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Pain indulged within my head. Prickling as sharp as pins. I found tears of sadness dripping from my nose down to my mouth. Tasting the bitter salt. I knelt beside the lifeless body, singing it a lullaby.
By Blonde Moi on 04.09.2012
I heard pins drop, it was that quiet. They were falling from her hair as she ripped the up-do, the baby’s breathe tossed aside next to the tiara that no longer glimmered. It was a sad thing to watch – a bride then a widow in the same day.
By robineh on 04.09.2012
I pushed the thumbtack into the wall, maybe a little too hard. The wall was chaos now, a clutter of pages that meant nothing to anyone but me. Artwork done by my friends, posters made by me, certificates, awards, any scraps I picked up along the way.
By Renee URL on 04.09.2012
I could feel the pins and needles travel from my arm throughout my body.
By MitchieDBBC URL on 04.09.2012
Pins and needles in her legs, she continued onward. As uncomfortable as she was, she could think of nothing else but reaching the end of the cabin. Grabbing a knife, she kept to the shadows
By KS on 04.09.2012
We just ordered a bunch of them because for some reason they just keep disappearing. Learning to sew was difficult enuff but vanishing pins makes it even more difficult, especially when the pattern you have chosen has a lots of different parts. I also have broken my sewing machine needle on pins I forgot to take out before starting to sew.
By B. Collins URL on 04.09.2012
Pins littered the floor of my Old man’s shop, among litters of cats and brilliant ideas upon crumpled paper. He had been looking for something for quite some time, yet in the time he had to wait his body had grown pins and needles. I had just been a boy playing with pins.
By Eric Harrell on 04.09.2012
The dank smell of the basement crawled into Cheryl’s nostrils as she descended the steps. She wrinkled her dainty nose and stepped cautiously into the dark at the bottom of the stairs. She stepped forward, reaching for the light switch on the wall and felt her foot touch something soft. She jerked her foot back, afraid it was a mouse or rat. She found the switch and flipped it on and quickly looked to the floor.
A scream built in her throat as she took in the view of Miguel. He was obviously dead on the floor with sewing pins sticking out of his pupils and dried blood that had dripped down the sides of his face like tears.
By Eileen Maki URL on 04.09.2012
pins and needles! Then I wonder where pins and needles come from. They seem like a curse of being ansty. When you want to move but you cant. When you want to get up and hop around but you cant. Mostly caused from boredom or sitting in class for long periods of time. And sewing has lots of pins, too.
By Katie URL on 04.09.2012
In my cushion head.
By jessica on 04.09.2012
shiver up my spine. paint the anxiousness on my skin.
By Devin URL on 04.09.2012
a pin is what holds things together like clothes together just like that…
By volleyball chick URL on 04.09.2012
Safety pins. They aren’t very safe. The name lies.
By Chata97 URL on 04.09.2012
pins are fun to play with. not really actually. pins will hurt you very badly if you step on them barefoot. pins are also used to pin things.
By mccrazy URL on 04.09.2012
There are manny types of pins. There are pins that go in your hair, safety pins, and pins for sewing.
By Shadow URL on 04.09.2012
pins, the bed of pins. i was terrifyed for my life. but it was part of the richuall i had to. i had to sleep on it for a whole week before i could join. this is rediculious. why would i have to do this? are these people crazy? i wont i just wont do it. thats final.
By onyxstone URL on 04.09.2012
I dont like to put pins in my hair. I put push PINS on my wall to hang up my hunger games poster.
By Twerewolf URL on 04.09.2012
the pins feel like needles each stabbing me equally painfully yet in a different location. i’m about to go into my next classroom to take a physics test and i honestly feel like i could cry. i have a feeling i am going to do well. bring me luck and patients and wisdom as i take this test, stabbing me like pins.
By Abra URL on 04.09.2012
that big gap was me screaming because i got stabed with a pin
Fear stretched over my face and melted down into the stomach. The truth stood on tiny pins waiting to topple delicately into the lap of my dear friend. What could I do to keep away the breeze.
