Silver always wondered what was so intriguing about the other trainer. He was annoying, overly optimistic, extremely nosy, and exceedingly touchy-feely: the complete definition of what he hated. But whenever he gazed at him with those gold eyes of his, he couldn’t help but put aside those characteristics that irked him so.
Jemma
The sunset was a beautiful golden colour… but all that did was accentuate the pain that I was feeling. Loss. Aching… loss, creating a hole that could never, would never be filled.
And all too soon, the golden sun dipped below the horizon, causing me to shiver, and feel more alone than I had in such a long time.
The beauty that I couldn’t even feel… was now gone. The dream that I barely dared to acknowledge was now finally over. And nothing was left but my own devestated heart, and the all-too-fmailiar awareness that tomorrow would come. And another tomorrow, and another tomorrow, and I was still lost, left without the one thing that I had longed for… that was never to come.
The moon shone silver overhead and, as though inspired by its’ lustrous light, her eyes shone gold.
Shardra tried not to stare, she really did, but it oroved a task too difficult; after all, it wasn’t exactly an everyday occurance, finding out your best friend was a little mire than she seemed.
Daniera, for her part, pretended not to notice.
rold gold. teeth. why am i thinking about teeth. killer condom. teeth. nuclear. I can’t make up a sentence I’m just throwing thoughts out there. This is so stupid. I can’t make sense of anything fucking shit fuck this. Silver.
Jennifer
In, the fading light, it seemed to John that the whole world sparkled gold. He was standing in the center of a wide field, the evening wind making the tall stalks of wheat surrounding him dance in the Sun’s dying rays.
Gold is the sun at the beach. Gold is the sun in our faces, my sunglasses, your cross, the day we said goodbye. Gold is the sun in your eyes, reflecting the tears as you turned away. Gold reminds me of you, just as everything else does and always will.
Aeonian
His eyes glowed a hot golden colour and the younger man’s lungs froze. He clutched at his throat in terror, but could not make a sound. The older man laughed, and the sound of it was like an old, well-tuned instrument played for the first time in centuries. The young man’s neck bled from his own fingernails. He collapsed with a thud. The older man’s eyes grew still again, a dark brown to match the earth beneath his feet. His teeth gleamed in the starlight as he crunched the leaves beneath him while he exited the clearing.
Gold earrings,
She wrapped herself around me in slow motion
Those golden locks
The eyes that could pierce through diamond
On me like a hawk
Still, the only thing I felt was a memory
Of beauty
And the rapture of this moment fell away into a cloud of smoke
Shackled and burnt
She fucked me
Louise’s hair could have passed for gold. It shone under the harsh lab lights.
Julia smiled. Maybe she could trust Louise.
Or maybe not.
709
Gold hung from his neck as he pointed his gun at the bank teller. After screaming and some shots fired, he ran out of the bank to his car. He went home to his daughter and told her she can finally take those ballet lessons she dreamed of.
Daisy
Gold is the aspect of all human life. It runs our race, our thoughts, our every invention. It is power. It is crude. It is our fall. Power only leads to desolation.
Matthew Ramey
She was so funny
slipping in zingers like bits of pickled ginger
spicing shit up, catching us off guard
inducing snorts and giggles and almost sprayed liquids
of various quantities and temperatures
Vulgar puns, snappy dialogue
Quality comedy
that shit was gold
People think that gold is the only thing that bring you any happiness in life. WHY? Because it’s money. People want security. But this isn’t the security that they need. They need love. They need to know hardship and how to get through it and get through it together. Gold means nothing. Experience is everything.
People think that gold is the only thing that bring you any happiness in life. WHY? Because it’s money. People want security. But this isn’t the security that they need. They need love. They need to know hardship and how to get through it and get through it together. Gold means nothing. Experience is everything.
katie white
substance and alchemy
we exalt a trait
to the highest
reaction
dirt
earth
substance
what is the highest?
