There was a cold feeling as I saw the door open wide. I knew that this wasn’t a horror movie and a man in a mask wouldn’t walk in, but I couldn’t help but feel something unbelievable was about to happen.
A spine. I don’t have one. Apparently. Sometimes I feel like people could walk all over me. But I know that’s not true. I am a bit of a coward though. But who isn’t, really? What is cowardice anyway?
He couldn’t think for the pain. He couldn’t even settle further into the armchair to dull it, because that just made it hurt worse. He could see her doing something in the kitchen, across the room, and tried not to look like he was in pain.
My spine is rusty, my spine won’t break. I haven’t been trying to crack it horizontally but inadvertantly I may have tried. I’m quite sane though all these nerve endings make me go crazy!
the spine is curvy. it bends like the branches under the heavy weight of the recent rains. the spine bends with the light load of a newborn child in India as the mother treks across the lands.
It was bent, wrinkled, and old. Overly used. But maybe overly loved was a better phrase to use. It went through so many people’s hands, passed on through the years. Knowledge given to thousands of minds.
The newly proclaimed king swallowed his throat clogging with fear. His eyes were wide the white rimmed around a swollen red from seven nights of sleep lost. His tongue was swelled and it poked around in his dry mouth. While he was severly dehydrated to the point of not thinking straight, he could still fill the cold chill of the barbarians icy blue eyes. The rogue grinned holding out his hand for the payment of treason. The reason the man standing in front of him was now king. The king shuddered as he slung the bag of gold into the man’s hands. “Begone, you have your payment.”
The barbarian just laughed as he quickly bled into the darkness. The king felt the evil aura crawl up his spine and he wondered how long it would be before the demon within the man came for him.
Spineless. That’ s what I thought as I stared at the pen. Completely and utterly spineless. I should be able to do this. Stick to a decision I make. That’s doesn’t take guts. That just takes basic follow through, ordinary dedication. You said you’d do it, so you take the pen, and you sign the damn papers.
my spine seems twisted, yet releacing every day, it feels as though i am getting closer to somthing, god maybe? or as i feel stronger my mind become at ease
With wide eyes, and before she even knew she had moved, she was pressing her index finger to the spine of the seventeenth to left book, in the third row from the top on shelf number five, on the right side of the wall next to the west entrance, exactly forty-one steps from the window. Slowly, her finger moved downward over each of the three numbers, embossed in gold into the dark brown leather.
9
8
3
Brows furrowed and eyes closed, she took one deep breath. 983 983 983. It had to be. It-it just had to be the right one.
He gasped with pain and slapped a hand to his back. Something had definitely cracked. Setting his teeth, he forced himself to stand straight, popping his spine back into place. He was much too young to have this kind of problem.
the spine is the backbone, of course. but i do not have a strong one. i was born with scoliosis. sometimes, it bothers me so much that i do not even want to get out of bed. to make up for this physical lack of a strong backbone, i have created a very strong mental backbone.
The girls spine was curved, and she knew it. Bending over in front of her mirror, she lightly stroked the curvature and winced at the soreness that she felt. Since a brace was prescripted to her, she felt extreme discomfort and hated wearing it.
Spineless coward that gives up at the slightest opposition or excuse. Spine– one’s backbone. Lack thereof. Spine. The protective covering around your nerves.
“I could tear out your spine and suck out the fluids without thinking twice about it,” she whispered at me. I believed her – she had a pretty face, but she had a body that could wrestle a Mack truck to a standstill. “So next time, don’t fuck with me.”
I have one. It sometimes goes out of whack. That hurts. Mostly I like it. It’s a bit curved. That might change as I lose weight. Spines are good though. Without it, I wouldn’t feel anything. I’d be spineless. That would suck. This is a long 60 seconds. I just realized though that if you don’t add your name and email address on this site, and then submit and press backspace, you can have infinite time. I could write a novel about my spine. Not that this post says that much about my spine to begin with. I don’t think that they should let you finish your sentence. They should cut you off exactly at 60 seconds. It would be like an art to not get caught in the middle of a sentence.
it has been a very boring day. i am still very bored. waiting on people to come home is annoying because now i have to wait for my firiend to get home from the beach and im sitting here bored out of my mind that i have to write this thing in what.. 60 seconds? whatevers
people get shot in the spine quite frequently whenever a bullet passes through their abdomen. What’s with that? Just like that porn actor who got mauled, Tom Dong or something. He was just expecting to use his wang at work and then BAM – dead.
my spine tingled as he approached me, i could tell he was bad news..
my secret would be discovered, and the embarrassment always with me.
he blurted it out, the last sentence stabbing me in my chest.
the thing that hurt the most was not the uncovered secret,
but i thought he was my friend, i kept all his secrets so why do this to me?
why yell at me, why hurt me?
why?
