be just like my father. it’s incredibly warm but can be itchy at times, i guess have to get over the discomfort to be held in warmth, i like it.
corynne fish
Itchy as hell. Anything made out of this is warm but impossible to wear due to the extreme discomfort it causes. Belongs on sheep and nowhere else.
D
I held the sweater to my face, it was the last one my grandmother had made to me. It was made from wool, though I was allergic to it. I’m sure she had forgotten that in her old age, but today she died and the hives that I’d break into would be worth it to smell the hint of her that remained inside of the sweater.
Wool has always been one of my favorite hated things. It’s scratchy, moths eat it, and now that the world’s so freakin’ smart, who needs it for warmth anyway?
emily
It’s itchy. I feel it deep into my skin. Deeper than hatred. It sticks through my pores and aggravates my muscles. It encompasses my whole mind. I cannot think of anything but the itchiness. There’s nothing I can do to distract myself. No place I can escape to where I can relax and be free until I have removed the clothing.
Cassidy Harris
mmm wool means warm. wool is scratchy, but the kind of scratchy that yolu still snuggle up in at the end of the day, so it can’t be that bad. right? everyone loves their dad’s old wool sweaters. the way they look, smell, feel, the whole nine yards. but somehow wool gets a bad wrap. well wool, im here to defend you. i love wool, regardless of the scartch.
itchy feeling it gives you when you put it on, usually gray a soft mundane color. Often not the first thing you want to feel at all. the stuff of coats and sweaters your grandmother knits for you. Something to keep you warm from the elements. Wears well.
Jasmine
I hate wool sweaters. They may be warm and toasty, but they’re usually scratchy as hell. Of course, even though I hate wool sweaters, I still have at least a couple of them. With enough layers underneath, I can half sorta kinda deal with them. And when its 20 degrees out, well, scratchy is better than freezing.
Cristina
“Mmm,”
“Alex.”
“Mmm,”
“Alex.”
“Mmm?”
“How do you like the new sweater I bought you?”
“…It’ll work.”
Lily
thread, yes sir yes sir, three bags full. one for you and the lady. one for me and my lady. love it or leave it. your choice.seriously.your choice.take me by surprise.love it or leave it.
Sheep have a strange habit. They don’t seem to be comfortable on their back. Is it because their wool had just been shaven? Maybe we hurt the sheep a lot more than we think.
Wilco Admiraal
Wool comes from sheep. Wool tends to be extremely itchy. The most commonly known thing made out of wool is socks, but I don’t understand why you would want to wear wool socks if they’re itchy? That sounds like setting yourself up for an extremely uncomfortable day. Although,everything wool sounds uncomfortable to me. So why wear it?
Amy Wagoner
It’s soft, great to be used for clothing, blankets and upholstery. It comes from sheep, goats and other animals and provides us with heat. The animals from hence it comes are usually herbivores and seem to be able to eat nearly any where. It can be dyed also and fashioned into synthetics
Kevin Hughes
pull it around your skin it’s itchy when the winter roles in your mother says put on your mittens on the ends of needles around the ends of fingertips and seconds counting down as she knits you a present.
Eric
it’s something so useful and so much a part of our lives yet so many don’t even realise it. how many persons think about where things come from? the effort that goes into making the things we use every day? i don’t think many do. i think that’s sad. we need to be conscious.
renee
Th girl could never really be happy, not with hair frizzy like wool and a world that would judge her. But the light of that summer day made her beautiful, and she clung to it like rope, holding on the the last precious tendrils as the sun slipped away.
The wool socks were itchy on her ankles, but she didn’t mind. The socks were almost the only thing she had left to remember her mother.
It seemed like every day, her mother was in her chair, knitting pair after pair of socks, all colors, all sizes.
Wool sweaters are fantastic, they keep you warm and are also very fashionable. They come in different colors. However, my favorite has always been white. It is such a class color, it matches everything and ANY skin tone. With a wool sweater i suppose you would need mittens. I hateee mitens
kajol
he promised to take care of me. But now I sit, cold and forgotten on the street. The thin torn wool of my jacket does nothing to keep away the cold, or the sorrow that he is not here.
you have hair like wool and skin like copper, and Mesopotamian eyes which bellow ancient hymns i’ll never know – i can’t ever know you and that is precisely why i feel that our souls are made of the same matter.
RK
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sheep. I would like to take your wool. I will give you a field and protection from wolves. I will also give you a very special place in human history.
Jeff Goodman
a pretty scarf. or even an ugly one. definately an ugly one. my friend had alpacas and her mom would shave them every few months and she would make scars and mittens. i thought this was cool. i think this is a stupid word. and i dont enjoy writing about it at all. wool and cool have the same ending but yet they do not rhyme. weird.
lauren
soft feeling at first, but it gets scratchy
but it’s so warm, even when wet
i have a sock monkey style sweater made of wool
i would wear it more, but it’s scratchy
and i am all red after wearing it from scratching so much
but it was only $5, so it’s okay
isolatedsquid
Wool is the texture the smell of my p-coat. It’s rainy days. It keeps the chill off. Its scrtachy Irish sweaters that look better than they feel when I was younger. Wool is…heavy.
