She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch was like a hot poker burning deeply into her skin; every time he was near her it gave her the willies; yet now, on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bear; just the mere thought that he lived while her beloved husband Tom died, made her breakdown, in her head she screamed why couldn’t it be you. It should have been you; you deserve to die for all your sins, the passion which was once between these two as teens was now nothing but a burning hatred in their hearts. As she watched them lower her sweet Tom down into his grave she wished she could push him in as well.
The mortal coil wants to fling off the side of the track, like a half-eaten shit next to a passed out homeless. It wants my livers and my kidneys cut out in nice, symmetric holes, so the black market won’t have a use for them, and my family loses what little profit they could make from me. It wants my soul to burn through the roofs of sixty million people and never get to say a word. I’m going down the slammer, as soon as they get their hands on me, because six plus six equals hell on earth and I’ve earned it, baby, oh I’ve earned it.
Everything is coiling up around me. I can’t tell what I’m seeing. Colours have mixed, objects have taken each others’ shape. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m completely sure it’s not good. Hopefully it is over soon.
She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch was like a hot poker burning deeply into her skin; every time he was near her it gave her the willies; yet now, on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bear; just the mere thought that he lived while her beloved husband Tom died, made her breakdown, in her head she screamed why couldn’t it be you. It should have been you; you deserve to die for all your sins, the passion which was once between these two as teens was now nothing but a burning hatred in their hearts. As she watched them lower her sweet Tom down into his grave she wished she could push him in as well.
She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder. She did not like his touch. It gave her the willies every time he was near her and now on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bare.
suddenly i am 14 again when i see you in the hallway
2 years poured back into my heart
i feel your hand on mine
you can drive now
i can smell you amongst the others
The snakes coil over my skin, caressing, squeezing. I can feel the life spilling out of me. My breaths grow shorter, more acute. The need for air consumes me. And suddenly, i am no more.
The coil wraps around the nail as the electricity runs through. High above my head it crackles and light and light and boom lightning Tesla what am I even writing I need sleep now but I have work to do minute is up gah.
To coil is to wrap around somethin. When you coil a metal wire around an iron bar you make the iron bar electromagnetic. This can be used in many systems and machines, inclusing electric locks and barriers.
tight together we coil and uncoil beneath egyptian cotton sheets; my legs are like ivy around yours and i snake my fingers into your sweaty hair and breathe in huffs against your neck — there is a gnashing of teeth against skin and a growling in my throat and a need so heavy and visceral.
He had really messed up. How was he going to get out of this coil? He cheated and he knew that she would never take him back. It was only once, but that one decision will inadvertently change his life forever.
metal. heat. frozen in that movie armageddon. fetal position. wrapped around another’s body. grief. sadness to where you can’t breathe. scratch. macaroni.
There are days when I look in the mirror and my hair is curling perfectly, with the biggest finger coils resting on my shoulders. This only happens once in a while.
I had a coil fitted without telling my husband. He wanted more children. I didn’t. I had ten kids in ten years, that was enough for me. I couldn’t keep pushing them out. I was exhausted.
I had a coil inserted without telling my husband. He wanted more children. I wanted a rest. ten children in eight years was enough for me, I couldn’t keep doing it.
he had fired a very big gun but the point was did he considered about the recoil too. because consequences does matter in every bodies life. all the decisions should be taken in view of the results to be obtained.
He folded his body up to better fit in the cramped space, nothing but a serpentine coil in the darkness. There was something ugly in his glittering eyes that I couldn’t quite place. All I knew was that I didn’t trust him.
Tension ran high in the room. It seemed as though Brad was so angry he could strike at any moment, like a venomous snake coiled just before his attack. The
His knees began to buckle. His back began to bow. He was on the brink of caving in under the pressure. He could no longer withstand the weight that Atlas placed on his shoulders. He could take no more.
As she was walking through the woods she looked down at her feet and saw a coil of what she thought was a rope until it moved and slithered away. The snake did not bother her, nor did she bother it, as their paths just silently crossed.
The rescue rope sprung up from the dead ship like a weed. She tried to avoid it, but she had no control over her body. Floating past it, she strained her ankle to keep her foot out of its reach. It brushed her sole and for a moment she imagined it coiling around her ankle. She said a silent prayer and
on this wordly state we strut. confused. frightened. alone – except a couple of good buddies who can always be counted on to want to watch the game and have a couple of pops. so it ain’t all that bad really when it comes down to it
Her hair was bound into two fat plaits and coiled about her head like a crown. She raised her arms and began to unpin the mass, and he watched, his pulse pounding.
