the skeleton hung, bones bare and blowing in the wind from the large pine. I coudln’t tell how long it had been strung up there, the flesh torn off from wild birds and the elements. I wondered how and why it even ended up so high in the tree.
The emaciated boy walked around staring, open eyed, desperately. All he was wearing was blue shorts and his bare shoulders revealed the weak skeleton under neath.
in the closet? Secrets even. Or fearful things. Scary. Death even. Bad things. Bad omens. Maybe the past too. What does it all mean? Who did it? Explanation? None. Time is ending. It’s over. Doom.
Skeletons in the closet. No kidding. He was still recovering from the shock of having a dead body fall on him as he stood and brushed himself off. Mable had said the old man had secrets. He just hadn’t expected this kind of secret. What was he gonna do?
For some reason, my six year old grandson has declared that his nickname is “Bad Bones”. I guess he wants to be in a rock band when he grows up and thinks that “Bad Bones” would be a great name for a rock star. So now he loves all the skulls and crossbones that are everywhere! Yikes!
there was a big white skeleton in the closet, and it was my boyfriend. his name was larry. he was sexy, shiny, and very flexible. i liked him a lot. you could do lots of things with a skeleton boyfriend. for example, try many many different sex positions you never thought possible with a real person. you are of course wondering about the doodleberry – i simply attached one.
There was a skeleton in the closet. It was the last thing I expected to see, upon pulling open the door in the upstairsmost bedroom. We had only just moved into the house, upon Mrs Chatterly’s not-entirely-unexpected death, and all afternoon I had been chasing my brother around the house, exploring her outdated possessions.
Closet turns upside down ghost thunderstorms ball volley ball blast turns upside down fillednwith air torn through the vortex humankind jumps up and down catch ball nomenclature
Stop.
body, what hold you up what you see in crime scenes. Skeletons in the closet. Secrets that you keep hidden and if you had the option you would take them to the grave with you so that nobody would ever find out.
Joseph returned to the realm of dreams, reflecting back to the earliest recollections which formed the skeleton of his life, drawing out everything that happened thereafter and culminating in his present state.
There’s nothing in the world comparing to the mighty skeleton. Nothing more frightening, more admireable. It’s just the cold, white bone, the scary red eyes staring at you wich make it impossible to look away.
Bones. That is all most of us think about when we hear the word skeleton. But it is so much more that that it is a story. It is the only story that will never go away. So get out there and live while you can, because one day we will all simply be a skeleton.
dark, cold nights. the world seem blank as he look through where his eyes once had been. around him, deep silence. he looked down at was once his hands… dead. bones. nothing more than a mind and bones. how could this be? how had this happened?
Skeleton. Always reminds me of Halloween. Used to be my favorite holiday, when we lived in a larger neighborhood. When we moved to a small town, it wasn’t as fun anymore.
Bones and bones lots of bones. They made us learn all the bones in our gymnastic class, it was so freaking boring. But i think i might remember a few:like tibia and femur and something like that. Because it wasn’t in swesdish, oh no, it was on latin. I will have SOO much use to know that. I was quit mad at my teacher back then but than I got an A in class so I have forgiven him now!
the skeletons in my closet aren’t the figural ones. they are literal. they hide in boxes and bags, waiting for the light of day to see them, to have my secret discovered.
She brushed her hands down her slim form, feeling the bones protrude from her ribs. She knew she was unhealthy, skeletal. But yet, there was nothing she could do. Her calorie counter had become her bible, the toilet her haven.
He thought about the name tag, about how on earth they could have known his name. In the middle of this musing, Jensen glanced to his left and felt a cold chill of panic wrack his whole being. Across the room was another bed just like his with a skeleton shackeled to it in the same position he was, replete with dangling name tag.
the frame of life, of me, of my body. it’s strong and it holds me firmly in place. where would i be without it. made of many little pieces which work together so nicely, so cooperatively. i only have one, but its more than enough for me. it’ll be there long after i’m gone…
There are things in my past I wish I could forget. When I am with you it is as though I have no regrets. I can not let you know about the skeletons in my closet. I do not trust you enough to understand what has happened.
