i sat underneath the mantle as i waited for my cellphone to ring. it was raining outside and the pounding of drops on the roof was drowing out my thoughts
The fireplace in my parents’ house has a mantle. On that mantle are picture frames: graduation portraits, family photos, others I can’t remember. We wanted to put our plasma TV over the mantle, but they wouldn’t let us because the limestone wasn’t strong enough.
mantle, i dont really know what mantle is but it reminds me of handle..and handling is what i have problem with now…my dad is not handling his dad role anymore, he doesnt want to admit im grown up..and he wants authority.still
Near the mantle was a beautiful mahogany frame that he had acquired in West Africa. The frame encircled the only picture he had ever seen of his mother.
upon the mantle place my nana keeps dog pictures and photos and father christmas drinks his milk from there
it also sounds like mental which you are hahahahah
anddddd i should keep tegan and sara pictures on the matel place
there is a mantle to the earth. i’d like to lay there and hide. away. it’d be warm and i’d feel safe. kinda like the one by the fire place which just have fake reminicsent memories of bullshit things that make you feel needed and special. the earths mantle is much better
Both had not been touched in years, they sat as silent monuments to the man who had lived in the house years ago. They were dusted every day by those who still lived there, and remembered him.
No one carried on that tradition after the passing of those who lived in the house.
The snowglobe broke. The ink blotter was sold at auction.
i have a mantle above the fireplace in my house. it has pictures on it as well as a few other things. theres matches on it to light a fire, and theres also many plant type things on it. my mom is really into gardening and planting. ive heard about it being very therapeutic
Mmmm, a fireplace. Mantle, to me, is a collective memory bank, knick-knacks and trinkets gathered from the younger years traveling the world now gathered in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement on the fireplace mantle, lit by the same glowing light that illuminates two tangled bodies; lovers for so long, for so much longer.
the mantle was beautiful. it was marble and it seemed to glow under the light of the ceiling fan/lamp attachment. many things could be stored on it. candles, pictures, statuettes. but the cat knocked them all off. i suppose it’s for the ebst, their decorating style is hideous.
mantle. mantle. it’s a cloak. like that you wear. when i think of them i always imagine them to be red. i don’t know why. or do you mean a mantle like fireplace or something? is it spelled differently? i don’t know. it’s kind of a boring word, you know? stupid right.
I hung your picture up today, remebering all the sweet words you said. I wish I were the mantle so that I could hold you like it does so perfectly. I miss the way your eyes looked that night, and the way you held me by the fire. Now all I have left is this picture placed on my mantle.
There are some places that people would want to be and some places people wouldn’t want to be. Those who like to perch on the top of the world love this place and will soak up all the glory of it. Its a place where things sit and things stay.
the mantle was decorated for Christmas and the children were tremendously excited. What could possibly happen in the morning? Would their christmas stockings be filled with all kinds of goodies? They hoped so. They looked one last time at the holly-covered wood over the fireplace, and went to bed.
a mantle is a place for things about your life
its sits upon the fireplace
it shows the world who you are and what you think is important
some mantles are ostentatious, and bothersome, while others are classical with sleek lines.
Some sit upon gas fireplaces, while others rest on the traditional wood ones.
Mantle, isn’t that what a cloak? That’s quite a difficult word to signify something as simple as a cape. Do superheroes wear mantles? If they do they should simplify themselves and their apparatus. Mantle. Man + Tle. Is this is masculinization of language?
the mantle on her head shone. The moon could never shine like this, because the moon reflects the sun. This mantle had an inner light. As if all the volcanic activity that had created the metals it was made from had stored it’s heat and light in the silver.