Meowanie
It was the color of his eyes. It was ugly. It wasn’t a beautiful gold of fiction, but it was the sickly gold, ugly yellow of the disease that had already killed a quarter of human population on earth. And I was in love with him. This hideous eyed man who would die within a year as his body faded away, wasted down to a sack of skin with bones and shriveled organs inside. I know this, I can already see his cheekbones beginning to stand out more, his ribs when we swim, he tires quickly. But his voice hasn’t changed since it got worse. It’s deep and silky, a bit like an old scarf, a bit frayed. It’s beautiful.
His heart was as good as fucking gold. That’s why he let her go completely. So that his heart of fucking gold would not corrode from her acerbic, devious, back-stabbing little…
Or so he thought. Just because his heart was as good as fucking gold. Not because she was impossible to keep up with. He does not know how to pick on someone his own size.
There she was. She was golden. She stood in the doorframe. The light shone on her. Her gold hair, her emerald eyes. She was beauty. No one in the room could compare to such a precious metal in human form. They were are leaden compared to her golden beauty.
Forrest
All my daughters tend to wear blue on rainy saturdays, jumping and grinding in the west end of town. The food around here is dangerous, your wallet won’t make it, believe me.
They shimmered and shined. They glittered and gleamed. No, not gold. Her eyes. Her eyes were everything I wanted. I would have her eyes. Yes, they would be mine.
Saffy
gold is the most important thing we have, but we should know how we use it because it has many different meaning…
– the gold of your life is to be good with GOD..
– the gold of your mind is you have to make a goal has a relation with human that you can help
– the gold of your heart is the love really but you have to be sure is the really one… because here we find many golds but the most are fraud…. :/
THIS IS GOLD
rossou
“Time to start investing in gold,” said Tom.
“What?” I reply.
“The economy is going down the shitter, Jeff.”
“But…gold?”
“Of course. Universally accepted as being valuable, not tied to any currency or country. What better?”
The golden spray of light seeping through the crack under the door illuminated the side of her face, catching her hair, the curve of her cheek, and the worried lines creasing her forehead.
i was wearing golden earrings on the day my rabbit died. I looked beautiful, my dad said. But I cried. I couldn’t stop and I never wore the earrings again. They were left alone in the drawer next to my bed, next to my first teeth.
Mandula
She was pure gold. With a smile that lit up the room. You knew when she was around.
Gold flakes fell from her. Pieces of her memoriers, her loves,/ and her saddness slipped away as old skin off a snake. How precious are these losses? do they make up who she is? who she was or who she will become?
It was the horns that got him. They glistened, she said. He wished she’d shut up for a second. She thought they were made of real gold. The band was terrible, lonely and engaging the audience with banter and inexcusable choppy play that no one really picked up on. They looked good in suits.
It turns to dust in my hands, money. I’m the anti-Midas; gold ceases to be at my very touch. It’s just that there are so many other things – paper, ink, the scent of mysterious far-off lands – that seem so much more important.
Sarah
it felt grade to have this gold, vibrantly surrounding me as i sat in the middle of the room, i felt like a billionaire who had just turn all his money into bars, i felt unstoppable, i felt like i could cure any world problems, although it wasn’t my money, ill at least take a few of the mans bars, after all, hes dead so what can he do with it?
On their wedding night, Clancey asked Cecilia: “What on earth possessed you to pick me of all people?” He remembers asking this because Cecilia had laughed- she laughed so much some tea had gone up her nose, and they had both laughed then. Cecilia was wearing all of her jewelry, even her seashell necklace, and she would glimmer each time she moved. It seemed so long ago, that time, when he thought he would never be parted from her. As of late he’s just busy. He catches himself sleeping at his desk instead of their bedroom. Some nights he wonders if the bombings, the calls, the investigations- he wonders if they’ll ever end.
“Poor Lowell.” She says one night, and Clancey notices she isn’t wearing any of her jewelry. “You look absolutely dreadful, dear!”
