offering

January 21st, 2015 | 69 Entries

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69 Entries for “offering”

  1. Inside the rim of trees
    my hair touches the water

    my body bends
    over a rock

    like a spoon
    in an empty bowl.

    by bridget on 01.22.2015
  2. She stood there wondering what in the world was she buying. It was like she was offering her soul to the devil. But she gathered her wits about her, went up to the cashier and plunked the condoms down on the counter. “Oh, could I also have a pack of gum?” she asked.

    by MsLanaK on 01.22.2015
  3. Standing before the altar. What’s my offering? Money, hope, fear, family, friends…it all starts to mash together in my head. What’s the point? Nothing would buy forgiveness for what I’ve done.

  4. So often I am always offering my services to others. Whether it be my help in cleaning your house for

    by Dana Franklin on 01.22.2015
  5. The drum beat was oddly soothing, as was the cold against my back as I looked up at the night sky surrounded by fire. I would be there soon in spirit, an offering to the God of Fire and Life, I would serve him in his realm for all eternity.

  6. the most common day for offerings was wednesday. The upside down State Library was festooned with flowers, red for life, white for death. some Wednesdays were worse than others. the days after a Trade, trams could barely move for the offerings sent to appease whatever higher power was watching – or what ever lower power was listening.

    by Laura on 01.22.2015
  7. It is customary for all church goers or christians to make a monetary offering to the church. This act is seen as fulfilling God’s command to feed his lambs and to assist in the upkeep of the pastor and the church.

    by victor walkes on 01.22.2015
  8. He took along a bottle of whiskey as a peace offering. It had been three years since they had last spoken, that fateful night when he met Andrea for the first time. He had not known at the time about her relationship with Dave, or the effect his affair with her would have on both their lives.

    by tonykeyesjapan on 01.22.2015
  9. For a limited time only… Act now … While supplies last …

    There are offerings made like something special or something sacrificial while really its just leftovers or more of the same. Like money from a rich man, jewels from a safe, especially minted anything that’s a sure collector’s item. I found a beautiful shell. I found a mysterious rock. I have some grains of sand from a day long ago. I don’t say much. I gave a shell. I gave a rock. They’re nothing, but they’re things I loved.

  10. wie geht das mit schreiben endlich ohne unterbruch der worter – ich habe genug von diesem schrecklichen tun –
    wer verursacht das ?

    by MARCONI agatha on 01.22.2015
  11. Angel and Birdie
    The oak doors opened up to a large two story marble room. Large pillars spiraled up toward the elegantly painted ceilings. Large brass chandeliers hung down to light the aisle of hand crafted wooden benches. At the front of the church, sat a marble altar draped in sapphire sheets. Upon the sheets sat an angel of white and gold. His hair fell around him in waves and down the sides of the altar.

    Spotting the fiery-haired woman at the entrance of his abandoned church the angel offer his hand to the woman. His piercing blue eyes stared deeply into her emerald eyes to assure her that they had finally made it home. They survived.

  12. And they made all sorts of offerings to Belzebub, the Lord of flies. They made their peace. They can hunt knowing the wrath of their god would not befall them. How unfortunate to those who had not seen the truth; perhaps they should make them.

  13. my offering to the world is my existence
    it is good enough i hope
    if not I will come back to ensure that it is
    so don’t be surprised when I come back
    and welcome me with open arms

    by anushwa on 01.22.2015
  14. body and blood. body and blood.
    I am the offering.

  15. She’d never made an offering to the Gods before but this was one she was forced to make. Her life for humanity’s survival. She’d do it but she lamented the lack of some proper procedure for making this sacrifice.

    by SKSK on 01.21.2015
  16. i offer up all the fog in my brain
    for you
    it’s not worth much
    but it will be there faithfully on
    the nights when you are all alone scratching
    picking at your frontal lobe and making sure
    you can’t see through to morning

    as if loneliness was not enough,
    now holding your hand
    the reason the tips of your fingers remain so cold
    the haze that blankets the desire to ever leave bed
    will comfort us both
    oh please it is all i have to give
    and all i will have to hold
    if i don’t have
    you

  17. There wasn’t any time to be offering the skulls to the children. They were already too caught up pulling the wings from the flies they were snatching out of the air. It was only when it was gently suggested they saw off the top portion of the skull and use it as a bowl for their wingless flies that they began to enthusiastically take them to their respective corners of the room.

  18. I never offered you anything.
    You just took
    and took
    and took
    without ever returning anything.
    I recall eagerly calling out your name
    when i was in dire need of your love
    and you never offered me a hand
    or a heart
    or a tissue
    or anything.
    nothing at all…

  19. I never really offered you anything.
    I guess you just took
    and took
    and took
    and never returned.
    I waited for you to offer me a part of your heart
    and i eagerly called out your name
    but perhaps that was asking too much…

  20. To say that winding up as an offering to an ancient, unspeakable power was a surprising way to spend her sixteenth birthday was, admittedly, something of an understatement. Still, it was about the only thing she could think as she tried – and failed – to loosen the thick rope wrapped around her spread limbs.