Spine is the backbone of a person. The backbone of society is something. It’s the government. It’s the people. It’s each individual person. Every person is responsible for themselves. Yes, people work together and rely on one another, but it ultimately is reliant upon one’s self. In school, a lot of people blame the teachers or someone else for why they get a bad grade. “The teacher gave me a C” is what you’d often here. And more than often, you hear “I got an A.” Why can’t people be more responsible? Hold themselves accountable? If people thought about what they did or said, people would be better off. Impulse is good, but no one should be impulsive all the time. Too many people are impulsive. There’d be a better backbone to society if people could think for one. Society wouldn’t be as messed up as it is. People wouldn’t idolize partying and drinking and using as much drugs as possible. Illegal doesn’t mean cool. It just means illegal. Then again, the government doesn’t keep things illegal just because they are bad.
her spine snapped as she tumbled down the stairs like a ragdoll. she had been drinking and hadn’t known of the 30 foot diagonal drop down the hall to the left. she lay at the bottom, a broken thing.
The electrifying horror crept down her spine as the spider crawled closer to her face. Tic tic tic, it moved its legs. I will eat you for breakfast he said.
With a snap, the assassin heard his target’s spine snap like a twig, the man’s lifeless body dropping to the floor without so much as a sound escaping his parted lips.
i have a spine. Ive known it all along. But now i know its made of steel, that nothing can break it. It’s not glass, it wont shatter. and I may look like a china doll but give me your best shot…
What you need to get through the toughest of times. It can’t be built, but it can be strengthened. No one controls the length or strength besides the owner. Use it for the confidence, the fight, the ambition and the desire to become who you want to be remembered as.
There was a cold feeling as I saw the door open wide. I knew that this wasn’t a horror movie and a man in a mask wouldn’t walk in, but I couldn’t help but feel something unbelievable was about to happen.
A spine. I don’t have one. Apparently. Sometimes I feel like people could walk all over me. But I know that’s not true. I am a bit of a coward though. But who isn’t, really? What is cowardice anyway?
I am fused in my spine from L-4 to S-1 with two herrington rods and two duval discs, it took me one year to learn how to walk again.
I was told I had the spine of an eighty year old when I was forty, I cried, and said what will I do when I am eighty.
He couldn’t think for the pain. He couldn’t even settle further into the armchair to dull it, because that just made it hurt worse. He could see her doing something in the kitchen, across the room, and tried not to look like he was in pain.
My spine is rusty, my spine won’t break. I haven’t been trying to crack it horizontally but inadvertantly I may have tried. I’m quite sane though all these nerve endings make me go crazy!
The veins for life sap, the cord twining around the thin line between body, mind, and spirit.
That delicate little tendril of consciousness.
the spine is curvy. it bends like the branches under the heavy weight of the recent rains. the spine bends with the light load of a newborn child in India as the mother treks across the lands.
It was bent, wrinkled, and old. Overly used. But maybe overly loved was a better phrase to use. It went through so many people’s hands, passed on through the years. Knowledge given to thousands of minds.
The newly proclaimed king swallowed his throat clogging with fear. His eyes were wide the white rimmed around a swollen red from seven nights of sleep lost. His tongue was swelled and it poked around in his dry mouth. While he was severly dehydrated to the point of not thinking straight, he could still fill the cold chill of the barbarians icy blue eyes. The rogue grinned holding out his hand for the payment of treason. The reason the man standing in front of him was now king. The king shuddered as he slung the bag of gold into the man’s hands. “Begone, you have your payment.”
The barbarian just laughed as he quickly bled into the darkness. The king felt the evil aura crawl up his spine and he wondered how long it would be before the demon within the man came for him.
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backbone. My backbone. It’s broken but it holds me up for the most part. It hurts. It’s fractured. Because I’m old.
Spine.
The spine of a book.
The spine of a human being, or lack there of.
Sometimes spines just need to be cracked.
Spineless. That’ s what I thought as I stared at the pen. Completely and utterly spineless. I should be able to do this. Stick to a decision I make. That’s doesn’t take guts. That just takes basic follow through, ordinary dedication. You said you’d do it, so you take the pen, and you sign the damn papers.
Mine, dine, nine, line, divine, clemintine
The spine may be the gateway to eternal bliss and peace. As my body grows stronger and my mind the same my spine striatens and i feel no pain.
my spine seems twisted, yet releacing every day, it feels as though i am getting closer to somthing, god maybe? or as i feel stronger my mind become at ease
With wide eyes, and before she even knew she had moved, she was pressing her index finger to the spine of the seventeenth to left book, in the third row from the top on shelf number five, on the right side of the wall next to the west entrance, exactly forty-one steps from the window. Slowly, her finger moved downward over each of the three numbers, embossed in gold into the dark brown leather.
