elegance

October 15th, 2014

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  1. She walked on toes, pointed in slippers
    her footsteps dainty as she made her way to the wall;
    she’d stand there, tall and yet shadowy, hidden
    taking it in while giving her all;
    no one noticed her billowing ballgown
    or the way her hair shimmered in the silver moonlight;
    for she was merely there as a guest
    not as a dancer or showgirl tonight.

    By teachthegirl URL on 10.15.2014

  2. Long hair, satin dress, beautiful eyes that sparkled in the light. She was elegant in every way and I was so envy of everything she had and I terribly lacked. She was funny in all the right ways, smart when it mattered, and sweet when she needed to turn it on. I hated her because she was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

    By chelsea taylor URL on 10.15.2014

  3. The lace on the curtain shimmied as the breeze entered her quiet room. Her thoughts were far away. Even her dog was ignored. She wanted more.

    By carol epstein on 10.15.2014

  4. And her face was gleaming with elegance and everyone was looking at her. And then, she smiled. And the whole world melted.

    By Anette on 10.15.2014

  5. Elegance is a word that starts with an “e” and ends with an “e”. It is one of those weird words you don’t see very often unless you are talking about continents. Then you see them all the time. If you can think of a word that isn’t a continent, name or “elegance” that begins with the same letter it ends with within the next 20 seconds, then well done. You get a cookie!

    By Runtuk URL on 10.15.2014

  6. Elegantly she walks down the aisle. elegant yet so afraid. For what Is elegance but beauty masking panic. grace masking uncertainty.

    By kerry on 10.15.2014

  7. Elegance. So intricately simple. eloquently rolling off the tongue. Elegance. beautifully designed. Structurally flawless.

    By kerry on 10.15.2014

  8. Rippling waves of satin flowed down from her slim waist in the kind of way that makes you want to slip her hand across her side and around the small of her back, to lead her in a dance.

    By Katie S URL on 10.15.2014

  9. I don’t have a thing to write about elegance. I do like to decorate for Christmas with elegance in mind and usually turns out well.

    By Amber Daughdrill on 10.15.2014

  10. she has elegance.

    By tyler on 10.15.2014

  11. Everything about vaer oozed elegance, from vaer stride to vaer expression. Vaer suit was beautifully crafted and fit wonderfully. Vae seemed uncomfortable, though. The caterers hurrying around with glasses of champagne on their trays and the murmur of conversations likely wasn’t vaer scene. It was obvious to anyone that gave vaer a second glance that vae just wanted to leave.

    By pilot URL on 10.15.2014

  12. There once was a elegant girl, she alsways wore a tie, one day the tie exploded and the girl died. Her ghost bought a tie but it too exploded. Her ghost’s ghost bought a bowtie and survived. Bowties are cool.

    By David Mues on 10.15.2014

  13. The elegance of the world swirled around them, consuming the thoughts of destruction that had chased them from birth. This, they knew, was what it was like to be alive.

    By all4imagination URL on 10.15.2014

  14. He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
    She stood at the entrance on the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
    Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
    Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
    She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
    Everyone’s eyes were on her.
    Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
    He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
    But everyone saw.
    He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
    As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
    This was the definition of love.

    By MaybeIWillBeSomeoneOneDay URL on 10.15.2014

  15. He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
    She stood at the entrance of the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
    Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
    Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
    She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
    Everyone’s eyes were on her.
    Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
    He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
    But everyone saw.
    He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
    As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
    This was the definition of love.

    By MaybeIWillBeSomeoneOneDay URL on 10.15.2014

  16. she moved with such grace and elegance it was hard to believe that she was the bad guy. but maybe that’s how it really was. the more elegant, the more confidence the more evil. but did she really have the confidence for more than stealing powers?

    By feliciadelaawesome URL on 10.15.2014

  17. There was a subtle shade of elegance to Maxi’s attire, from the ruby brooch below her ascot to the wine-hued suit jacket. She did not drink any wine, instead resolving to focus on the small hard liquor table instead. I watched as she poured herself yet another glass of gin, the smell of juniper masking any other aromas of food or drink nearby.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 10.15.2014

  18. Her sweet grace flowed down the staircase as smooth as water on marble. She was breathtaking in her radiance and I was humbled and nervous to know she was mine, at least for tonight…

    By MF URL on 10.15.2014

  19. It hurt to breathe. She discreetly stole quick bits of air as her gut strained against the straight jacket she’d wrapped around it. “Care for a dance?” a rather handsome man asked. She regretfully declined. Her heels were too high and murder on her poor arches. But she looked good.

    By Soft URL on 10.15.2014

  20. Draped over the mountains the snow fell like the knitted shawls of dainty ladies bracing against the cold. The sun glittered in the trees and on the lake like a polished mirror.

    By Whitney Prince on 10.15.2014

  21. When she puts in her grandmother’s earrings for the first time and looks up at herself in the mirror, it’s so empowering that she has to look away again in case she cries and smudges her mascara. It’s been a long time coming, trying to look this way – but at long last, she finally resembles herself.