By Krisi URL on 04.09.2012
hear a pin drop here and there but can’t find it where oh where in the haystack nothing ever comes out of the haystack it’s always lost lost no way home for me or you and certainly not us.
By beshears URL on 04.09.2012
I could hear a pin drop some nights in our new apartment – new for us since we’d just moved to town. Yeah it wasn’t a dog barking or a baby crying… just a pin drop.
By RockyMcGill on 04.09.2012
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Not that I could, being deaf in one ear from the explosion. Nobody spoke, we all just looked at one another. We couldn’t believe they hadn’t gotten out in time. It had all been so well planned, hadn’t it?
By Kate on 04.09.2012
they are prickly little bastards… especially when you sit on them. i had an awful experience just the other day. i was at my mumma’s place, and she was feeding me a piece of cake and a cuppa tea…” sit down ” she bellowed… so I did, right on her sewing kit.
By Dan on 04.09.2012
She said it felt like she just caught a bunch of pins a needles in her hand. Like she just saw then falling and that was her first reaction. Don’t let them fall. She covers her hands with band aids that she found in the back of her cupboard and the sticky is a little dissolved. When you ask her what happen she smiles and ands says “just catching pins and needles. ” like they fall out of the sky like rain and she was just trying to catch a drop on her tongue. nothing to worry about. its just nature. our hands are always trying to catch things. even pins and needles. Even people who’s eyes only feel like pins and needles.
By Harlow URL on 04.09.2012
I used numerous pins to hang up my Harry Potter poster. After I hung it up, I sat on my bed to admire it. That’s when I heard it. *Vworp vworp vworp.* I turned around to see a blue police box sitting in the middle of my bedroom. A man in a bowtie opened the door.
By Damaris URL on 04.09.2012
Pins that go on your shirt like the mockingjay pin.
By Jconrad URL on 04.09.2012
this is an emotional word for me, WHOOS I JUST READ THAT WORD WRONG.
By BrokenForeverShatteredRippedAndGone URL on 04.09.2012
Pins are things that hold things together.
By basketball08 URL on 04.09.2012
there are pins that you can pin your clothes with
By bayleigh URL on 04.09.2012
pins are things that have needles on the back of it and you ca hook them on to shirts.
By Desteny Baltierra URL on 04.09.2012
Pins are like a little button that go on your clothes or about anything you want to put them on. There are many different types of pins.
By imoto URL on 04.09.2012
By dominik2 URL on 04.09.2012
Pins are things you put in your backpack and make it look pretty,like me.
p.s. I am amazing
By jasminemelissa URL on 04.09.2012
pins saftety pins are were my opening in to the cutting world. the thing the hold things together gradually ropped my life apart
By charlee on 04.09.2012
Collectible needles small colorful fabric shirts round circle tiny cool
By Ryan C URL on 04.09.2012
I walk on pins and needles every day. I sleep on them. Scratch my head with them. Take a shower with them. They never leave me be. They say it’s nerve damage from the 4 traumatic brain injuries they found decades later on the MRIs. They say they’ll never go away. At this point though, I rarely notice them anymore. Mind over matter. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
By M'ai Vox URL on 04.09.2012
“I’m on pins and needles!” Stiles exclaimed.
“Dude what?” asked Scott.
“You know, my legs, they’re all piny and needley.”
“I don’t think that is what that means.”
“Well, not but!”
By Alexa on 04.09.2012
It was dark, and i had woken up from a dream that suddenly made me have the urge to get to te bathroom to pee. As i walk i feel a sensation on my foot, pins!
I don’t know much ’bout pins, Sir, but ’tis not pins I’m ‘ere to talk to you for.
Unintended consequences, however… side-effects, positive and negative externalities, now those are fascinating. Everything ties in with something else, like a web, or the wheels of a watch. Change one thing and a thousand others change in turn. Something can be the way it is not because of the things related to it, but because of coincidences, chance, fortune, a one-off.
By Ralyn Longs URL on 04.09.2012
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