The ruins loomed on the skyline. Their glittering heights brought new meaning to the word ‘awesome’. The young men could barely keep their eyes off of them as they set up camp.
“Tomorrow we’ll be there,” one said to another, an eager glint in his eyes.
The other nodded. “Tomorrow.”
Ooooooooooooooooooo these lips are veddy ancient. Not a kiss, not a kiss. The lips they may fall off, yes, yes, oh, yes. A crack and a crinkle and *whish*, fall away, veddy most unfortunate, yes, yes.
Old dilapidated shield laying in the sand, parts of an old adobe structure with the sun rising above it, red rays eminating above into the dark sky. Silent mountains behind holding the mysteries of the centuries. This is what I see as I walk across the desert plains. What was there? What happened? Where did they go? One will never know as they examine the remaining mystery. What a profound experience – to behold only segments of the past.
Everybody in school says my parents are ancient because they are older than all my teachers and older than all the students in my grade’s parents. But honestly I don’t care how old my parents are, I do tease them about their age, but I love them so much and at times I do wish they were younger but i don’t care. I love you mom and dad. <3
In life, one could argue, there are boundaries that are meant to be broken. Boundaries of love, for the lonely among us: boundaries of the mind, for those of a more academic disposition. And boundaries of the land, which change shape ever so constantly with the respective greed of the lords of war.
However, it has been – or had been – unanimously agreed that one boundary shall never be breached. Ancient, looming, it encircled the dark pines to the southeast of the continent, bordering the kingdoms of A’shayar and Brommn, respectively – two rivalries as ancient as the boundary they both feared, which resulted in their coalition of a united border against it.
The events that follow are a direct result of that border being breached by the singular horror that was bound within; the deaths of thousands, the crumbling of a empire, and the ultimate end of the fifth era.
Ancient ruins in the desert. Isn’t that a cliche quest? Frankly I think the designers of this game are just running out of ideas, but whatever. So as long as it gets me good exp and items, I don’t really care too much. I just wish there was more creativity in the online world nowadays.
Ancient triple frogs began to so rapidly overpopulate the Triassic period that they soon burgeoned 250 million years into the future. The first drove of them popped out of the Mississippi mud in 1943 and each new drove pushed the one in front of it further west until the first drove made its fateful appearance in 1944 at high tide in Monterrey CA, tails and all. Doc woke one morning to The Seer’s horn, lit a cigarette and saw them surging in waves up onto his deck, best thing that could’ve happened. Doc’s research paper made him the hottest marine biologist in 1945, same time as the ex-sardine fisheries began canning the new most sought after delicacy.
There is a time in our history, it may be created every single minute and second that we are alive, that is considered ancient. “Ancient” is a word to describe what we believe is old and valuable so many humans use “ancient” in ancient vases or ancient texts. But if ancient really is something valuable, then everything is ancient because everything is valuable. Therefore, every time a minute, or even a second passes, we are creating something ancient and forever because that moment, however brief, can never be changed… unless we build a time machine.
The walls were ancient and crumbling. How was this place still full of magic? The ruined statues lay at the base of what used to be a magnificent entryway, but there was nothing left. The intricate tapestries were now just piles of dust, and the gold that had shimmered everywhere had been plundered years ago.
The ancient city should’ve been crumbling, but it stood tall before me. I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the church, and walked inside. The silence echoed off of every statue and intricate carving, swirling around me in a calm but eerie tornado.
The ancient ways of doing things are always on my mind. I guess a better word to use would be traditional. Although technology seems to be making most of our lives better, I can’t help but think that we are not close to what we should be. I just watched a documentary on food and, it seems to me, that we could learn a lot about the way we eat from ancient times. Technology didn’t make us smarter, it made us lazy.
An ancient room. Vast and wide, holding secrets from the ages. All the treasures of the world, collected in this room. Ancient items were strewn about, dinosaur eggs,ceramic pots. The years’ secrets were revealed, and shown in this meuseum.
i love ancient pharoas from egypt. Egypt is an amazing country. I live in a country, did you know that? Yes I live in a lovely place. A place is a noun isn’t it or is it? I don’t know.
Sometimes my life in NY seems like ancient history.
I would need to excavate through layers of cement and stone
to find the girl I was back then. Still, when I close my eyes,
I see a glimmer of who I was and who I would become.
Old things are beautiful. They have such a great amount of character and wisdom. Ancient makes me think of Egypt and pyramids and the sphinx. I also think of the Mesopotamian river valleys. Ancient things are always in museums and museums I find boring. Ancient people are pretty awesome. I find old history to be very fascinating.
