sans handshand nounsans hands by ~Reggetti
1.the terminal, prehensile part of the upper limb in humans and other primates, consisting of the wrist, metacarpal area, fingers, and thumb.
They were what held my focused attention.
From the thin, dexterous fingers to the prominent arc of the wrist as it folded and bent to accommodate the angle of the arm. His hands were stunning, thin and agile, with hard curves and edges where others might be soft. Years of a type of schooling that most do not survive had hardened his hands, left small, barely-there scars as a testament to his endeavors, as a testament to his devotion to his craft. Almost inv
PenmanshipUnscripted;Penmanship by *EMort
Isn't that the way life should be?
A freedom to make one's own decisions
Without the guidance of destiny?
But on these nights,
When everything comes spinning back, I see,
That just as I write these words,
Some one else picks up a pen for me.
Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain. by ~HayleighElizabeth
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
CynthiaDarkness. Barred windows and blood. Particles of dust languidly swimming in the pallid, grey twilight as it comes in columns through the windows of a long corridor. And the spiders. Women with long robes and habits betraying their role and the long, dripping black hair hanging beneath them. Faces obscured by masks and pupil-less eyes and still no faces when the masks are removed. And the little girls in white nightgowns, trapped in white prisons with only a small window in the door for the faceless to look in on them and the small slot through which meals are passed and a bed. And Cynthia.Cynthia by ~Led-Feather
Cynthia was special. Cynthia could see th
SideshowThe midway at night. It is an eerie place. Fading filaments in clear glass bulbs are strung overhead between old wood caravans with sun-baked and chipping primary colored paint. Long pitch black shadows filled with ominous creatures scuttling about within their depths. Faces appear sinister. An October wind is dry and smells of burning Fall foliage, stale popcorn, even staler beer and cotton candy.Sideshow by *RUNNrabbitRUNN
There are few patrons here. This carnival does not draw the crowds of the old days. It is in disrepair, with tired old carnies working rusty old rides, aging animals and worn out stages. Run down and uncanny. It is a vagrant's carnival.
Subjective PronounsSubjective pronouns are used as the subjects of sentences (whom or what you're talking about).Subjective Pronouns by =purrrplcat
I am going to leave for my appointment.
She is late already.
They will never make it on time.
A problem occasionally arises when subjects are compound. You might read, for instance:
His brothers and him are going to the ball game.
Margaret, Elizabeth, and me were at the mall for four hours yesterday.
Me and her see eye-to-eye on lots of things.
These pronouns are used incorrectly. Because the pronouns are used as subjects of the sentence, they should all be in the subjective case: I, you, he, she, it, we, or they. So, the sentence
Death's ReprieveOne day, Death decided to leave us. And he took all the children with him. We didn't know why.Death's Reprieve by ~Gricken
He just left us a note, saying:
I have left,
And I have taken the children with me.
Cherry PoppedFrom her Louis Vuitton knock-off,Cherry Popped by ~TheLunaLily
the wife pulled a gun,
she fired three shots
and popped Cherry with one.
She was hit in the heart
and she bled Unchained Melody
and scarlet love letters spilled
onto the floor.
Her vision was fading,
she knew she was dying,
and as she was falling
he ran to catch her
before she fell to the floor.
Cherry smiled, she had won.
This was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms
at the fade to black.
When all the pages were read
and the last word was said,
this was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms at The End
of her fairy tale.