The coat of mascara on her lashes was thicker than the coat on her back. He wondered how she could keep her eyes open and wouldn’t those flecks of black hurt falling into those brown eyes?
i didn’t want to do it up. the last time i stood in this same hallway nine years ago, the person i thought that loved me had put on their coat, did the buttons up slowly and walked out of my life. i took the coat off and opened the door. all the neighbours looked at me. i smiled and walked into the cold winter air.
His black coat was dancing around him in a sublte sway. the rain was pouring down it like a waterfall but he didnt seem to mind. It had been forever since he had had shelter from the rain and his coat was now his only protection against it. He didn;t have any other place to go. Home was somewhere else.
The family coat of arms had been an integral part of their lives for so many years; and now it was gone. The slander and shame that he had brought upon their house and name was too much for her to bear and she all but lost her mind.
She simply sat in her room all day, alone, and occasionally let out a yelp from the belly.
he liked my tweed coat :) i didn’t even know what tweed was. it was red and brown. i don’t know what color others see it as. i always thought it looked a bit pretentious to wear it. long as it is. but it didn’t look like that when he saw me in it.
It was warm. The faint aroma of perfume was embedded deep in the fur of the long mink coat. It used to belong to her. Just like you did. Now you and the coat are re-united and dancing on her grave. You put it around your shoulders, wearing nothing else, and sing and dance and rejoice in your freedom.
The coat was long, black, with tails. Hanging in the special part of the thrift store it was beautiful, and he knew it belonged to him. The old clerk smiled when he brought it to her, and as he slid it over his shoulders he thought he felt a slight tingle. There was power in that coat.
The smell of summer still filled the air as the rain fell noisily around, coating the world in a fine film. The humidity hung heavily, fogging my glasses as I tread through the empty streets. My shoes sloshed through the accumulating pools of water with each step, grinding fallen leaves against the course pavement.
A coats a simple item, many good things may happen while your inside of one, but its not likely you’ll remember what coat you were wearing when they happened, they don’t stick out, they’re simple tools performing a simple task, keeping you warm. Theres not much to say about them.
his overcoat was like an old friend.
when he was cold, it warmed him with its familiar embrace.
when he was tired it seemed to serve as a cushion for his weary body.
he loved his old coat.
and that’s why he had to destroy it.
there is nothing warmer or more comforting than my father’s coat. i wrap myself in it and dance as if i am the queen of my own land. i tumble out the back door with it, to brave the winter men.
you know how fleece coats are so so soft when you first get them, like it’s cuddling with you? i have a fleece coat that i haven’t washed for two years, and i save it for special ocassions.
He put on his coat and walked outside in the rain, smelling of sulfuric acid like the volcano of Mount Vesuvius. He imagined rotting flesh at his feet, rats nibbling at his toes, eating the corpses. The smoke rose high and the city was empty, vanished into ashes of bodies, only smoke.
Once upon a time, a man bought a large fur coat. It was warm and full of pockets. One day, he reached into a pocket and pulled out money, just enough for the bus fare he didn’t have. Discovering that the coat gave him what he needed, he lived happily ever after. With his coat.
I had a big ugly coat that I wore through college and 2 pregnancies after I graduated. After I had my second and last child, I decided to spring for a new coat. I left it on an airplane coming back from Boston to south Texas afater wearing it two times. It was a long time before I bought another coat.
I wore my sister’s coat today,
wait its not hers its mine
wait its mine not hers
wait,
no,
it was given to both of us
why should we fight for a coat
why should we fight for warmth
can we just live life in warmth and not fight for a coat
I was wearing that red coat that he liked. Velvet, with the black ribbon the back. Little did he know that I bought it at an after-Christmas sale at the costume shop.
The coat had a beautiful color to it as it balanced itself petitley at the top of the room. It’s fur was only reminescent to that of a beaituful rabbit screaming at the kill. The coined buttons going down the middle of coat reminded me of the time uncle charlie would abuse and irritate me to no end
the coat he always wore was old and tattered. He said it was his father’s and he stole it from his closet before he went off to college. He always had loved that coat. It was made of corduory and has tears in the side. He would always leave his pack of smokes in the right pockets and pull them out when it started to get cold.
my coat is so fine. It’s long fur is as smooth as silk. not part of the ordinary ilk. I’m fine like my coat. I love my wooly booly coat. Yeah, I’m a lil overweight, and so my gait is kinda not straight, but that’s ok cuz I look great in my swayin’ playin’ coat. I am so fine, it blows my mind. What a creation; all this nation should stop and take notice of ME, God’s purrrrfect one, the daughter, not the son, of the Universe. meooowwwrrr, meorrrrwwwwrrrr. wow.
The coat I wore to her mother’s house, she sat upon it as we spoke. How I wish she hadn’t looked down and apologized, leaving my coat wanting her warmth. Perhaps then her scent would have graced me yet.