On the mantle sat three pictures frames, glass encased in wood. The first depicted a young child, perhaps five years old (no older, for sure), sitting atop presumably his father’s shoulders. He had looked happy. The second was black and white, with a single woman in plain dress. Cotton and mild lace that, if one were to look more carefully (as Clara did), would seem just slightly dirtier than the rest of her, just slightly older and more fake. She smiled, but Clara doubt the smile; her eyes didn’t shine like they should and her face was fake plaster and makeup with no expression underneath. A painted smile. The final picture was of a dog Clara didn’t recognize, but didn’t think it mattered much. A dog was a dog, after all. It wasn’t anything special.
i was writing about a mantle, but the funny thing is that was not the important thing. I hated that mantle because it reminded of that girl i saw die on tv when i was ten. I think the only reason i cared is because she looked exactly like the girl i used to spy on, my neighbor.
oh poo yet another mantle and what are we to do. this time this one had a great laundering face. in a sexist way, he was very fond of the ladies and yes their wetness as well, but i noticed this grin on this certain mantle that was just excruciating to the eye and burn the eyes and oh goodness
I was wandering through the great halls of the fabulous and yes overwhelming and I came across this great mantel and oh dear. It just seemed like it was just a great show to see indeed and there we were observing ht mantle and oh dear oh deal what a story to tell I will not tell but It had a mouse and a deer and all sorts of things upon it
dismantle the handle when you wrastle with vandals i always make scandals while wearing sandals, its just how i roll my bank rolls like a swiss cake roll too bad moneys just fake dough i hate crows
mickey mantle was a baseball player, i dont like baseball, but whatever, its just a boring game with sticks and balls and people running around, i have a mantle piece on it hangs my shattered knees, my patterns cease when i play with saturns rings and what it brings are songs to sing. So lets go rocking down the street in fresco while the rest go fuck themselves with special specials
absolutely not. I placed a hookah on a mantle once and that’s what my roommate said to me. apparently being black and owning a hookah means smoking pot out of it….why would you even associate that with color? that’s not even a stereotype of black people. and then she said it wasn’t because i was black and that i’m just paranoid.
The thing i keep on my fire place not really. A moose head captured by a hunter who shot it in a forest with a large buckshot with two different barrells and triggers like those old japanese ones called tagashaki or something like that. Mantels are crazy mine is chite i have no proplem s.
dismantle. Something over a fireplace, or a collar. To dismantle is to take apart. Dismantling stuff is fun, though I don’t think it actually counts as dismantling when you blow it up with dynamite. Also, Mickey Mantle was a great baseball player. Hit a 600 foot homer once. Played for the Yankees in the 1950’s.
as she laid her dick upon the mantle, he couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten her hands upon it. the bloodied, frayed ends suggested it’s foreign origin, but really, who just goes out and finds a dick, honestly?
on the mantle, I saw a beautiful statue of a girl holding a baby; was it her baby? I do not know. I want to look into her eyes and see if I can read the answer in her soul. She looks too young; perhaps it is her little sister or her niece. Will I ever get to know the answer? No. She ca
A mantle. Put something on the mantle, like a photo, or a clock. Mantles are sometimes wooden and above a fire place. Men with moustaches own mantles, as do women with pearls. They are sometimes married. Mantles are manly, mantles hold your glass of whisky above the fireplace. I do enjoy a good mantle, every now and then, with a bowl of mixed nuts above it. Mantle mantle mantle, will & grace. Grace broke a doll on the mantle. Whoops.
old candles on the fireplace in france….warm fire warming up my fresh clean body from my bath. listening to my parents chat in the kitchen…carefree night- thinking of getting my pjs on and getting ready for bed. 4 metal chairs on the mantle. Made by my father
who cares. mantles are weird. i rememeber that mantle joke on full house when everyone hated the painting and joey said he wanted to put it under or on top of the mantle and someone said the fireplace is under there and then they all laughed. thats not even a funny or sophisticated joke, its dumb. why did people laugh at it.
what does that mean?
i have no idea i need a dictionary and a language testing again and again and so on i;m bored by now ajjjjjjfgggggggg
i sat underneath the mantle as i waited for my cellphone to ring. it was raining outside and the pounding of drops on the roof was drowing out my thoughts
The fireplace in my parents’ house has a mantle. On that mantle are picture frames: graduation portraits, family photos, others I can’t remember. We wanted to put our plasma TV over the mantle, but they wouldn’t let us because the limestone wasn’t strong enough.
piece and set of matches. a book of words placed there in times of comfort and joy. hanging boughs and boroughs.