The rope was thick and gnarled, coiling around her feel and weighing her down. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream; she was utterly helpless. The people of the town were leering, bloodthirsty and awaiting her immi
The coil of flesh undulated and writhed across the dark floor of the unlit chamber. The man nearly dropped his torch out of sheer terror as the shadows stretched and ebbed across the massive unwinding unnatural beast.
The coil that was supposed to loosen only go tighter. The crowd roared with laughter as the helpless woman struggled to breathe. Gasps were the only thing that escaped her mouth. There was no way out. How could these people do this to me? the woman thought. Then, all of sudden, the ground shook uncontrollably, and thunder rumbled up ahead. It was none other then…
It was so tight I couldn’t get it undone. Every attempt to pull at the knots made my fingers ache. My thumb nail ripped and I started bleeding, but I didn’t have time to waste. I had to keep pulling and trying to untangle this mess. If I didn’t get the rope off in the next minute she was going to be burned alive.
When eyes found her and the floor was sheet white, as empty as the sky and the walls, and she was the only color, she being what she was, only bloomed and bloomed as she coiled.
no one would assume that a tiny black thing would lead this fancy neighborhood to chaos. One day a man shows up with a coil in his hand and starts to talk randomly at strangers. But the strange part was that everyone was standing still and listening to non-sense with pure detention.
High school seemed like 5 years of being coiled up like a spring waiting for a fight waiting for a moment of excitement. Waiting to leave this all behind. Waiting to escape. When the day finally came for me to leave it was as though all the tension of those five years just left.
She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch was like a hot poker burning deeply into her skin; every time he was near her it gave her the willies; yet now, on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bear; just the mere thought that he lived while her beloved husband Tom died, made her breakdown, in her head she screamed why couldn’t it be you. It should have been you; you deserve to die for all your sins, the passion which was once between these two as teens was now nothing but a burning hatred in their hearts. As she watched them lower her sweet Tom down into his grave she wished she could push him in as well.
The mortal coil wants to fling off the side of the track, like a half-eaten shit next to a passed out homeless. It wants my livers and my kidneys cut out in nice, symmetric holes, so the black market won’t have a use for them, and my family loses what little profit they could make from me. It wants my soul to burn through the roofs of sixty million people and never get to say a word. I’m going down the slammer, as soon as they get their hands on me, because six plus six equals hell on earth and I’ve earned it, baby, oh I’ve earned it.
A lie curls, climbs, constricts, kills. It coils around, then unravels every time.
Everything is coiling up around me. I can’t tell what I’m seeing. Colours have mixed, objects have taken each others’ shape. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m completely sure it’s not good. Hopefully it is over soon.
Hmmmmm. Nothing comes to mind when I hear the word coil. Absolutely nothing. I am really drawing a complete blank. I cant be the only one right?
She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch was like a hot poker burning deeply into her skin; every time he was near her it gave her the willies; yet now, on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bear; just the mere thought that he lived while her beloved husband Tom died, made her breakdown, in her head she screamed why couldn’t it be you. It should have been you; you deserve to die for all your sins, the passion which was once between these two as teens was now nothing but a burning hatred in their hearts. As she watched them lower her sweet Tom down into his grave she wished she could push him in as well.
She recoiled as he slid his hand across her shoulder. She did not like his touch. It gave her the willies every time he was near her and now on this day at the cemetery to feel his hand on her was more then she could bare.
suddenly i am 14 again when i see you in the hallway
2 years poured back into my heart
i feel your hand on mine
you can drive now
i can smell you amongst the others
The snakes coil over my skin, caressing, squeezing. I can feel the life spilling out of me. My breaths grow shorter, more acute. The need for air consumes me. And suddenly, i am no more.
The coil on the truck had fallen off again, this time it would need to be replaced. Now Susie would be looking for a ride to the garage
The coil wraps around the nail as the electricity runs through. High above my head it crackles and light and light and boom lightning Tesla what am I even writing I need sleep now but I have work to do minute is up gah.
To coil is to wrap around somethin. When you coil a metal wire around an iron bar you make the iron bar electromagnetic. This can be used in many systems and machines, inclusing electric locks and barriers.
tight together we coil and uncoil beneath egyptian cotton sheets; my legs are like ivy around yours and i snake my fingers into your sweaty hair and breathe in huffs against your neck — there is a gnashing of teeth against skin and a growling in my throat and a need so heavy and visceral.