I love coats they are so warm, you have no idea. I’d seriously die if coats were never invented. Also this is insainly random…Just felt the need to state that….Guess what. I have nothing more to say
i wear coats outside when it is cold. or at least when people tell me it is cold. i can’t tell on my own because i don’t know what cold feels like. except when it’s 15 below.
‘Coat’ – great word. Hey you guys already said it all; I don’t know what more I could contribute, so I’m not going to write much of anything here if that’s ok, thanks. Yo, yall have a good day aight, peace out.
I would grab my coat but it’s too hot lately, too hot to wear it. Actually, I don’t think I have a coat that I really, really, really like at the moment, maybe it’ll have to be an investment next winter. I’m sure the time will come soon enough. Although I don’t know what kind of coat I’ll be after…. not something that everyone has.
Ron’s gone, but yet his coat of arms stands guard, with castle and griffins and sworded knight. Intruders came, the knight came to life and smote them, and there was much blood on the porch.
hi i’m elaine and i like pretty ponies and cats and rainbows and such. make me smile for a day and i’ll give you candy. hope you enjoy your time with me today and forever. i like closets. closets are very fun to sit inside. i like to spend hours sitting in them. yup.
i wear it when i am cold and i think they are very pretty they keep people warm and homless people usually wear them even if it isnt cold out i think that they are very nice i like leather coats. animal have coats they are usually fur or leather. coats=amazing to societyyy!
I actally tried to go buy one today. but i wasent paying 50 dollars for one and i got my son in my other arm so typing with one hand is kinda hard, smile all. :)
I want a coat that is too big for me. I would like a boy’s coat to warm me. When I’m wearing a large coat, it makes me feel secure. It also makes me feel rather cute. I wonder how much a red coat costs.. Money shouldn’t matter. Comfort shouldn’t cost money… but sometimes, it does. What a shame. I want a coat that is too big for me.
The coat of mascara on her lashes was thicker than the coat on her back. He wondered how she could keep her eyes open and wouldn’t those flecks of black hurt falling into those brown eyes?
i didn’t want to do it up. the last time i stood in this same hallway nine years ago, the person i thought that loved me had put on their coat, did the buttons up slowly and walked out of my life. i took the coat off and opened the door. all the neighbours looked at me. i smiled and walked into the cold winter air.
His black coat was dancing around him in a sublte sway. the rain was pouring down it like a waterfall but he didnt seem to mind. It had been forever since he had had shelter from the rain and his coat was now his only protection against it. He didn;t have any other place to go. Home was somewhere else.
The family coat of arms had been an integral part of their lives for so many years; and now it was gone. The slander and shame that he had brought upon their house and name was too much for her to bear and she all but lost her mind.
She simply sat in her room all day, alone, and occasionally let out a yelp from the belly.
he liked my tweed coat :) i didn’t even know what tweed was. it was red and brown. i don’t know what color others see it as. i always thought it looked a bit pretentious to wear it. long as it is. but it didn’t look like that when he saw me in it.
It was warm. The faint aroma of perfume was embedded deep in the fur of the long mink coat. It used to belong to her. Just like you did. Now you and the coat are re-united and dancing on her grave. You put it around your shoulders, wearing nothing else, and sing and dance and rejoice in your freedom.
The coat was long, black, with tails. Hanging in the special part of the thrift store it was beautiful, and he knew it belonged to him. The old clerk smiled when he brought it to her, and as he slid it over his shoulders he thought he felt a slight tingle. There was power in that coat.
The smell of summer still filled the air as the rain fell noisily around, coating the world in a fine film. The humidity hung heavily, fogging my glasses as I tread through the empty streets. My shoes sloshed through the accumulating pools of water with each step, grinding fallen leaves against the course pavement.
A coats a simple item, many good things may happen while your inside of one, but its not likely you’ll remember what coat you were wearing when they happened, they don’t stick out, they’re simple tools performing a simple task, keeping you warm. Theres not much to say about them.
his overcoat was like an old friend.
when he was cold, it warmed him with its familiar embrace.
when he was tired it seemed to serve as a cushion for his weary body.
he loved his old coat.
and that’s why he had to destroy it.
coat refers to a rain coat at th first instance… coat is basically to cover something (verb) or a covering (noun) it rhymes with boat n goat lol
there is nothing warmer or more comforting than my father’s coat. i wrap myself in it and dance as if i am the queen of my own land. i tumble out the back door with it, to brave the winter men.
you know how fleece coats are so so soft when you first get them, like it’s cuddling with you? i have a fleece coat that i haven’t washed for two years, and i save it for special ocassions.
i dont own any coats
rain coat keeps you dry. winter coat keeps you warm. suit coat keeps you spiffy. coat of arms keeps you proud. coat of fur brings you shame.
