Exchanging glances from the window’s reflection, Samantha smiled. Looking away quickly, he too. Filled with affection, Sam wasn’t looking away this time. Attracted, somewhat attached, “this is impossible”
and so felt safe, longing rather than loving.
“I just can’t stop thinking of you” speaking quietly to herself, practicing with her broken compact mirror. Alone, watching “Sliver,” she hears a knock at the door.
splinter
ow that is painful
the wood is in my foot
and now it’s bleeding all over my house
I don’t know how to react
I might pass out
this sliver is killing me
and I have prom tonight
ouch!!
The snake slivered across the dusty dirt road with it’s rattle swaying about the sand. No one could imagine the beauty if only they would open their eyes. There’s one thing I can tell by the way a snake moves. Grace. Nothing else. God’s creations were meant for grace and the sliver of a snake tells all but the Heavens.
A sliver of the moon was showing through the boarded up window. God, I wish it would just disappear. I looked at the moon ever night to watch it and dream of it and wonder about it. It was my clock, in a way, a constant. And what I didn’t need was a reminder of how many days it has been since shattered around me.
The room was filled with administrators and the air was formal. Laughter escaped out the side door. The only jovial member was a bright sliver of smoked salmon on the buffet. She received it and comforted her insides.
It was so thin and she was so hungry. Why did she only get a sliver of cake? It was her 5th birthday! That’s as many fingers as she had on her hand. She knows, she’s counted. She wanted the whole thing.
A sliver under the fingernail: such a small thing, but such a big irritant. Amazing how powerful something that small can be! And getting it out is even worse; the pain becomes even more intense as it’s being extracted.
i got a sliver stuck in my thumb. my uncle pulled it out with tweezers. i was six. it was the only time he ever helped me. he and i don’t talk. the older i grow the more awkward it becomes. he makes jokes that i would have laughed at ten years ago. i don’t even like him. my mother doesn’t like him. my father only likes him because they’re related so he has to.
small thin piece what you don’t want when you are eating pizza or a great cake Reminds me of silver which would be rich but sliver is almost the opposite of that. It has a sibilant and a glide and a fricative– what a combination of sounds and all for a word that means so very little. Slim is good but sliver isn’t– odd.
small slice of pie, a sliver of hope, tiny, diminutive, minute, very small, barely enough to count , broken glass, fragment, rent off piece, strand, shard, slice
Silvers get underneath you skin when you mess with untreated wood. They hurt. They pierce your skin and sometimes you can’t get them out. Sometimes you have to use a needle to reach underneath you skin (open the skin again) and prod around to get the sliver out. It hurts.
There was just a tiny sliver of light shining between the frame and the door, casting a slice of brightness on the cobbled floor. Edward ducked down in the shadows and held his breath as he pressed one cheek against cold stone and squinted to see into the room beyond.
His eyes shone silver in the moonlight. Staring her down with cold intensity. He was beautiful but frightening. She tried to turn, run but he was infront of her before she could take a single step.
“You made your choice, now it’s time to pay the price.”
It’s too early she thought desperately, I haven’t had enough time yet. That was a lie though and she knew it, she was living on borrowed time. The Guardian’s metalic eyes were still boring into her own. There was no forgiveness or understanding in them.
The world around them was bathed in the light of the moon. It’s normally vibrant colours painted grey.
This makes me think about getting cut with fiberglass. I hate that. You can’t see it but it just hurts. I don’t even like hearing this word. It makes my skin tingle. Glass hurts. That’s all I can think about saying about it. Sorry there wasn’t more. I guess there’s also the moon.
Astor turned the little sliver of wood over in his palm, wondering at it. It was so small and harmless, so /useless./ And yet it had been a part of the thing that had almost ended his eternity for good. He slipped it into his pocket to keep as a reminder of the first time someone had tried to kill him.
Well if I give you just a sliver you’ll only want more….you’ll think about that cheesecake all night. Your cravings will never go away. I’m doing you a favour really.
But I just want to try it and I’m watching my waistline.
That’s what they all say.
