She lost her slipper. In fact, she lost a lot more than her slipper, but the slipper is what stands out in her mind — probably easier to confront than the other losses.
Slipper. Hmm. The word calls to mind warm memories of christmas, years ago. Coming out to see the tree neatly decorated, and friendly smiles from everyone there.
I got about two pairs of slippers each year. They were horrible, itched my feet and fell apart after a week.
I once dreamt that I was hitting a very famous sports person with my big slipper. I love the slipper I was hitting him with. They are too big and huge for my feet, and give this sense of comfort, and they make me feel that my feet are more safer, and well protected.
i once bought pair of slippers for five bucks. the broke in two days. i really wish i had a pair of slippers this winter it’s very dirty around the house and shoes are to heavy. tyler stole my slippers once
There it is. Peeking out from under my bed. A lone slipper. A reminder of all that is not right with my life. Its mate is long gone. Butr I cannot muster the strength to throw it away. It would be throwing a part of myself away. So I just stare at it. An it mocks me.
I put my slipper on in the early morning hours. The floor is cold, and I wonder why I didn’t crank the heat last night. MY head is groggy and I realize I should just crawl back into bed. Warm and cozy….a good place to spend the start of the holiday. I place to contemplate all that has been happening this year.
“Dammit, where’s my other slipper?” Ellen slid from her bed and knelt to peer underneath, but the slipper was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and stood, vowing to put electronic locators on everything she owned so that next time she wanted to go out for the mail in the snow, she wouldn’t have to look forward to frostbite.
This reminds me of my puppy who is coincidentally named puppy. She likes to steal slippers and leave them randomly hidden around my house. It’s funny actually because I think she’s done teething. It’s also funny because these slippers aren’t mine. I guess if they were mine, I wouldn’t laugh as hard as I do when I see chewed up slippers.
I had a slpper. something cozy to cover my feet, ut it only sooted me in winter, i much prefer roaming barefoot. the feel of concrete and grass and dirt on my toes. slippers, they make me think of something bif and fluffy. pink. blue. always pastel, or a dorg.
we ran as fast as we could from the ball. i hadn’t yet kissed her, and now i knew i was going to miss her. her hair came flying out from under her tiara and she did nothing but laugh. i wanted to catch her even though i was right up next to her, and all she said was “let me go let me go!” and so i let her go. i watched her get into that magic pumpkin and kept watching when she turned into a jackolantern.
These are one of my favourite winter items. They are simply a must-have in my house! I love a nice cozy warm fuzzy pair of slippers to keep my feet toasty and warm all through the chilly Northern Ontario winter. I like to get a new pair every year, sometimes as a Christmas gift with some nice matching pj’s.
my slipper seriously won’t stop eating my foot. it’s so hungry. my dry feet are being consumed by this jcpenny piece of shit that I recieved from my dad’s mistress 3 days ago.
I have been slipping the one word site for some time now. I like to write on some arbitrary topic so i feel this is a very apt place for me. I just felt like writing something then i recalled this site which i used to visit frequently in order to quench my need of writing.
Grandma’s slippers are too small for me. She wore them every day for the last 10 years of her life, and now she’s gone. All of her other clothes show what sort of life she led–her crazy red hat, her powersuit, and her skirt all fit.
what a delightful word
im wearing none at the moment
and never do wear them at all
the world could mean either that thing your wear on the foot
or a person that just keeps falling
Softly, Seductive and yet harboring an scent that is unfamiliar to the soft plushness. and the warm feelings so pleasurable. This one time i tried to eat a slipper tasted horrible though!!!
I like to wear slippers, they are so fuzzy and warm. I love wearing them next to the warm fire place. I love the huge purple one’s a friend of mine owns. I sometimes steal them and wear them around the house. It’s like walking on a cloud. It’s just so pleasant!
My slipers are for me everything : without them, my feet are frozen and I cannot live !
She lost her slipper. In fact, she lost a lot more than her slipper, but the slipper is what stands out in her mind — probably easier to confront than the other losses.
1. Slipper. I like them. Furry, warm. Nice. Comfy. Keep your toes from freezing and turning into Popsicles.
warm on my foot. soft and pink. that slipper. i step into a puddle of spilled oatmeal. gordon bennett! now my slipper is soiled.
There was a red slipper on the living room carpet. It sat there lonely. The lint collected on the sole.