He put on his coat and walked outside in the rain, smelling of sulfuric acid like the volcano of Mount Vesuvius. He imagined rotting flesh at his feet, rats nibbling at his toes, eating the corpses. The smoke rose high and the city was empty, vanished into ashes of bodies, only smoke.
Once upon a time, a man bought a large fur coat. It was warm and full of pockets. One day, he reached into a pocket and pulled out money, just enough for the bus fare he didn’t have. Discovering that the coat gave him what he needed, he lived happily ever after. With his coat.
I had a big ugly coat that I wore through college and 2 pregnancies after I graduated. After I had my second and last child, I decided to spring for a new coat. I left it on an airplane coming back from Boston to south Texas afater wearing it two times. It was a long time before I bought another coat.
I wore my sister’s coat today,
wait its not hers its mine
wait its mine not hers
wait,
no,
it was given to both of us
why should we fight for a coat
why should we fight for warmth
can we just live life in warmth and not fight for a coat
I put on my coat the other day and found a large round lolli-pop in the left pocket.
it had been unwrapped and licked and now had all kinds of pocket lint clinging to it.
it tasted funny.
I was wearing that red coat that he liked. Velvet, with the black ribbon the back. Little did he know that I bought it at an after-Christmas sale at the costume shop.
The coat had a beautiful color to it as it balanced itself petitley at the top of the room. It’s fur was only reminescent to that of a beaituful rabbit screaming at the kill. The coined buttons going down the middle of coat reminded me of the time uncle charlie would abuse and irritate me to no end
the coat he always wore was old and tattered. He said it was his father’s and he stole it from his closet before he went off to college. He always had loved that coat. It was made of corduory and has tears in the side. He would always leave his pack of smokes in the right pockets and pull them out when it started to get cold.
cOMfort. love. warth, security. Something I can depend on, except when I lose it while drinking. It shelters me from the outside world, keeps me safe.
my coat is so fine. It’s long fur is as smooth as silk. not part of the ordinary ilk. I’m fine like my coat. I love my wooly booly coat. Yeah, I’m a lil overweight, and so my gait is kinda not straight, but that’s ok cuz I look great in my swayin’ playin’ coat. I am so fine, it blows my mind. What a creation; all this nation should stop and take notice of ME, God’s purrrrfect one, the daughter, not the son, of the Universe. meooowwwrrr, meorrrrwwwwrrrr. wow.
Men in peacoats look so very attractive.
The coat I wore to her mother’s house, she sat upon it as we spoke. How I wish she hadn’t looked down and apologized, leaving my coat wanting her warmth. Perhaps then her scent would have graced me yet.
I love coats they are so warm, you have no idea. I’d seriously die if coats were never invented. Also this is insainly random…Just felt the need to state that….Guess what. I have nothing more to say
whty am i talking about coats? yes they are warm and fun to wear, but i dont wanna talk about them. Unles it runs on nuklear powar….ya
i wear coats outside when it is cold. or at least when people tell me it is cold. i can’t tell on my own because i don’t know what cold feels like. except when it’s 15 below.
‘Coat’ – great word. Hey you guys already said it all; I don’t know what more I could contribute, so I’m not going to write much of anything here if that’s ok, thanks. Yo, yall have a good day aight, peace out.
I would grab my coat but it’s too hot lately, too hot to wear it. Actually, I don’t think I have a coat that I really, really, really like at the moment, maybe it’ll have to be an investment next winter. I’m sure the time will come soon enough. Although I don’t know what kind of coat I’ll be after…. not something that everyone has.
Ron’s gone, but yet his coat of arms stands guard, with castle and griffins and sworded knight. Intruders came, the knight came to life and smote them, and there was much blood on the porch.
hi i’m elaine and i like pretty ponies and cats and rainbows and such. make me smile for a day and i’ll give you candy. hope you enjoy your time with me today and forever. i like closets. closets are very fun to sit inside. i like to spend hours sitting in them. yup.
i wear it when i am cold and i think they are very pretty they keep people warm and homless people usually wear them even if it isnt cold out i think that they are very nice i like leather coats. animal have coats they are usually fur or leather. coats=amazing to societyyy!
I actally tried to go buy one today. but i wasent paying 50 dollars for one and i got my son in my other arm so typing with one hand is kinda hard, smile all. :)
I love coats because they remind me of snow. They keep me warm and safe from the cold. It is a comforting word.
I want a coat that is too big for me. I would like a boy’s coat to warm me. When I’m wearing a large coat, it makes me feel secure. It also makes me feel rather cute. I wonder how much a red coat costs.. Money shouldn’t matter. Comfort shouldn’t cost money… but sometimes, it does. What a shame. I want a coat that is too big for me.
dont think just write bite me
It is cold these days. I can smell Tet in the air. Everyone is ready for a new year full of joy and prosper.