(uncomfortable pause)
Really…this cheesecake is a metaphor for the way that you live your life… cautiously….don’t want to over do it…no no no…not you
(uncomfortable pause)
…it’s like love. Yeah… yeah…the media portrays it as some really great thing…and don’t get me started on Hollywood movies… but it never works. It’s just a myth that it works. See if you NEVER feel it…then you don’t know what you’re missing. You wonder why everyone else in the world does the stupid things that they do and you can be a bystander through all this. A nice safe place to be…you can feel happiness to a certain extent and that’s all fine and good because you don’t know what you’re missing. Yup…you have a SENSE that something’s missing. That there’s some big secret that everyone else but you understands….and you start to think that you were away the day in grade school when they gave out the “what to expect in life” rule book.
But no.
Until it FRIGGING HAPPENS (which I might add always seems to come out of the blue! YUP!)
Then this whole other part of your being WAKES UP and you feel stupid… let’s face it what are the chances of two people being zinged at the same time… NOT BLOODY LIKELY …YOU’RE DESTINED TO LIVE IN PAIN…. A DEEP PAIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE….and suddenly you think that you understand every love poem ever written and “oh my God” suddenly becomes a phrase in your vocabulary…as you catch brief glimpses of the world being so beautiful!
…and then your reason kicks in and you think to yourself quaint things like, “well it’s better to have loved than to never have loved” at all or some sort of crap like that… I mean who was the idiot that made that up anyway!? and you can tell your reason EXACTLY where to go because it has now taken the co-pilot seat on this roaring jet engine soaring through the air thinking that a crash landing might be a better alternative than to go through the REST OF YOUR LIFE caring deeply for someone who thinks that you’re an idiot and there’s not a damn thing that you can do to let go of those feelings that have HIJACKED YOUR ENTIRE MIND AND BODY. And as you look for the eject button (because the auto-pilot button that you’ve been using your whole bloody life doesn’t appear to work anymore and the cute waitress who was bringing you those nice little bottles seems to have disappeared too…leaving you only with the sustenance of those white flour crackers in non-recylable packaging which doesn’t matter to your any more because ……you’re in love and your soul is residing so deeply within the beautiful rivers of existence- when you’re not heart-broken that is- that you don’t care about recycling anymore)
Love is a cruel joke on humanity. I am sure that we’re some sort of alien’s science experiment!
So..I will ask you ONE MORE TIME. Do you still want just a SLIVER OF CHEESECAKE?
Um….checque please…..
Her silver hair
was a sign of all the years she had
hidden her tears and remained strong
for the sake of her children.
She was strong,
could have won contests for
resiliency.
She had led a life that
brought her down many dark allies and
allowed her to sit atop the highest mountains
with beautiful sunlight shining on her
sliver hair.
I carefully pulled the mirror off of the wall, setting it slowly onto the ground. I was about to pick it up again when I heard barking. I ran to the living room and saw my dog, Marcy, barking like mad towards the door. We were expecting company, so I quickly opened the door. I smiled and greeted the guests who were my parent’s friends, and let them inside. I heard a sudden cracking sound come from my room. I told the guests my parents would be back soon, and hurriedly walked to my bedroom. Inside, I found a guilty little brother and broken glass everywhere. I picked up a sliver from the mirror shards and sighed, hearing my brother apologize profusely.
“It’s alright, I mean, I set it in the floor, what was I expecting to happen?” I comforted.
“I should have been more careful, I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it, you’re still one of the best big brothers ever.”
“One of the best? I’m your only brother though.” He smiled.
A sliver of liver lay on the floor. It molded itself around the tiles and the gore. It bled around it creating a pool of blood, and ever so quickly it created a flood.
“Just a sliver,” she said, when asked if she would like cake. “I’m on this very strict diet and I can’t have much at all. No, bigger than that. Oh, certainly bigger than that. Oh, the hell with it – just give me the whole cake!” Nothing feels as good as cake tastes.
Silbern lag er da. Die Schuppen glänzten wie Schnee in der Sonne. Er atmete schwer. “Silberfischchen brauchen kein Wasser, glaube ich”, sagte eine weiche Stimme hinter mir. Ich drehte mich um. Aus einem über und über mit lockigem Fell bedeckten Gesicht schauten mich zwei schwarze gütige Augen an.
small thin almond glass slivering snake slivering person, slivering kid sliver of information, sliver of time, sliver of food, sliver of anything sliver of time, sliver of love, sliver of knowledgede
Just a sliver of time was all it took. It sent me back, reeling into the great unknown beginnings of my life. Somewhere I didn’t want to go, but fate was going to shift my life in a backwards focus no matter what steps I took to will it not. What would those forgotten memories bring?