Slipper. Hmm. The word calls to mind warm memories of christmas, years ago. Coming out to see the tree neatly decorated, and friendly smiles from everyone there.
I got about two pairs of slippers each year. They were horrible, itched my feet and fell apart after a week.
Something you put on your feet to keep them warm. Comes in a variety of styles and designs.
I once dreamt that I was hitting a very famous sports person with my big slipper. I love the slipper I was hitting him with. They are too big and huge for my feet, and give this sense of comfort, and they make me feel that my feet are more safer, and well protected.
i once bought pair of slippers for five bucks. the broke in two days. i really wish i had a pair of slippers this winter it’s very dirty around the house and shoes are to heavy. tyler stole my slippers once
Hello my name is chuck and there was once a guy named tony who fell in love with a girl and he was seeing for a long time and she eneded
There it is. Peeking out from under my bed. A lone slipper. A reminder of all that is not right with my life. Its mate is long gone. Butr I cannot muster the strength to throw it away. It would be throwing a part of myself away. So I just stare at it. An it mocks me.
I put my slipper on in the early morning hours. The floor is cold, and I wonder why I didn’t crank the heat last night. MY head is groggy and I realize I should just crawl back into bed. Warm and cozy….a good place to spend the start of the holiday. I place to contemplate all that has been happening this year.
“Dammit, where’s my other slipper?” Ellen slid from her bed and knelt to peer underneath, but the slipper was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and stood, vowing to put electronic locators on everything she owned so that next time she wanted to go out for the mail in the snow, she wouldn’t have to look forward to frostbite.
This reminds me of my puppy who is coincidentally named puppy. She likes to steal slippers and leave them randomly hidden around my house. It’s funny actually because I think she’s done teething. It’s also funny because these slippers aren’t mine. I guess if they were mine, I wouldn’t laugh as hard as I do when I see chewed up slippers.
I had a slpper. something cozy to cover my feet, ut it only sooted me in winter, i much prefer roaming barefoot. the feel of concrete and grass and dirt on my toes. slippers, they make me think of something bif and fluffy. pink. blue. always pastel, or a dorg.
we ran as fast as we could from the ball. i hadn’t yet kissed her, and now i knew i was going to miss her. her hair came flying out from under her tiara and she did nothing but laugh. i wanted to catch her even though i was right up next to her, and all she said was “let me go let me go!” and so i let her go. i watched her get into that magic pumpkin and kept watching when she turned into a jackolantern.
These are one of my favourite winter items. They are simply a must-have in my house! I love a nice cozy warm fuzzy pair of slippers to keep my feet toasty and warm all through the chilly Northern Ontario winter. I like to get a new pair every year, sometimes as a Christmas gift with some nice matching pj’s.
comfortable footwear used in lounging around the house.
my slipper seriously won’t stop eating my foot. it’s so hungry. my dry feet are being consumed by this jcpenny piece of shit that I recieved from my dad’s mistress 3 days ago.
i slip i slide, i slowly glide through life, ike a slow motion skid across the hardwood kitchen floor in my fuzzy socks.
i slip
i slide
i merely glide
I have been slipping the one word site for some time now. I like to write on some arbitrary topic so i feel this is a very apt place for me. I just felt like writing something then i recalled this site which i used to visit frequently in order to quench my need of writing.
Grandma’s slippers are too small for me. She wore them every day for the last 10 years of her life, and now she’s gone. All of her other clothes show what sort of life she led–her crazy red hat, her powersuit, and her skirt all fit.
it’s s foot thing
it’s when you do it with anyone whos not your girlfrind
its wehn you crash with your car
what a delightful word
im wearing none at the moment
and never do wear them at all
the world could mean either that thing your wear on the foot
or a person that just keeps falling
Softly, Seductive and yet harboring an scent that is unfamiliar to the soft plushness. and the warm feelings so pleasurable. This one time i tried to eat a slipper tasted horrible though!!!
I like to wear slippers, they are so fuzzy and warm. I love wearing them next to the warm fire place. I love the huge purple one’s a friend of mine owns. I sometimes steal them and wear them around the house. It’s like walking on a cloud. It’s just so pleasant!
warm soft just what i needed, on this cold snowy day. i walk to my kichen and trip….slippers i love you but you make me fall….the end.