9
8
3
Brows furrowed and eyes closed, she took one deep breath. 983 983 983. It had to be. It-it just had to be the right one.
He gasped with pain and slapped a hand to his back. Something had definitely cracked. Setting his teeth, he forced himself to stand straight, popping his spine back into place. He was much too young to have this kind of problem.
I have a doll to play with, and she whispers of secrets beyond my
spine
beyond
pines
the spine is the backbone, of course. but i do not have a strong one. i was born with scoliosis. sometimes, it bothers me so much that i do not even want to get out of bed. to make up for this physical lack of a strong backbone, i have created a very strong mental backbone.
The girls spine was curved, and she knew it. Bending over in front of her mirror, she lightly stroked the curvature and winced at the soreness that she felt. Since a brace was prescripted to her, she felt extreme discomfort and hated wearing it.
Spineless coward that gives up at the slightest opposition or excuse. Spine– one’s backbone. Lack thereof. Spine. The protective covering around your nerves.
“I could tear out your spine and suck out the fluids without thinking twice about it,” she whispered at me. I believed her – she had a pretty face, but she had a body that could wrestle a Mack truck to a standstill. “So next time, don’t fuck with me.”
I have one. It sometimes goes out of whack. That hurts. Mostly I like it. It’s a bit curved. That might change as I lose weight. Spines are good though. Without it, I wouldn’t feel anything. I’d be spineless. That would suck. This is a long 60 seconds. I just realized though that if you don’t add your name and email address on this site, and then submit and press backspace, you can have infinite time. I could write a novel about my spine. Not that this post says that much about my spine to begin with. I don’t think that they should let you finish your sentence. They should cut you off exactly at 60 seconds. It would be like an art to not get caught in the middle of a sentence.
it has been a very boring day. i am still very bored. waiting on people to come home is annoying because now i have to wait for my firiend to get home from the beach and im sitting here bored out of my mind that i have to write this thing in what.. 60 seconds? whatevers
She shivered as the thing crawled up her spine. Each of the spidery legs that tapped at her back forced her to use everything in her not to gag.
The spine of a book…sturdy in most cases, full of what I want. Information, entertainment, surprising couplings of words that bring me joy.
people get shot in the spine quite frequently whenever a bullet passes through their abdomen. What’s with that? Just like that porn actor who got mauled, Tom Dong or something. He was just expecting to use his wang at work and then BAM – dead.
her spine snapped in half and he threw here lifeless body aside. the next victim would be me unless i did something, fast!
my spine tingled as he approached me, i could tell he was bad news..
my secret would be discovered, and the embarrassment always with me.
he blurted it out, the last sentence stabbing me in my chest.
the thing that hurt the most was not the uncovered secret,
but i thought he was my friend, i kept all his secrets so why do this to me?
why yell at me, why hurt me?
why?
The one thing keeping me straight and true.
Spine is the backbone of a person. The backbone of society is something. It’s the government. It’s the people. It’s each individual person. Every person is responsible for themselves. Yes, people work together and rely on one another, but it ultimately is reliant upon one’s self. In school, a lot of people blame the teachers or someone else for why they get a bad grade. “The teacher gave me a C” is what you’d often here. And more than often, you hear “I got an A.” Why can’t people be more responsible? Hold themselves accountable? If people thought about what they did or said, people would be better off. Impulse is good, but no one should be impulsive all the time. Too many people are impulsive. There’d be a better backbone to society if people could think for one. Society wouldn’t be as messed up as it is. People wouldn’t idolize partying and drinking and using as much drugs as possible. Illegal doesn’t mean cool. It just means illegal. Then again, the government doesn’t keep things illegal just because they are bad.
her spine snapped as she tumbled down the stairs like a ragdoll. she had been drinking and hadn’t known of the 30 foot diagonal drop down the hall to the left. she lay at the bottom, a broken thing.
it was the most intense feeling. chills kept running up and down my spine as the needle slowly made its way into my innocent veins.
The spine of the flower dipped low and the dew hung heavy off one petal. It dripped slow like honey. One drop at a time.
The electrifying horror crept down her spine as the spider crawled closer to her face. Tic tic tic, it moved its legs. I will eat you for breakfast he said.
With a snap, the assassin heard his target’s spine snap like a twig, the man’s lifeless body dropping to the floor without so much as a sound escaping his parted lips.
i have a spine. Ive known it all along. But now i know its made of steel, that nothing can break it. It’s not glass, it wont shatter. and I may look like a china doll but give me your best shot…
What you need to get through the toughest of times. It can’t be built, but it can be strengthened. No one controls the length or strength besides the owner. Use it for the confidence, the fight, the ambition and the desire to become who you want to be remembered as.