  21. Place before what you give
    a gift received or one given
    taken from where I have no idea
    a meaning for you
    that’s mine to preserve
    from the inner recesses
    of the human condition
    brought forth and served
    a dish from me to you

    by Protean on 01.21.2015
  22. Most of the time, Yuki had no idea why Luke was in love with him.
    What did he have to offer to someone who was already so perfect, flawless, someone who really could have almost anyone else he wanted. It was no secret that Luke was the type who was popular with the girls, so what was the point, then, of Luke sticking with someone who had nothing of worth to give him?
    Of course, Luke always knew the answer, of the fact that Yuki had something that only he could give to Luke, and no one else.
    Underneath whatever bright smiles and flirty laughs he had, there was always the subtle, burning anger, rage, and wrath that was always only just so barely constrained by what he showed to everyone on the outside – not a facade, no, never, but there was always the darker side to Luke that terrified him.
    And somehow, Yuki could effortlessly make all that anger recede. Any moment Luke could feel the wrath threatening to rip apart the chains keeping it just barely at bay, Yuki would simply reach over and touch Luke’s arm, and suddenly it was all gone. As if the anger had shrunk away and become quiet once again.
    It was the perfect kind of offering, in Luke’s opinion, because it wasn’t even something that Yuki was conscious of. But it was important to him, and it didn’t really matter to Luke if Yuki couldn’t offer anything at all. Everything else came unconditionally, and that was what mattered. Not what they could constantly give and take from each other, but just the comfort of knowing that they were there.

    by JemJem on 01.21.2015
  23. Offering love is a seemingly selfless act. To offer love means to lose fear of being hurt, risk of disloyalty and to lose yourself in the process.

    by Sharnisha on 01.21.2015
  24. She lay on her back, humbly offering herself to him in every way. Her clothing lay on the floor, discarded. Every scar was on display, and her every thought showed on her face, waiting to be taken. The knife was in his hand, and her throat was bared. She was giving herself up… for me. Not to me, to be clear, but for me. All of this she sacrificed for me. He was a monster, he planned horrifying things, but thanks to her, these plans were not for me. She was giving herself for me. My life was no longer for me to squander. I ran.

    by singular on 01.21.2015
  25. There was no simple way to put it, the offerings were poor.

    The hotel itself was nice. There was a bar. And a pool. In fact, there was a bar in the pool.

    But the rooms left a lot to be desired.

    by Holly on 01.21.2015
  26. It was a small offering, the only thing he had left of value to give up. He knew he had to, anything to take away the pain he had caused. He solemnly trudged forward to the small hut in the center of the village – aware of the whispers and stares following him. He would give his life to take back the suffering he had caused his people, but first he would try asking forgiveness through this offering.

  27. One day i was offering an elder women some food from a fast food place near her. She ubruptly denied her offer and decided to cry & pled for money. Poor lady ran away mad at us because we didnt give her the what she wanted. Her face turned from innocent to revoking in just a few moements. Sometimes you can nver really know who people are judging by how they appeal or assume to be. Lesson learned

    by Anel on 01.21.2015
  28. MONEY PAID TO THE CHURCH, ISSAC AND ABRAHAM, THE GOLDEN CALF, MY LIFE,

    by Donna Thain on 01.21.2015
  29. Everyday is an offering…
    You don’t believe me??

    It’s an offering to your family,..
    An offering to God..
    An offering to friends..
    Or maybe even yourself..

    It can be wealth, health, or any kind of thing..

    Everyday is an offering..
    We never know what it will be..
    But i hope i can make it..
    Whether its for you or me..

  30. a burnt offering
    too little
    too late
    you can’t deny
    who you are
    and expect to be
    forgiven
    i’m sorry
    i’m not sorry
    for the first time
    free
    from obligation of
    guilt

  31. It’s as though he never thought it could have been different.
    “It’s for you love”

    “But, I can’t”

    “I can’t take it back.”

    And so he clawed his way further before collapsing without a heart.

    by Kat Kai Kol-Kes on 01.21.2015
  32. you offer something when you ask or get or give something. you have that thing and ask that person can you have it? if they say no do not have it but if they say yes feel free to have it.

    by ava on 01.21.2015
  33. you offer something when you ask or get or give something. you have that thing and ask that person can you have it?

    by ava on 01.21.2015
  34. you offer something when you ask or get or give something.

    by ava on 01.21.2015
  35. We all offer up part of ourselves to life….Why do I always start these with ‘we’ or ‘we all’? Do i want to disconnect from committing to having these thoughts be ablut myself? Are they about myself? Is all of my problems stemming from just projecting things that are really internal on external factors? Isn’t that a bitch.

  36. It’s a simple offering, a small paper crane left on the dresser amidst medications and jewelry. But it’s enough. He turns it over in his hand, all the carefully pressed lines and folds showing Crow’s careful touch.

  37. He walked into this place at the darkest point of the night. The bars at the entrance gate were not inviting but he would not be stirred from this place. The night was dark and cold, and his skin shivered against his baggy clothes in the midnight air. As he walked along the gravel path his footsteps dug into the dirt. In the darkness the sound was deafening; a shrill scream in the dead of night. But this place was not empty

    by Kyle on 01.21.2015
  38. An offering, well, this is someting you get when you are a goddess, and you have your own temple. You are bestowed with food, and goods, and riches.

    by pankhac on 01.21.2015
  39. “She’s offering me fifteen dollars an hour for start, possibly seventeen later on.”

    “That’s ridiculous,” scoffed Callie. “Her office is in the most expensive part of the city. That includes steep costs for parking. How the Hell does she expect you to pay rent and commute just on that much?”

    I shrugged. “I tried asking for twenty, and she sort of rolled her eyes at me.”

    “Sort of?”

    “Okay, she did roll her eyes. You get it.”

    by Belinda Roddie on 01.21.2015
  40. The dirty man brought what use to be his friends and family together and gave all that he had. His offering made their hearts warmer than anything money could buy. THen the died

    by Moranda Mitchell on 01.21.2015