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I lay in bed, keeping my eyes closed and feeling the soft fabric on my legs. The feeling was one of the most comforting I have ever felt. I smiled and quickly dozed off, feeling a sense of bliss.
By Liz on 09.02.2012
covered in flowers. The street was like a huge sea of delicate flowers that fell from the trees.
By Fer on 09.02.2012
protected from things, invinceble, sacred, special, unique, different, out of norm,
By Julie-Eve Cloix URL on 09.02.2012
The blanket covered her head and the flashlight and the book on the bed. Giggling, she opened the book, thinking she had outsmarted her parents and she could continue reading. Then the shadow monster attacked.
By Natasha Merriman on 09.02.2012
When I think about politics I think about all the things they’ve covered over with their alternate policies that benefit their own agenda, no matter who I vote for they all have an agenda which doesn’t match my own.
By Keith Hollingsworth on 09.02.2012
I had no idea what to do. It all happened so fast. Michelle was already running away, taking the gun with her. Someone starting yelling. I covered the body with a blanket and headed off after Michelle, into the night.
By daryn URL on 09.02.2012
She opens her eyes, staring up at the dark ceiling. The sounds of breathing fill the darkness, and she pulls the blanket further over herself, turning over. With a soft sigh she buries her nose in the pillow and breathes in, breathes out, closes her eyes.
Sleep now… But how can she sleep? She’s too afraid. The fear covers her, it’s a mask and she wears a mask to hide it, but still she is afraid.
By LILYhibiku URL on 09.02.2012
What is the texture of your reality? Who are you, and how do you think? Most of all, how will I feel when I’m around you?
I don’t care if I’m being picky. Call me a snob if you like. The texture of your mind, the way you feel, that’s what’s going to make me decide. Friends, or not? It’s up to who you are.
Covered completely by blankets and sheets, there was no way that an intruder would see me if he broke into my room. Clearly America’s Most Wanted did a number on my imagination, as any night that stirred in the house would cause me such horror that I would breathe out of a small hole that was in my impromptu fort of quilts.
By asavas URL on 09.02.2012
Being covered under the sheets. It’s a safe place, it’s what I look forward to when I wake up. I’ll put the sheet over my head, run my fingers on the fabric. The morning light barley works it’s way through it, and it’s refreshing.
By Veronica on 09.02.2012
i like to be covered in chocolate. I like to cover other things too, for example my girlfrined is always coveres in hugs and kisses. I like to see covers on things, like people on sun, and water in the rain cover all the city in summer. the city covered in summer.
By Diego on 09.02.2012
in bees. they hurt. oh my god, they hurt. someone please make them stop! I beg you! PLEASE! Finally. They seem to be stopping. OH NO!!! THEY’RE NOT!!!
By Sean Luke on 09.02.2012
My eyes were covered with a sleep ridden haze. It was hard to think, to get through what was going on. Whatever was going on. I didn’t know how to react when my cat jumped in my lap.
By Chloe Clark on 09.02.2012
she covered herself in colourful clother to distract her eyes from the heartbreaking image of her smile.
By Natalia URL on 09.02.2012
hiding friends combat movies films cinema family honor duty renown cover materials desk game sleeping dogs video computer action simulation police gang intruders guns weapons martial arts
By Ruben on 09.02.2012
She was covered in a shroud of unforgiving thoughts. How could she forget what happened when she was living with the demons that came with that memory. she walked with the weight of that day hanging off her shoulders, pulling her down to the place she belonged.
By Maggie on 09.02.2012
she was covered in thick dust, her eyes filmy ash and her throat dry. she had cracks in her tongue and her nails were yellowing. she was beautiful.
By rachel k on 09.02.2012
crimson covered the souls
the souls covered crimson.
contradictory in a whole
for the bodies, there were none
we could see the green
see how it covered the streets
we could see what was not seen
see how it absorbed to a pattern
how it absorbed so neat.
crimson covered the souls
the souls covered crimson.
By Tas URL on 09.02.2012
she covered the blanket over her head hiding from the nightmares that surrounded her. the rain pelted at the window as she lay under her protection. the only thing she knew had left. she started to cry, silently. she poked her head out of the covers and faced her fear. it was time to move on.
By Angelina on 09.02.2012
What does it mean? A covered peril? Fire damage.
Covered as in safe. As in CYA.
Covered as in a blanket. Quilt.
Covered like a sheath.
“I got your back,” covered. Everything is okay. You have nothing to worry about. Just covered.
By Nancy on 09.02.2012
Without a stage to perform on
No curtain to prepare behind,
It was his eyes, tepid, that needed
To be seen to be believed –
Nothing else mattered, he was covered
By a sense of shame, like a tired old man
With secrets in his chest, that leaned
On his shoulder
By gsk URL on 09.02.2012
I covered my eyes hoping ‘it’ would go away, that I would become invisible, like a child playing ‘peekaboo’. Not surprisingly, it didn’t. The creature that had been chasing me for days was still approaching, and fast, but there was nowhere left to run.