The calcium shaded by my muscles vibrates with the beat of the music. It throbs through me, searching my mind and soul, and putting me in a mood that could not have been achieved with words or mental willpower alone. Music is the language of emotion.
the bones fell out of the closet.
confused
she bent down to pick up an ancient femur,
as if it were a toy.
there they were all 206
of a human being long forgotten.
skeleton. The part of the body that is used to support us. without it we cannot walk but more importantly we cannot live, for what is a man with out a spine? surely he’s a coward unlike his spined brotheren.
Haha, reminds me of Bones! I love that show :) Also reminds me of Halloween. We used to have a plastic skeleton we would hang in a tree outside our door, or bury it in our front yard under a cardboard tombstone, allowing the head to pop out of the ground. It broke a couple years ago though, so now we just hang its parts in random places around our walkway.
skeletons. we all have them in our closets. what i want to know is, if we all have them, why do we hide them? we might as all let them out and get it over with. i think cinco de mayo has it right–let the skeletons out, have a little to drink, dance, have fun. we’ll all feel better once it’s over. so why don’t we?
We are skeletons, those who are skinny or fat, dead or alive. Because without a decent life lived, there’s no fullness, no fleshing out of who we were created to be.
he was just a skeleton of a man
so young yet devastated by disease
no amount of medicines or treatment would help him regain his vigor of yesterday
he was just a skeleton of a man
the skeleton hung, bones bare and blowing in the wind from the large pine. I coudln’t tell how long it had been strung up there, the flesh torn off from wild birds and the elements. I wondered how and why it even ended up so high in the tree.
The emaciated boy walked around staring, open eyed, desperately. All he was wearing was blue shorts and his bare shoulders revealed the weak skeleton under neath.
in the closet? Secrets even. Or fearful things. Scary. Death even. Bad things. Bad omens. Maybe the past too. What does it all mean? Who did it? Explanation? None. Time is ending. It’s over. Doom.
Skeletons in the closet. No kidding. He was still recovering from the shock of having a dead body fall on him as he stood and brushed himself off. Mable had said the old man had secrets. He just hadn’t expected this kind of secret. What was he gonna do?
For some reason, my six year old grandson has declared that his nickname is “Bad Bones”. I guess he wants to be in a rock band when he grows up and thinks that “Bad Bones” would be a great name for a rock star. So now he loves all the skulls and crossbones that are everywhere! Yikes!
there was a big white skeleton in the closet, and it was my boyfriend. his name was larry. he was sexy, shiny, and very flexible. i liked him a lot. you could do lots of things with a skeleton boyfriend. for example, try many many different sex positions you never thought possible with a real person. you are of course wondering about the doodleberry – i simply attached one.
There was a skeleton in the closet. It was the last thing I expected to see, upon pulling open the door in the upstairsmost bedroom. We had only just moved into the house, upon Mrs Chatterly’s not-entirely-unexpected death, and all afternoon I had been chasing my brother around the house, exploring her outdated possessions.
Skeleton . I walk into a room. There lay a thoiusand skeleton. I screamed with fright. I woke up and it was all a dream.
Bones, and whiteness, darkness and frightening, it’s a monster in bone. Run, run, run! Don’t let it get you!
A skeleton is an idea, not a problem. It’s a philosophy not a foundation.
i see pink, toys, teddys, vhs, disney, sun, stars, shooting stars, pictures, shoes, more shoes, buzz lightyear, hobbit, my sibling, socks, heart, ikea, dog, candy, books, nutella
Closet turns upside down ghost thunderstorms ball volley ball blast turns upside down fillednwith air torn through the vortex humankind jumps up and down catch ball nomenclature
Stop.
body, what hold you up what you see in crime scenes. Skeletons in the closet. Secrets that you keep hidden and if you had the option you would take them to the grave with you so that nobody would ever find out.
Joseph returned to the realm of dreams, reflecting back to the earliest recollections which formed the skeleton of his life, drawing out everything that happened thereafter and culminating in his present state.
There’s nothing in the world comparing to the mighty skeleton. Nothing more frightening, more admireable. It’s just the cold, white bone, the scary red eyes staring at you wich make it impossible to look away.