    And she is beautiful.

    By Samuel URL on 10.15.2014

  22. I disliked his style of programming.

    There was no /elegance/ to it; I would look over the code he was collaborating, and sure, he would fix the issues that I had described. But he would do it in a way that wasn’t clever, that wasn’t tidy, that I just couldn’t let remain in the final product.

    And then I would see *him* peering at me in distaste as I rewrote every line of what he had done in my own finicky way – ‘why can’t you just let it be?’ I imagined him thinking. But he only thought that because he was such an idiot.

    “You know,” he spoke up, “we have a deadline.”

    “Yes,” I said, “and when it rolls around, I am *not* going to hand in a piece of kludged garbage.”

    “If you keep this up, we might not have anything to hand in at all.”

    By a terrible poet URL on 10.15.2014

  23. Wow. All you see is the dress. She walks down the street like she owns the place, her white silky dress fluttering in the slight breeze. Stunning. Elegant. Just wow. She struts through the street, attracting lots of attention. They can’t help but notice her. I can’t help but notice her. Wow.

    By Anon W. on 10.15.2014

  24. the cat strolled in through the doorway. her royal purple collar flimsing around. her bell ringing on her collar. she sat down and stared at the dog with disgust. she turned to look outside the window. the dog looked at her, and instantly fell in love. the dog walked over, to try to say hello. the cat screamed, and jumped off the window sill and scurried back to her person.

    By Keegan on 10.15.2014

  25. Her posture in the dress gave her an air of elegance, but it was the thought deep in his mind telling him that she was not that made his stomach flutter more than anything. He loved her, knew her and cared for her. Prom was just a rite of passage and he couldn’t wait to experience another one with her.

    By Natalie on 10.15.2014

  26. Your elegance consumes me
    Your words–they drip with pleasure
    Pleasure for you
    Poison for me
    Your elegance will be my downfall
    Your words they poison me

    By untamedimagination URL on 10.15.2014

  27. In all my years of life, I seem to finally be able to quantify the definition of elegance. Elegance is simple grace, grace in living. Something not every human being simple possess, but something that is trusted upon them via learning at some unbeknownst age.

    By Carlito Wynter on 10.15.2014

  28. very beautiful, marvelous, the princess walked down the stairs while parading her beautiful gown and crown. Teacups are in peoples hands, being sipped so slowly while the chandeliers glistened

    By Stefan URL on 10.15.2014

  29. ELEGANCE alone,
    Trash!… but with strength and wisdom
    True Magnificence

    By ! Haiku-mann ! on 10.15.2014

  30. Heads turned. Feet stopped. Eyes fluttered. Everyone couldn’t feel the air leave their lips as they saw her enter the room. She was like art come to life, contours and curves in a colorful burst that dazzled and charmed everyone in the room. It was as if they had fallen under a spell, and with her bewitching beauty, it’s entirely possible that was indeed what happened.

    By Skye URL on 10.15.2014

  31. She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions, was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.

    By Minna on 10.15.2014

  32. She was the epitome of beauty. The world seemed to stop as she walked into the ballroom. Her eyes lit up the room like the sun had just come up. Her smile was able to stop everyone in their tracks. She wore a long, red dress that fit her body perfectly.

    By shelby URL on 10.15.2014

  33. Dragging softly through the grass, like a whisper in the rain. The silk dances and floats in cold air. The rain pours out upon the roof of the gazebo and warm breath murmurs in my ear.

    By A. G. Russell on 10.15.2014

  34. She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions. Was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors, the ones she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.

    By Minna URL on 10.15.2014

  35. Her hands moved like grace. The swing of her hips the elegance of an autumn day. Blowing gently. Flowing down just right. I yearned for that beauty in my life. Not to have. Not to own. But to embrace. To strive for. To never give up on reaching it.

    By Tobias URL on 10.15.2014

  36. She stood there with poise and grace, she radiated more elegance than I had ever seen in my life. A blue dress that sashayed around her ankles and red lips that looked like they carried the kiss of fate. She was the most beautiful and mysterious in every way imaginable.

    By Lily URL on 10.15.2014

  37. She strode into the room, sparkling blue train trailing behind her like a wave of blue mist. The eyes of the opposite sex followed her into the center of the room and she raised her chin. She was above their stares. Above everything else.

    By Lapulta on 10.15.2014

  38. Her poise and grace
    left near a trace
    of light on sun spotted flowers

    and floating in the wind
    was her deadliest sin
    which was loving from straight within

    By Lily on 10.15.2014

  39. The elegance she showed was stunning as she walked across the room. Everyone turned to look at her even though she was wearing a pair of jeans, T-shirt and flip flops.

    By marylou wynegar URL on 10.15.2014

  40. She stepped down the marble in her blue dress, a faint aqua train trailing after her like ocean mist. She could feel all the eyes of the opposite sex on her as she made her way into the middle of the room, but she raised her chin. She was above them. Above them all.

    By Lapulta URL on 10.15.2014