Cecilia takes a minute to realize what she’s said and Clancey is laughing for the first time in a long time. She doesn’t look the same as she did on their wedding night- but still, to him she’s glinting. She’s shimmering.
Gold makes people greedy. It allows people to show their true colors. People will do anything for a little gold. Because gold equals money and money equals power, and at that core, that is what all of humanity wants is power. We all want to be the most powerful.
Chel
Symbolises prosperity. Indians buy it in bulk – give it as a dowry. I don’t like gold personally. I like rose gold, light gold but definitely not INDIAN gold. Does anyone know what thats like? Really garish and ove the top.
Serena
Mara looked at the clouds in the distance. The sun gilded them fiery gold, and just the sight of them calmed her. Who cared what the rest of them said? She was leaving them; there was nothing they could do about that.
Her eyes shone like gold in the mid-summer sunlight, gleaming and glittering, sending his heart aflutter. Those eyes could reflect so much emotion, and yet, in the swift turn of a head, she could hide all those pent-up secrets.
Nicole Turner
Aztec chocolate- the maiden drips with turquoise, feeds me luscious cacao- I am burnt, I am a-tremble. Our last enounter, tonight she will ascend, her virgin status makes her ripe for Goddess consummation.
Moth
She had gold in her teeth. Flakes stuck between her molars, dust coating the harsh enamel that had begun to yellow throughout the years. She wore no crowns, but it was as if her mouth was a living, breathing mine, with ore gleaming from her tongue instead of bacteria or germs. Maya stepped away from her cautiously, staring at the glow emitting from her mouth.
“What?” she asked, as if the metal did not slur her speech.
Belinda Roddie
Crashes of light flew past my eyes,
Sparks ricocheted off roads and flashed in the skies.
The splintering colour was magnificent to Perceive
Raindrops. exploding grenades of gold you wouldn’t believe
Tabitha Hastie
He inspected the gold piece. He looked up and said to the kid behind the counter “son someone sold you fools gold”
Silver always wondered what was so intriguing about the other trainer. He was annoying, overly optimistic, extremely nosy, and exceedingly touchy-feely: the complete definition of what he hated. But whenever he gazed at him with those gold eyes of his, he couldn’t help but put aside those characteristics that irked him so.
The sunset was a beautiful golden colour… but all that did was accentuate the pain that I was feeling. Loss. Aching… loss, creating a hole that could never, would never be filled.
And all too soon, the golden sun dipped below the horizon, causing me to shiver, and feel more alone than I had in such a long time.
The beauty that I couldn’t even feel… was now gone. The dream that I barely dared to acknowledge was now finally over. And nothing was left but my own devestated heart, and the all-too-fmailiar awareness that tomorrow would come. And another tomorrow, and another tomorrow, and I was still lost, left without the one thing that I had longed for… that was never to come.
The moon shone silver overhead and, as though inspired by its’ lustrous light, her eyes shone gold.
Shardra tried not to stare, she really did, but it oroved a task too difficult; after all, it wasn’t exactly an everyday occurance, finding out your best friend was a little mire than she seemed.
Daniera, for her part, pretended not to notice.
rold gold. teeth. why am i thinking about teeth. killer condom. teeth. nuclear. I can’t make up a sentence I’m just throwing thoughts out there. This is so stupid. I can’t make sense of anything fucking shit fuck this. Silver.
In, the fading light, it seemed to John that the whole world sparkled gold. He was standing in the center of a wide field, the evening wind making the tall stalks of wheat surrounding him dance in the Sun’s dying rays.
Gold is the sun at the beach. Gold is the sun in our faces, my sunglasses, your cross, the day we said goodbye. Gold is the sun in your eyes, reflecting the tears as you turned away. Gold reminds me of you, just as everything else does and always will.