As the silver horse approached me, I slowly reached for my camera. Wanting to take a picture, I held the camera and my slight movement of my hand caused the horse to run ; more like sprint. I chased after it, scaring it even more. Crying, I thought of my mom. She always wanted a silver horse. Standing in the field, I slowly sat down and cried.
I think of jewelry. A lot if my earrings ate silver.ok like silver better than golf but I am not sure why. I also think of silverware. Not just ordinary silverware but fancy silverware. Then it makes Mr think of pretty woman when she had the lesson on which Firth to use when.
almonds are often slivers which is slim and small or barely nothing at all so you see it is a lovely noun that describes just about anything that is thin and a short amount of stuff that you can barely see if you know what i mean.Lynne
Silver ris the color of the hair of a wise and mature woman. She has spent years with Amanda wearing a silver ring to attest of her true love. The silver of the ring does not tarnish, nor doe the love for each other in that marriage. They have grown to love more deeply. She has mich to share about her love as she is gracefully aging. How was she able to do it all those years? What was her magic? Is there a silver lining that she can share with all of us so that we, too, can mature to the beautiful silver haired person we are meant to be?
there’s that chance that once in a lifetime that one in a million that ability and capability to maybe find what it is you’re looking for maybe just around the river bend you’ll find what’s waiting for you but you cannot simply suppose you must search for what you want pray you’ll get what you’ve hoped for and find it that sliver of hope is your heart
Exchanging glances from the window’s reflection, Samantha smiled. Looking away quickly, he too. Filled with affection, Sam wasn’t looking away this time. Attracted, somewhat attached, “this is impossible”
and so felt safe, longing rather than loving.
“I just can’t stop thinking of you” speaking quietly to herself, practicing with her broken compact mirror. Alone, watching “Sliver,” she hears a knock at the door.
i need a knife. a sharp edged knife. clean, with no markings on it. i want to be able to cut a sliver of skin off a ripe tomato
Signs flash and burn their way into the ceiling, curving circles, steadfast squares, lackadaisical lines morphed into a sort of mess of a design.
It looks a bit like the sky.
Just a tiny piece of him was all I wanted. A sliver of his attention, to know that I truly did matter.
splinter
ow that is painful
the wood is in my foot
and now it’s bleeding all over my house
I don’t know how to react
I might pass out
this sliver is killing me
and I have prom tonight
ouch!!
The snake slivered across the dusty dirt road with it’s rattle swaying about the sand. No one could imagine the beauty if only they would open their eyes. There’s one thing I can tell by the way a snake moves. Grace. Nothing else. God’s creations were meant for grace and the sliver of a snake tells all but the Heavens.
A sliver of the moon was showing through the boarded up window. God, I wish it would just disappear. I looked at the moon ever night to watch it and dream of it and wonder about it. It was my clock, in a way, a constant. And what I didn’t need was a reminder of how many days it has been since shattered around me.
The room was filled with administrators and the air was formal. Laughter escaped out the side door. The only jovial member was a bright sliver of smoked salmon on the buffet. She received it and comforted her insides.
It was so thin and she was so hungry. Why did she only get a sliver of cake? It was her 5th birthday! That’s as many fingers as she had on her hand. She knows, she’s counted. She wanted the whole thing.
A sliver under the fingernail: such a small thing, but such a big irritant. Amazing how powerful something that small can be! And getting it out is even worse; the pain becomes even more intense as it’s being extracted.
Scars don’t hurt like they began.
There’s nothing physical to them,
The agony is purely mental-
A scary story told gentle.
So then, tell me?
Why do I suffer so
When I see you pass me by
If my heart has long been dead to love?
i got a sliver stuck in my thumb. my uncle pulled it out with tweezers. i was six. it was the only time he ever helped me. he and i don’t talk. the older i grow the more awkward it becomes. he makes jokes that i would have laughed at ten years ago. i don’t even like him. my mother doesn’t like him. my father only likes him because they’re related so he has to.
small thin piece what you don’t want when you are eating pizza or a great cake Reminds me of silver which would be rich but sliver is almost the opposite of that. It has a sibilant and a glide and a fricative– what a combination of sounds and all for a word that means so very little. Slim is good but sliver isn’t– odd.
small slice of pie, a sliver of hope, tiny, diminutive, minute, very small, barely enough to count , broken glass, fragment, rent off piece, strand, shard, slice
small slice of pie, a sliver of hope, tiny, diminutive, minute, very small, barely enought to count
Silvers get underneath you skin when you mess with untreated wood. They hurt. They pierce your skin and sometimes you can’t get them out. Sometimes you have to use a needle to reach underneath you skin (open the skin again) and prod around to get the sliver out. It hurts.