By Bernadette URL on 09.02.2012
blanket body bed naked sleeping stranger protection safe warm hidden away no world just me quilt
By rory on 09.02.2012
His body is covered in ink.
Not mistakes, like they think.
By deliriumatic URL on 09.02.2012
covered in veils of black and white, paper scrawls to discover the wondering patients of a netherworld inside the frail mind of science and wonder where neither law nor order has hold of the drowning in an empty space.
By Andres Dimas on 09.02.2012
suffocated protected white sheets ed comfy airtight keeping yo food freshhhhh like a packet. Erm, smothered in something, factor 50 suncream probably. Covered up, hot countries, burkhas and floaty loose clothing. Got it covered
By Laura on 09.02.2012
The night before she turned up in the morgue covered in bruises and cigarette burns, Alice glowed. She took a left into the alley and caught her reflection in the package store window. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all.
By penny dreadful URL on 09.02.2012
covered, in a blanket, quietly, safe from the word, she hides
untouchable to suffering or hurt
nobody recognizes you
you are safe
you are home
By Zoe on 09.02.2012
He layed there covered. Completely. Not just physically; because he was. His perfectly sculpted torso covered by the thin white sheet that was shielding my sight from his imperfectly tanned stomach. But this sheet covered much more than his physique. It covered him from being completely exposed.
By Samantha on 09.02.2012
She covered his body with a flower print sheet, smiling slightly through her tears at the silliness of it. He hated flower print. It was why she’d bought it. The thought sent a fresh wave of sorrow through her which she quickly staunched with the anger that was just as strong. how dare they do this! She had worked for htem for years, been a faithful cog in their little system, and now they had come into HER home and destroyed her life. Destroyed everything.
By Mairead URL on 09.02.2012
Sometimes people, especially women, have to cover themselves up and they don’t have a choice. It’s fine if you want to but I feel sorry for those who want to be free.
By Hebe on 09.02.2012
covered in dust is the first thing that popped into my head. covered from head to toe. sometimes you can’t see something if it is covered or sometimes something is covered to hide the thing underneath.
By connie bancroft on 09.02.2012
Slopping beneath their toes. The ground gave way to their feet. Knee deep. Covered from head to toe.
By esky1118 URL on 09.02.2012
covering up can be very important for some. covering up your skin in different cultures can stop you from being frowned upon or for me more importantly covering up ones feelings can keep you safe from judgement and harm given off other people around you.
By connie URL on 09.02.2012
We laid there. Covered in blankets and the leaves that fell from the trees above. I looked up at you. You looked up at the stars.
I bit my lip.
That’s when I knew. I knew that you would never love me as much as I loved you.
The blankets we were covered in felt like a straight jacket of sadness as I tried to get up and leave. But I couldn’t.
By Kayci URL on 09.02.2012
I covered my eyes and hoped that it was just an illusion. But it wasn’t. The reality was there in front of me. I could see the thing that I feared would happen. I knew he liked her but the reality of how deep it was always escaped me. What can I do with my feelings now?
By Diane URL on 09.02.2012
Ice covered the streets and you covered your eyes as I covered quick ground headlong to reach you. The places in ourselves that had been covered from view sprang open as I hit the ground hard and uncovered a skull and a bare glimpse of gray matter; your distaste for me was uncovered as you turned on your heel and strode briskly away.
By Not a Vegan Pirate URL on 09.02.2012
Not much more than anything I’ve ever had in bed. Not much less than anything I’ve ever wanted. I have a blanket made out of a sleeping bag and some stolen sheets. That is my new life and I feel now.
By Porte on 09.02.2012
i thought that i had my writing in a style that i liked and was comfortable with. i basically just sit down and write whatever comes to mind. most of the time the thoughts flow pretty cohesively and i manage to get my point across with a smile. well, i recently started online college and i had to write a paper, well, let me tell you, my writing style is far from what is expected of college folk and i haven’t any of my grammatical bases covered. i’m just exposed.
By BrownSugarBritches URL on 09.02.2012
I picked up my towel, which had fallen to the ground, feeling dreadfully exposed and uncomfortable. I really only felt happy completely covered, so what had possessed me to come to a naturist colony? it was all Cynthia’s fault. I would think of an elegant revenge in the fullness of time, but for now I had to concentrate on getting out of this ridiculous situation. Where was Cyn, anyway? Hiding in our chalet, no doubt. Wretched girl! I decided to compromise on the nudity thing, and fastened the towel around my waist.
By quietgirl URL on 09.02.2012
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