mantle, i dont really know what mantle is but it reminds me of handle..and handling is what i have problem with now…my dad is not handling his dad role anymore, he doesnt want to admit im grown up..and he wants authority.still
Near the mantle was a beautiful mahogany frame that he had acquired in West Africa. The frame encircled the only picture he had ever seen of his mother.
upon the mantle place my nana keeps dog pictures and photos and father christmas drinks his milk from there
it also sounds like mental which you are hahahahah
anddddd i should keep tegan and sara pictures on the matel place
there is a mantle to the earth. i’d like to lay there and hide. away. it’d be warm and i’d feel safe. kinda like the one by the fire place which just have fake reminicsent memories of bullshit things that make you feel needed and special. the earths mantle is much better
The mantle held a snowglobe and an ink blotter.
Both had not been touched in years, they sat as silent monuments to the man who had lived in the house years ago. They were dusted every day by those who still lived there, and remembered him.
No one carried on that tradition after the passing of those who lived in the house.
The snowglobe broke. The ink blotter was sold at auction.
handle. i dont know. brown. classy. mansion. hoodoo. haha. jamaica. colorful.
i have a mantle above the fireplace in my house. it has pictures on it as well as a few other things. theres matches on it to light a fire, and theres also many plant type things on it. my mom is really into gardening and planting. ive heard about it being very therapeutic
hang me there. oh wait that’s on the piece. instead hang around me, protect me, oh God, please protect me from the thoughtless.
Mmmm, a fireplace. Mantle, to me, is a collective memory bank, knick-knacks and trinkets gathered from the younger years traveling the world now gathered in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement on the fireplace mantle, lit by the same glowing light that illuminates two tangled bodies; lovers for so long, for so much longer.
the mantle was beautiful. it was marble and it seemed to glow under the light of the ceiling fan/lamp attachment. many things could be stored on it. candles, pictures, statuettes. but the cat knocked them all off. i suppose it’s for the ebst, their decorating style is hideous.
mantle. mantle. it’s a cloak. like that you wear. when i think of them i always imagine them to be red. i don’t know why. or do you mean a mantle like fireplace or something? is it spelled differently? i don’t know. it’s kind of a boring word, you know? stupid right.
I hung your picture up today, remebering all the sweet words you said. I wish I were the mantle so that I could hold you like it does so perfectly. I miss the way your eyes looked that night, and the way you held me by the fire. Now all I have left is this picture placed on my mantle.
There are some places that people would want to be and some places people wouldn’t want to be. Those who like to perch on the top of the world love this place and will soak up all the glory of it. Its a place where things sit and things stay.
Its the mantle of our lives.
A lonely candle sits upon me accompanied only by the night and a beautiful painting fading quickly…
the mantle was decorated for Christmas and the children were tremendously excited. What could possibly happen in the morning? Would their christmas stockings be filled with all kinds of goodies? They hoped so. They looked one last time at the holly-covered wood over the fireplace, and went to bed.
a mantle is a place for things about your life
its sits upon the fireplace
it shows the world who you are and what you think is important
some mantles are ostentatious, and bothersome, while others are classical with sleek lines.
Some sit upon gas fireplaces, while others rest on the traditional wood ones.
Mantle, isn’t that what a cloak? That’s quite a difficult word to signify something as simple as a cape. Do superheroes wear mantles? If they do they should simplify themselves and their apparatus. Mantle. Man + Tle. Is this is masculinization of language?
the mantle on her head shone. The moon could never shine like this, because the moon reflects the sun. This mantle had an inner light. As if all the volcanic activity that had created the metals it was made from had stored it’s heat and light in the silver.