Drew Douglass
coarse dirtied wool flushed my cheeks as he flushed our flesh and scoured my insides for a cry of delight
Amanda Drozd
He was ever so gentle. He caressed her soft back. He felt the warmth coming from under her thick hair. He began to remove it slowly. “Bah”, she said. “I love you, too”, he whispered with a tear falling gently onto her bare back.
Atlas
Another day, baking in the eternal summer, heat soaring to 52 degrees beyond the shade, enough to melt a ginger- thankfully, it was not the fairer race who’d have to worry for now… crossing a weary old gap toothed sheep farmer like Jimbo didn’t seem like such a gamble- more of a surefire moneyspinner, but this greed fuelled city slicker didn’t fair so well sewn into a wool sack in this climate- maybe a fitting insight into the hell he would soon occupy for evermore.
In this wool we see passion. A member brings fantasies amongst ourselves. Nothing is too fond, nothing is too easy. Work for success and work for respect. Wool, the answer.
Stefan Smith
wool over my eyes i cant see the grey cool natural water proof ways in the snow cold white bright heavy keeping me warm down under in my sleep as the morning rays tickle my eyes like
Amber
There we sat at the end of the bed. Neither of us wished to do more that sit, I with posture and he slightly slumped, wrapped in a wool blanket that was warm with our body heat. What could we say? We felt what we would say anyway.
poor sheep. never saw it coming. on the brightside, mr. or mrs. sheep, you make one hell of a sweater, and thanks for keeping me warm.
elliot
it looked like woo. but it says wool. which i guess would be nice to have right now because it’s so cold. but since i don’t have any wool, i will just stick with thinking this said “woo”. . .so umm. . .woo? i guess. ehh. idk. this is the longest 60 seconds i’ve ever endured. . .5 4.3 2 `1
Jaybee
Wool doesn’t really mean much to me. No deep ideas or profound mean comes to me from a word like “wool.” The most I can say is this; wool is a rough, terrible fabric. Does that work?
mynameisnathan
Wool. Wool you fool, wool is what the ghoul thinks of as he sits upon his stool, by the pool making shmool (A stew like meal).
She wraps her arms around me, and her touch is as soft as wool. She says to me, “Touch me,” and I do, in all the wrong places. In every way possible, she is a sheep – malleable, soft, and a follower to boot. Maybe I love her for it, or maybe I just love how she feels under my fingertips. We both know that she’ll always be mine to hold.
His sweater was made of warm wool. She rubbed her cheek against it, inhaling the cologne that he never failed to put on. It was hard not to cry. Not to remember actually holding him in the dark brown wool sweater.
I don’t know a lot about wool to be honest. But I’m sure I can learn. Well… I have to learn. My mom wants me to take over the sheep farm after all. Which entitles me, the ever so eager daughter to make cloth fromt he horrid wool and sell it. Ah, good times good times. Needless to say I’m not looking forward to it.
sheep
steel
soft
fluffy
blanket
suit
pillow
skirt
jacket, socks, grass, mammoth, scottland,
wool to me reminds me of my father. and i typically want to try my hardest to like it as much as he does because i want to be just like my father. it’s incredibly warm but can be itchy at times, i guess have to get over the discomfort to be held in warmth, i like it.
Itchy as hell. Anything made out of this is warm but impossible to wear due to the extreme discomfort it causes. Belongs on sheep and nowhere else.
I held the sweater to my face, it was the last one my grandmother had made to me. It was made from wool, though I was allergic to it. I’m sure she had forgotten that in her old age, but today she died and the hives that I’d break into would be worth it to smell the hint of her that remained inside of the sweater.
Wool has always been one of my favorite hated things. It’s scratchy, moths eat it, and now that the world’s so freakin’ smart, who needs it for warmth anyway?
It’s itchy. I feel it deep into my skin. Deeper than hatred. It sticks through my pores and aggravates my muscles. It encompasses my whole mind. I cannot think of anything but the itchiness. There’s nothing I can do to distract myself. No place I can escape to where I can relax and be free until I have removed the clothing.
mmm wool means warm. wool is scratchy, but the kind of scratchy that yolu still snuggle up in at the end of the day, so it can’t be that bad. right? everyone loves their dad’s old wool sweaters. the way they look, smell, feel, the whole nine yards. but somehow wool gets a bad wrap. well wool, im here to defend you. i love wool, regardless of the scartch.
It’s kind of itchy, but on a cold day I find myself thankful for it. Do sheep know?
itchy feeling it gives you when you put it on, usually gray a soft mundane color. Often not the first thing you want to feel at all. the stuff of coats and sweaters your grandmother knits for you. Something to keep you warm from the elements. Wears well.
I hate wool sweaters. They may be warm and toasty, but they’re usually scratchy as hell. Of course, even though I hate wool sweaters, I still have at least a couple of them. With enough layers underneath, I can half sorta kinda deal with them. And when its 20 degrees out, well, scratchy is better than freezing.
“Mmm,”
“Alex.”
“Mmm,”
“Alex.”