His eyes glowed a hot golden colour and the younger man’s lungs froze. He clutched at his throat in terror, but could not make a sound. The older man laughed, and the sound of it was like an old, well-tuned instrument played for the first time in centuries. The young man’s neck bled from his own fingernails. He collapsed with a thud. The older man’s eyes grew still again, a dark brown to match the earth beneath his feet. His teeth gleamed in the starlight as he crunched the leaves beneath him while he exited the clearing.
Gold earrings,
She wrapped herself around me in slow motion
Those golden locks
The eyes that could pierce through diamond
On me like a hawk
Still, the only thing I felt was a memory
Of beauty
And the rapture of this moment fell away into a cloud of smoke
Shackled and burnt
She fucked me
Louise’s hair could have passed for gold. It shone under the harsh lab lights.
Julia smiled. Maybe she could trust Louise.
Or maybe not.
Gold hung from his neck as he pointed his gun at the bank teller. After screaming and some shots fired, he ran out of the bank to his car. He went home to his daughter and told her she can finally take those ballet lessons she dreamed of.
Gold is the aspect of all human life. It runs our race, our thoughts, our every invention. It is power. It is crude. It is our fall. Power only leads to desolation.
She was so funny
slipping in zingers like bits of pickled ginger
spicing shit up, catching us off guard
inducing snorts and giggles and almost sprayed liquids
of various quantities and temperatures
Vulgar puns, snappy dialogue
Quality comedy
that shit was gold
People think that gold is the only thing that bring you any happiness in life. WHY? Because it’s money. People want security. But this isn’t the security that they need. They need love. They need to know hardship and how to get through it and get through it together. Gold means nothing. Experience is everything.
People think that gold is the only thing that bring you any happiness in life. WHY? Because it’s money. People want security. But this isn’t the security that they need. They need love. They need to know hardship and how to get through it and get through it together. Gold means nothing. Experience is everything.
substance and alchemy
we exalt a trait
to the highest
reaction
dirt
earth
substance
what is the highest?
It was the color of his eyes. It was ugly. It wasn’t a beautiful gold of fiction, but it was the sickly gold, ugly yellow of the disease that had already killed a quarter of human population on earth. And I was in love with him. This hideous eyed man who would die within a year as his body faded away, wasted down to a sack of skin with bones and shriveled organs inside. I know this, I can already see his cheekbones beginning to stand out more, his ribs when we swim, he tires quickly. But his voice hasn’t changed since it got worse. It’s deep and silky, a bit like an old scarf, a bit frayed. It’s beautiful.
His heart was as good as fucking gold. That’s why he let her go completely. So that his heart of fucking gold would not corrode from her acerbic, devious, back-stabbing little…
Or so he thought. Just because his heart was as good as fucking gold. Not because she was impossible to keep up with. He does not know how to pick on someone his own size.
There she was. She was golden. She stood in the doorframe. The light shone on her. Her gold hair, her emerald eyes. She was beauty. No one in the room could compare to such a precious metal in human form. They were are leaden compared to her golden beauty.
All my daughters tend to wear blue on rainy saturdays, jumping and grinding in the west end of town. The food around here is dangerous, your wallet won’t make it, believe me.
They shimmered and shined. They glittered and gleamed. No, not gold. Her eyes. Her eyes were everything I wanted. I would have her eyes. Yes, they would be mine.
gold is the most important thing we have, but we should know how we use it because it has many different meaning…
– the gold of your life is to be good with GOD..
– the gold of your mind is you have to make a goal has a relation with human that you can help
– the gold of your heart is the love really but you have to be sure is the really one… because here we find many golds but the most are fraud…. :/
THIS IS GOLD
“Time to start investing in gold,” said Tom.
“What?” I reply.
“The economy is going down the shitter, Jeff.”
“But…gold?”
“Of course. Universally accepted as being valuable, not tied to any currency or country. What better?”
The golden spray of light seeping through the crack under the door illuminated the side of her face, catching her hair, the curve of her cheek, and the worried lines creasing her forehead.
There was a glimmer as she turned
I couldn’t see past the shine that engulfed her neck.