On the mantle sat three pictures frames, glass encased in wood. The first depicted a young child, perhaps five years old (no older, for sure), sitting atop presumably his father’s shoulders. He had looked happy. The second was black and white, with a single woman in plain dress. Cotton and mild lace that, if one were to look more carefully (as Clara did), would seem just slightly dirtier than the rest of her, just slightly older and more fake. She smiled, but Clara doubt the smile; her eyes didn’t shine like they should and her face was fake plaster and makeup with no expression underneath. A painted smile. The final picture was of a dog Clara didn’t recognize, but didn’t think it mattered much. A dog was a dog, after all. It wasn’t anything special.
big fireplaceburni ng faster with eaCH SECOND, a family lost, a legacy living. To bad for them, shoulda had better insurance.
i was writing about a mantle, but the funny thing is that was not the important thing. I hated that mantle because it reminded of that girl i saw die on tv when i was ten. I think the only reason i cared is because she looked exactly like the girl i used to spy on, my neighbor.
oh poo yet another mantle and what are we to do. this time this one had a great laundering face. in a sexist way, he was very fond of the ladies and yes their wetness as well, but i noticed this grin on this certain mantle that was just excruciating to the eye and burn the eyes and oh goodness
I was wandering through the great halls of the fabulous and yes overwhelming and I came across this great mantel and oh dear. It just seemed like it was just a great show to see indeed and there we were observing ht mantle and oh dear oh deal what a story to tell I will not tell but It had a mouse and a deer and all sorts of things upon it
dismantle the handle when you wrastle with vandals i always make scandals while wearing sandals, its just how i roll my bank rolls like a swiss cake roll too bad moneys just fake dough i hate crows
mickey mantle was a baseball player, i dont like baseball, but whatever, its just a boring game with sticks and balls and people running around, i have a mantle piece on it hangs my shattered knees, my patterns cease when i play with saturns rings and what it brings are songs to sing. So lets go rocking down the street in fresco while the rest go fuck themselves with special specials
absolutely not. I placed a hookah on a mantle once and that’s what my roommate said to me. apparently being black and owning a hookah means smoking pot out of it….why would you even associate that with color? that’s not even a stereotype of black people. and then she said it wasn’t because i was black and that i’m just paranoid.
The thing i keep on my fire place not really. A moose head captured by a hunter who shot it in a forest with a large buckshot with two different barrells and triggers like those old japanese ones called tagashaki or something like that. Mantels are crazy mine is chite i have no proplem s.
It was on top of the mantle for ages, an old wooden box made of cherry wood and metal. It looked elegant and sophisticated. Inside was a yo-yo.
dismantle. Something over a fireplace, or a collar. To dismantle is to take apart. Dismantling stuff is fun, though I don’t think it actually counts as dismantling when you blow it up with dynamite. Also, Mickey Mantle was a great baseball player. Hit a 600 foot homer once. Played for the Yankees in the 1950’s.
I put on my mantle and went out to fight the good fight. It was an ordinary day but I felt anything but ordinary. I was superhuman!
as she laid her dick upon the mantle, he couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten her hands upon it. the bloodied, frayed ends suggested it’s foreign origin, but really, who just goes out and finds a dick, honestly?
The things that you love go on the mantle. You show it off so everyone can see.
It covers the earth…the Earth’s mantle. Hard, soft, wet, and dry. Or is that the crust? I think I’m remembering my geology wrong.
I would leave my picture on my mantle if I had one. I would love everyone to see it.
on the mantle, I saw a beautiful statue of a girl holding a baby; was it her baby? I do not know. I want to look into her eyes and see if I can read the answer in her soul. She looks too young; perhaps it is her little sister or her niece. Will I ever get to know the answer? No. She ca
A mantle. Put something on the mantle, like a photo, or a clock. Mantles are sometimes wooden and above a fire place. Men with moustaches own mantles, as do women with pearls. They are sometimes married. Mantles are manly, mantles hold your glass of whisky above the fireplace. I do enjoy a good mantle, every now and then, with a bowl of mixed nuts above it. Mantle mantle mantle, will & grace. Grace broke a doll on the mantle. Whoops.
old candles on the fireplace in france….warm fire warming up my fresh clean body from my bath. listening to my parents chat in the kitchen…carefree night- thinking of getting my pjs on and getting ready for bed. 4 metal chairs on the mantle. Made by my father
who cares. mantles are weird. i rememeber that mantle joke on full house when everyone hated the painting and joey said he wanted to put it under or on top of the mantle and someone said the fireplace is under there and then they all laughed. thats not even a funny or sophisticated joke, its dumb. why did people laugh at it.