There was just a tiny sliver of light shining between the frame and the door, casting a slice of brightness on the cobbled floor. Edward ducked down in the shadows and held his breath as he pressed one cheek against cold stone and squinted to see into the room beyond.
His eyes shone silver in the moonlight. Staring her down with cold intensity. He was beautiful but frightening. She tried to turn, run but he was infront of her before she could take a single step.
“You made your choice, now it’s time to pay the price.”
It’s too early she thought desperately, I haven’t had enough time yet. That was a lie though and she knew it, she was living on borrowed time. The Guardian’s metalic eyes were still boring into her own. There was no forgiveness or understanding in them.
The world around them was bathed in the light of the moon. It’s normally vibrant colours painted grey.
This makes me think about getting cut with fiberglass. I hate that. You can’t see it but it just hurts. I don’t even like hearing this word. It makes my skin tingle. Glass hurts. That’s all I can think about saying about it. Sorry there wasn’t more. I guess there’s also the moon.
Astor turned the little sliver of wood over in his palm, wondering at it. It was so small and harmless, so /useless./ And yet it had been a part of the thing that had almost ended his eternity for good. He slipped it into his pocket to keep as a reminder of the first time someone had tried to kill him.
Cheesecake?
Just a sliver please.
Why?
I’m on a diet.
(uncomfortable pause)
Well you may as well pass then.
What?
Well if I give you just a sliver you’ll only want more….you’ll think about that cheesecake all night. Your cravings will never go away. I’m doing you a favour really.
But I just want to try it and I’m watching my waistline.
That’s what they all say.
(uncomfortable pause)
Really…this cheesecake is a metaphor for the way that you live your life… cautiously….don’t want to over do it…no no no…not you
(uncomfortable pause)
…it’s like love. Yeah… yeah…the media portrays it as some really great thing…and don’t get me started on Hollywood movies… but it never works. It’s just a myth that it works. See if you NEVER feel it…then you don’t know what you’re missing. You wonder why everyone else in the world does the stupid things that they do and you can be a bystander through all this. A nice safe place to be…you can feel happiness to a certain extent and that’s all fine and good because you don’t know what you’re missing. Yup…you have a SENSE that something’s missing. That there’s some big secret that everyone else but you understands….and you start to think that you were away the day in grade school when they gave out the “what to expect in life” rule book.
But no.
Until it FRIGGING HAPPENS (which I might add always seems to come out of the blue! YUP!)
Then this whole other part of your being WAKES UP and you feel stupid… let’s face it what are the chances of two people being zinged at the same time… NOT BLOODY LIKELY …YOU’RE DESTINED TO LIVE IN PAIN…. A DEEP PAIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE….and suddenly you think that you understand every love poem ever written and “oh my God” suddenly becomes a phrase in your vocabulary…as you catch brief glimpses of the world being so beautiful!
…and then your reason kicks in and you think to yourself quaint things like, “well it’s better to have loved than to never have loved” at all or some sort of crap like that… I mean who was the idiot that made that up anyway!? and you can tell your reason EXACTLY where to go because it has now taken the co-pilot seat on this roaring jet engine soaring through the air thinking that a crash landing might be a better alternative than to go through the REST OF YOUR LIFE caring deeply for someone who thinks that you’re an idiot and there’s not a damn thing that you can do to let go of those feelings that have HIJACKED YOUR ENTIRE MIND AND BODY. And as you look for the eject button (because the auto-pilot button that you’ve been using your whole bloody life doesn’t appear to work anymore and the cute waitress who was bringing you those nice little bottles seems to have disappeared too…leaving you only with the sustenance of those white flour crackers in non-recylable packaging which doesn’t matter to your any more because ……you’re in love and your soul is residing so deeply within the beautiful rivers of existence- when you’re not heart-broken that is- that you don’t care about recycling anymore)
Love is a cruel joke on humanity. I am sure that we’re some sort of alien’s science experiment!
