Twice The Glory
After the drying process, the preservatives and the crude candle wedged between the fingers, the hand barely looked human. To Barney, it looked as if it had…
The Beauty of Hands
Hi everyone! Your challenge is to write a story beginning with the discription of a pair of hands. Simple. It can be anyones hands, anywhere, in any situation. Sorry if its a bit breif but I want you to be completely free!!! Goodluck!
Challengers
12 entriesDance
Two small, delicate hands that were as fragile as glass fluttered and swayed through the air. Slightly scarred though they were, they were still graceful. As…
Breaking Up is Hard to Do
She spreads her hands, palms up, in a gesture of frustration. “Why?” She holds up one slender finger. “Because you’re violent.” She holds up a second. “You’re…
Those Hands
Long elegant slender fingers, fleshy strong palms. His hands. Those hands shook mines on the day that we met. Those hands held mine as we danced. Those hands…
Yin and Yang
Our hands tangle loosely on your lap. Mine are dark in contrast to your pale flesh, the yin and yang of us. I look at our hands; I can’t bear to look at…
These Hands
My hands are not what they were once upon a time. The skin, once soft and supple enough to wordlessly communicate my love to my children, is wrinkled and thin…
A Telling Hand
My hands cupped hers. With my thumb, I traced the lines of her palms, enjoying the touch of her skin. Soft and hot, it reminded me of warm milk or…
Gaping Fish
Dry and calloused, old, thin spindly fingers clenched at the sand in front of him. Golden bracelets clattered against one another - the sound infuriating. He…
Dead Man's Grip
His hands are shaking, though through fear or uncertainty I cannot tell. I decide to simplify things. My own hands curl around my revolver and draw with the…
Princess Hands
Her olive fingertips were warm to the touch. I held her hands firmly, crying tears of joy. I could feel her wedding ring under my palm, gently placed on her…
Now I pay the Price.
I stare in to my lap for answers receiving nothing but more guilt. These weak, decrepit hands. Long, trembling fingers. Brittle bones encased in loose, ashen…