“Mmm?”
“How do you like the new sweater I bought you?”
“…It’ll work.”
thread, yes sir yes sir, three bags full. one for you and the lady. one for me and my lady. love it or leave it. your choice.seriously.your choice.take me by surprise.love it or leave it.
Sheep have a strange habit. They don’t seem to be comfortable on their back. Is it because their wool had just been shaven? Maybe we hurt the sheep a lot more than we think.
Wool comes from sheep. Wool tends to be extremely itchy. The most commonly known thing made out of wool is socks, but I don’t understand why you would want to wear wool socks if they’re itchy? That sounds like setting yourself up for an extremely uncomfortable day. Although,everything wool sounds uncomfortable to me. So why wear it?
It’s soft, great to be used for clothing, blankets and upholstery. It comes from sheep, goats and other animals and provides us with heat. The animals from hence it comes are usually herbivores and seem to be able to eat nearly any where. It can be dyed also and fashioned into synthetics
pull it around your skin it’s itchy when the winter roles in your mother says put on your mittens on the ends of needles around the ends of fingertips and seconds counting down as she knits you a present.
it’s something so useful and so much a part of our lives yet so many don’t even realise it. how many persons think about where things come from? the effort that goes into making the things we use every day? i don’t think many do. i think that’s sad. we need to be conscious.
Th girl could never really be happy, not with hair frizzy like wool and a world that would judge her. But the light of that summer day made her beautiful, and she clung to it like rope, holding on the the last precious tendrils as the sun slipped away.
The wool socks were itchy on her ankles, but she didn’t mind. The socks were almost the only thing she had left to remember her mother.
It seemed like every day, her mother was in her chair, knitting pair after pair of socks, all colors, all sizes.
Wool sweaters are fantastic, they keep you warm and are also very fashionable. They come in different colors. However, my favorite has always been white. It is such a class color, it matches everything and ANY skin tone. With a wool sweater i suppose you would need mittens. I hateee mitens
he promised to take care of me. But now I sit, cold and forgotten on the street. The thin torn wool of my jacket does nothing to keep away the cold, or the sorrow that he is not here.
you have hair like wool and skin like copper, and Mesopotamian eyes which bellow ancient hymns i’ll never know – i can’t ever know you and that is precisely why i feel that our souls are made of the same matter.
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sheep. I would like to take your wool. I will give you a field and protection from wolves. I will also give you a very special place in human history.
a pretty scarf. or even an ugly one. definately an ugly one. my friend had alpacas and her mom would shave them every few months and she would make scars and mittens. i thought this was cool. i think this is a stupid word. and i dont enjoy writing about it at all. wool and cool have the same ending but yet they do not rhyme. weird.
soft feeling at first, but it gets scratchy
but it’s so warm, even when wet
i have a sock monkey style sweater made of wool
i would wear it more, but it’s scratchy
and i am all red after wearing it from scratching so much
but it was only $5, so it’s okay
Wool is the texture the smell of my p-coat. It’s rainy days. It keeps the chill off. Its scrtachy Irish sweaters that look better than they feel when I was younger. Wool is…heavy.
coarse dirtied wool flushed my cheeks as he flushed our flesh and scoured my insides for a cry of delight
He was ever so gentle. He caressed her soft back. He felt the warmth coming from under her thick hair. He began to remove it slowly. “Bah”, she said. “I love you, too”, he whispered with a tear falling gently onto her bare back.
Another day, baking in the eternal summer, heat soaring to 52 degrees beyond the shade, enough to melt a ginger- thankfully, it was not the fairer race who’d have to worry for now… crossing a weary old gap toothed sheep farmer like Jimbo didn’t seem like such a gamble- more of a surefire moneyspinner, but this greed fuelled city slicker didn’t fair so well sewn into a wool sack in this climate- maybe a fitting insight into the hell he would soon occupy for evermore.
In this wool we see passion. A member brings fantasies amongst ourselves. Nothing is too fond, nothing is too easy. Work for success and work for respect. Wool, the answer.
wool over my eyes i cant see the grey cool natural water proof ways in the snow cold white bright heavy keeping me warm down under in my sleep as the morning rays tickle my eyes like
There we sat at the end of the bed. Neither of us wished to do more that sit, I with posture and he slightly slumped, wrapped in a wool blanket that was warm with our body heat. What could we say? We felt what we would say anyway.
poor sheep. never saw it coming. on the brightside, mr. or mrs. sheep, you make one hell of a sweater, and thanks for keeping me warm.
it looked like woo. but it says wool. which i guess would be nice to have right now because it’s so cold. but since i don’t have any wool, i will just stick with thinking this said “woo”. . .so umm. . .woo? i guess. ehh. idk. this is the longest 60 seconds i’ve ever endured. . .5 4.3 2 `1
Wool doesn’t really mean much to me. No deep ideas or profound mean comes to me from a word like “wool.” The most I can say is this; wool is a rough, terrible fabric. Does that work?
Wool. Wool you fool, wool is what the ghoul thinks of as he sits upon his stool, by the pool making shmool (A stew like meal).
Ah, i just got that writing prompt…