So..I will ask you ONE MORE TIME. Do you still want just a SLIVER OF CHEESECAKE?
Um….checque please…..
Her silver hair
was a sign of all the years she had
hidden her tears and remained strong
for the sake of her children.
She was strong,
could have won contests for
resiliency.
She had led a life that
brought her down many dark allies and
allowed her to sit atop the highest mountains
with beautiful sunlight shining on her
sliver hair.
I carefully pulled the mirror off of the wall, setting it slowly onto the ground. I was about to pick it up again when I heard barking. I ran to the living room and saw my dog, Marcy, barking like mad towards the door. We were expecting company, so I quickly opened the door. I smiled and greeted the guests who were my parent’s friends, and let them inside. I heard a sudden cracking sound come from my room. I told the guests my parents would be back soon, and hurriedly walked to my bedroom. Inside, I found a guilty little brother and broken glass everywhere. I picked up a sliver from the mirror shards and sighed, hearing my brother apologize profusely.
“It’s alright, I mean, I set it in the floor, what was I expecting to happen?” I comforted.
“I should have been more careful, I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it, you’re still one of the best big brothers ever.”
“One of the best? I’m your only brother though.” He smiled.
It is a long walk. My mind tells me go, and I have to make sure my feet follow.
Walking on slivers of broken glass, painful yet worth it.
Dog eat dog world, I came here to conquer, I will never forget those I am doing this for.
Them first, myself second.
Our silver then our gold where are these years going? Our time together has been a blessing. Five great children.
A sliver of liver lay on the floor. It molded itself around the tiles and the gore. It bled around it creating a pool of blood, and ever so quickly it created a flood.
“Just a sliver,” she said, when asked if she would like cake. “I’m on this very strict diet and I can’t have much at all. No, bigger than that. Oh, certainly bigger than that. Oh, the hell with it – just give me the whole cake!” Nothing feels as good as cake tastes.
a small portion.
Silbern lag er da. Die Schuppen glänzten wie Schnee in der Sonne. Er atmete schwer. “Silberfischchen brauchen kein Wasser, glaube ich”, sagte eine weiche Stimme hinter mir. Ich drehte mich um. Aus einem über und über mit lockigem Fell bedeckten Gesicht schauten mich zwei schwarze gütige Augen an.
as long as we prefer to watch and tolerate this we will have to live with it until someone provoked stands against
small thin almond glass slivering snake slivering person, slivering kid sliver of information, sliver of time, sliver of food, sliver of anything sliver of time, sliver of love, sliver of knowledgede
Just a sliver of time was all it took. It sent me back, reeling into the great unknown beginnings of my life. Somewhere I didn’t want to go, but fate was going to shift my life in a backwards focus no matter what steps I took to will it not. What would those forgotten memories bring?
As the silver horse approached me, I slowly reached for my camera. Wanting to take a picture, I held the camera and my slight movement of my hand caused the horse to run ; more like sprint. I chased after it, scaring it even more. Crying, I thought of my mom. She always wanted a silver horse. Standing in the field, I slowly sat down and cried.
I think of jewelry. A lot if my earrings ate silver.ok like silver better than golf but I am not sure why. I also think of silverware. Not just ordinary silverware but fancy silverware. Then it makes Mr think of pretty woman when she had the lesson on which Firth to use when.
almonds are often slivers which is slim and small or barely nothing at all so you see it is a lovely noun that describes just about anything that is thin and a short amount of stuff that you can barely see if you know what i mean.Lynne
six letters. 2 syllables.
Silver ris the color of the hair of a wise and mature woman. She has spent years with Amanda wearing a silver ring to attest of her true love. The silver of the ring does not tarnish, nor doe the love for each other in that marriage. They have grown to love more deeply. She has mich to share about her love as she is gracefully aging. How was she able to do it all those years? What was her magic? Is there a silver lining that she can share with all of us so that we, too, can mature to the beautiful silver haired person we are meant to be?
pain blood sight seeing light in the dark door window freedom sinking dread hope fear darkness
there’s that chance that once in a lifetime that one in a million that ability and capability to maybe find what it is you’re looking for maybe just around the river bend you’ll find what’s waiting for you but you cannot simply suppose you must search for what you want pray you’ll get what you’ve hoped for and find it that sliver of hope is your heart
sliver of wood from a door
a child without a sliver of hope
i only know of a sliver of love