When you die your loved ones eventually forget you, and who you once were. You’re now just a mere skeleton embedded in the earth.
skeletons are spooky….this is all i can say about skeletons.:)
Bones. That is all most of us think about when we hear the word skeleton. But it is so much more that that it is a story. It is the only story that will never go away. So get out there and live while you can, because one day we will all simply be a skeleton.
it is inside us and consists of bones
its a thing inside me. reminds me of the return of the living dead. hahaha thats strange. oh well. hallaween.thats another thing it reminds me of.
Ribs and joints protruded from the bloodied corpse lying on the ground. The man was thin enough to be considered a skeleton, even now.
dark, cold nights. the world seem blank as he look through where his eyes once had been. around him, deep silence. he looked down at was once his hands… dead. bones. nothing more than a mind and bones. how could this be? how had this happened?
Skeleton. Always reminds me of Halloween. Used to be my favorite holiday, when we lived in a larger neighborhood. When we moved to a small town, it wasn’t as fun anymore.
Bones and bones lots of bones. They made us learn all the bones in our gymnastic class, it was so freaking boring. But i think i might remember a few:like tibia and femur and something like that. Because it wasn’t in swesdish, oh no, it was on latin. I will have SOO much use to know that. I was quit mad at my teacher back then but than I got an A in class so I have forgiven him now!
the skeletons in my closet aren’t the figural ones. they are literal. they hide in boxes and bags, waiting for the light of day to see them, to have my secret discovered.
She brushed her hands down her slim form, feeling the bones protrude from her ribs. She knew she was unhealthy, skeletal. But yet, there was nothing she could do. Her calorie counter had become her bible, the toilet her haven.
I have a skeleton in my closet.
No, for real, I’m a science teacher. I got the skeleton for teaching purposes, but he does make a nice Halloween decoration as well…
He thought about the name tag, about how on earth they could have known his name. In the middle of this musing, Jensen glanced to his left and felt a cold chill of panic wrack his whole being. Across the room was another bed just like his with a skeleton shackeled to it in the same position he was, replete with dangling name tag.
the frame of life, of me, of my body. it’s strong and it holds me firmly in place. where would i be without it. made of many little pieces which work together so nicely, so cooperatively. i only have one, but its more than enough for me. it’ll be there long after i’m gone…
I mean closet, cannot find the word, I’m a surrender monkey, anyway, one day she will introduce me her skeletons.
There are things in my past I wish I could forget. When I am with you it is as though I have no regrets. I can not let you know about the skeletons in my closet. I do not trust you enough to understand what has happened.
in your cupboard you got skeleton,
one day you will introduce me to them.
The calcium shaded by my muscles vibrates with the beat of the music. It throbs through me, searching my mind and soul, and putting me in a mood that could not have been achieved with words or mental willpower alone. Music is the language of emotion.
the bones fell out of the closet.
confused
she bent down to pick up an ancient femur,
as if it were a toy.
there they were all 206
of a human being long forgotten.
skeleton. The part of the body that is used to support us. without it we cannot walk but more importantly we cannot live, for what is a man with out a spine? surely he’s a coward unlike his spined brotheren.
Haha, reminds me of Bones! I love that show :) Also reminds me of Halloween. We used to have a plastic skeleton we would hang in a tree outside our door, or bury it in our front yard under a cardboard tombstone, allowing the head to pop out of the ground. It broke a couple years ago though, so now we just hang its parts in random places around our walkway.
skeletons. we all have them in our closets. what i want to know is, if we all have them, why do we hide them? we might as all let them out and get it over with. i think cinco de mayo has it right–let the skeletons out, have a little to drink, dance, have fun. we’ll all feel better once it’s over. so why don’t we?
We are skeletons, those who are skinny or fat, dead or alive. Because without a decent life lived, there’s no fullness, no fleshing out of who we were created to be.
he was just a skeleton of a man
so young yet devastated by disease
no amount of medicines or treatment would help him regain his vigor of yesterday
he was just a skeleton of a man
well don’t LETON or tell about the skeLETON