She hid behind it,
like it meant something to someone.
i was wearing golden earrings on the day my rabbit died. I looked beautiful, my dad said. But I cried. I couldn’t stop and I never wore the earrings again. They were left alone in the drawer next to my bed, next to my first teeth.
She was pure gold. With a smile that lit up the room. You knew when she was around.
Gold flakes fell from her. Pieces of her memoriers, her loves,/ and her saddness slipped away as old skin off a snake. How precious are these losses? do they make up who she is? who she was or who she will become?
It was the horns that got him. They glistened, she said. He wished she’d shut up for a second. She thought they were made of real gold. The band was terrible, lonely and engaging the audience with banter and inexcusable choppy play that no one really picked up on. They looked good in suits.
It turns to dust in my hands, money. I’m the anti-Midas; gold ceases to be at my very touch. It’s just that there are so many other things – paper, ink, the scent of mysterious far-off lands – that seem so much more important.
it felt grade to have this gold, vibrantly surrounding me as i sat in the middle of the room, i felt like a billionaire who had just turn all his money into bars, i felt unstoppable, i felt like i could cure any world problems, although it wasn’t my money, ill at least take a few of the mans bars, after all, hes dead so what can he do with it?
On their wedding night, Clancey asked Cecilia: “What on earth possessed you to pick me of all people?” He remembers asking this because Cecilia had laughed- she laughed so much some tea had gone up her nose, and they had both laughed then. Cecilia was wearing all of her jewelry, even her seashell necklace, and she would glimmer each time she moved. It seemed so long ago, that time, when he thought he would never be parted from her. As of late he’s just busy. He catches himself sleeping at his desk instead of their bedroom. Some nights he wonders if the bombings, the calls, the investigations- he wonders if they’ll ever end.
“Poor Lowell.” She says one night, and Clancey notices she isn’t wearing any of her jewelry. “You look absolutely dreadful, dear!”
Cecilia takes a minute to realize what she’s said and Clancey is laughing for the first time in a long time. She doesn’t look the same as she did on their wedding night- but still, to him she’s glinting. She’s shimmering.
Gold makes people greedy. It allows people to show their true colors. People will do anything for a little gold. Because gold equals money and money equals power, and at that core, that is what all of humanity wants is power. We all want to be the most powerful.
Symbolises prosperity. Indians buy it in bulk – give it as a dowry. I don’t like gold personally. I like rose gold, light gold but definitely not INDIAN gold. Does anyone know what thats like? Really garish and ove the top.
Mara looked at the clouds in the distance. The sun gilded them fiery gold, and just the sight of them calmed her. Who cared what the rest of them said? She was leaving them; there was nothing they could do about that.
Money. Jewellery. Mines. Poverty. Wealth. Africa. Slavery. Wars. Indecency. Hierarchy. Trouble. Fights. Disagreements. Sadness.
Her eyes shone like gold in the mid-summer sunlight, gleaming and glittering, sending his heart aflutter. Those eyes could reflect so much emotion, and yet, in the swift turn of a head, she could hide all those pent-up secrets.
Aztec chocolate- the maiden drips with turquoise, feeds me luscious cacao- I am burnt, I am a-tremble. Our last enounter, tonight she will ascend, her virgin status makes her ripe for Goddess consummation.
She had gold in her teeth. Flakes stuck between her molars, dust coating the harsh enamel that had begun to yellow throughout the years. She wore no crowns, but it was as if her mouth was a living, breathing mine, with ore gleaming from her tongue instead of bacteria or germs. Maya stepped away from her cautiously, staring at the glow emitting from her mouth.
“What?” she asked, as if the metal did not slur her speech.
Crashes of light flew past my eyes,
Sparks ricocheted off roads and flashed in the skies.
The splintering colour was magnificent to Perceive
Raindrops. exploding grenades of gold you wouldn’t believe
He inspected the gold piece. He looked up and said to the kid behind the counter “son someone sold you fools gold”