He had really messed up. How was he going to get out of this coil? He cheated and he knew that she would never take him back. It was only once, but that one decision will inadvertently change his life forever.
metal. heat. frozen in that movie armageddon. fetal position. wrapped around another’s body. grief. sadness to where you can’t breathe. scratch. macaroni.
There are days when I look in the mirror and my hair is curling perfectly, with the biggest finger coils resting on my shoulders. This only happens once in a while.
I had a coil fitted without telling my husband. He wanted more children. I didn’t. I had ten kids in ten years, that was enough for me. I couldn’t keep pushing them out. I was exhausted.
To twist up. to put together. to neatly spiral. like a spring. to wrap around.
I had a coil inserted without telling my husband. He wanted more children. I wanted a rest. ten children in eight years was enough for me, I couldn’t keep doing it.
he had fired a very big gun but the point was did he considered about the recoil too. because consequences does matter in every bodies life. all the decisions should be taken in view of the results to be obtained.
He folded his body up to better fit in the cramped space, nothing but a serpentine coil in the darkness. There was something ugly in his glittering eyes that I couldn’t quite place. All I knew was that I didn’t trust him.
Tension ran high in the room. It seemed as though Brad was so angry he could strike at any moment, like a venomous snake coiled just before his attack. The
His knees began to buckle. His back began to bow. He was on the brink of caving in under the pressure. He could no longer withstand the weight that Atlas placed on his shoulders. He could take no more.
Snakes like to coil up to conserve heat and to spring up and bite the enemy.
As she was walking through the woods she looked down at her feet and saw a coil of what she thought was a rope until it moved and slithered away. The snake did not bother her, nor did she bother it, as their paths just silently crossed.
The rescue rope sprung up from the dead ship like a weed. She tried to avoid it, but she had no control over her body. Floating past it, she strained her ankle to keep her foot out of its reach. It brushed her sole and for a moment she imagined it coiling around her ankle. She said a silent prayer and
on this wordly state we strut. confused. frightened. alone – except a couple of good buddies who can always be counted on to want to watch the game and have a couple of pops. so it ain’t all that bad really when it comes down to it
Her hair was bound into two fat plaits and coiled about her head like a crown. She raised her arms and began to unpin the mass, and he watched, his pulse pounding.
a teapot,
flowery and kind,
sits on a burning red coil
ready to make me smile.
“Coil.” Ok.” “Coil, now!” “Yeah!” “That looked good.” “Let’s do one more.”
The rope was thick and gnarled, coiling around her feel and weighing her down. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream; she was utterly helpless. The people of the town were leering, bloodthirsty and awaiting her immi
The coil of flesh undulated and writhed across the dark floor of the unlit chamber. The man nearly dropped his torch out of sheer terror as the shadows stretched and ebbed across the massive unwinding unnatural beast.
The coil that was supposed to loosen only go tighter. The crowd roared with laughter as the helpless woman struggled to breathe. Gasps were the only thing that escaped her mouth. There was no way out. How could these people do this to me? the woman thought. Then, all of sudden, the ground shook uncontrollably, and thunder rumbled up ahead. It was none other then…
It was so tight I couldn’t get it undone. Every attempt to pull at the knots made my fingers ache. My thumb nail ripped and I started bleeding, but I didn’t have time to waste. I had to keep pulling and trying to untangle this mess. If I didn’t get the rope off in the next minute she was going to be burned alive.
When eyes found her and the floor was sheet white, as empty as the sky and the walls, and she was the only color, she being what she was, only bloomed and bloomed as she coiled.
I love the bed with the coil springs. it gives you a calm and deep sleep at night and in the morning there is no need to complain of back pain.
no one would assume that a tiny black thing would lead this fancy neighborhood to chaos. One day a man shows up with a coil in his hand and starts to talk randomly at strangers. But the strange part was that everyone was standing still and listening to non-sense with pure detention.
I sometimes feel like a coiled spring just waiting to explode! Maybe I just need to uncoil gently.
High school seemed like 5 years of being coiled up like a spring waiting for a fight waiting for a moment of excitement. Waiting to leave this all behind. Waiting to escape. When the day finally came for me to leave it was as though all the tension of those five years just left.
I know what day I’m going to die.