Ancient thoughts, ancient monuments, ancient history, ancient abstractions. Ancient anxiety. I don’t know but ancient. I wouldn’t know about this new stuff of the youth, like the internet and stuff. I Would only know about my ancient ancianities whether that word does or not exist.
Sehun lifted his head from his desk. He sniffed at the air around him, ignoring curious glances from the boy sitting next to him, who in Sehun’s opinion was too pretty for his own good. He mumbled an ‘excuse me’ as he collected his notebooks and shuffled out of the 7th hour History lesson. The air was shifting. The ground was breathing. He was sure of it now. A glint of light flashed from the ground and Sehun didn’t even fully process the unusual sight because his heels turned him and his feet carried him away from the C building, then past the dorms, then straight out of campus. He was squinting against the sun now, “..really Sehun. What the hell are you doing?”
When I went to high school, ancient greek were my least favorite subject. When I went to London, the ancient greek part of the museum i visited was my favorite part. Taste can change…
the ancient civilization made Cassie wonder all about what had happened here, hw each crack came to be and why everyone saw such significance in this place when once it was just a part of daily life. she admired the beauty and history and wished for the millionth time she could live in that wonderous time period.
It was a feeling that has been expressed a thousand different way since the beginning of time. So people assert that animals do not have it, but then that also implies that us, humans (animals) also don’t know love. I think this is more possible than lower species not knowing love. We know love, but we reject it.
tombs full of statues of fat women and red stick oxen prodded with yellow ochre spears. what did they think of back then? did they dream of travelling to the sun, and basking in the disc of life or did they realize that humanity was grounded here with all the rest of the animals?
Az antik tárgyak mindig sok jelentést hordoztak magukban. Annyi történetet és annyi emléket viselnek magukon, amennyi ruhát az ember télen sem húz fel szívesen. Az antik tárgyaknak lelke van. Mi adunk nekik lelket, azzal, ahogy bánunk velük.
Sorry guys, I have to write on my native language. :D
The way you think is ancient, so don’t you dare try to impose your bigoted viewpoints on me. In fact, don’t even talk to me, because you ooze ignorance and it disgusts me.
The ancient art of drumming has formed the very basis for our society. what started as basic manifestation of percussive noises from various natural objects turned into a complex system of communication. This communication was the start of long distance culture sharing.
the walls were ancient. reminiscent of a past civilization that had long away died with not a trace left except for some art and the structure. it held deep meaning and revelation to search the walls for more clues.
For the world in this place and in this time is an old world world. It is an old world with an old soul. Its body with tremors and aches like nobodies business, but for those creatures big and small that rest on her bountiful bossom, we tremblr and stumble as she shifts in discomfort. We fret and we panic when her form moans and groans, but out life is but a blink or two for this ancient lady who slumbers.
There was something about the old structure that spoke of age– not just age, but that ancient respect and the wisdom that comes with years. Strange, to give an object the qualities of a person, but Henry could not help thinking that the old temple, though it was falling apart and worn beyond repair, was watching him, Trusting him. Hoping he would discover its secrets.
The ruins loomed on the skyline. Their glittering heights brought new meaning to the word ‘awesome’. The young men could barely keep their eyes off of them as they set up camp.
“Tomorrow we’ll be there,” one said to another, an eager glint in his eyes.
The other nodded. “Tomorrow.”
greek, egyptian, babylon, rome, china, sumarian, phoenician
Ooooooooooooooooooo these lips are veddy ancient. Not a kiss, not a kiss. The lips they may fall off, yes, yes, oh, yes. A crack and a crinkle and *whish*, fall away, veddy most unfortunate, yes, yes.
Old dilapidated shield laying in the sand, parts of an old adobe structure with the sun rising above it, red rays eminating above into the dark sky. Silent mountains behind holding the mysteries of the centuries. This is what I see as I walk across the desert plains. What was there? What happened? Where did they go? One will never know as they examine the remaining mystery. What a profound experience – to behold only segments of the past.
Everybody in school says my parents are ancient because they are older than all my teachers and older than all the students in my grade’s parents. But honestly I don’t care how old my parents are, I do tease them about their age, but I love them so much and at times I do wish they were younger but i don’t care. I love you mom and dad. <3
Seemingly majestic, but truly unknown and broken. No one knows the truth and no one knows the pain.
Ancient kjhnb.,vgmfd
In life, one could argue, there are boundaries that are meant to be broken. Boundaries of love, for the lonely among us: boundaries of the mind, for those of a more academic disposition. And boundaries of the land, which change shape ever so constantly with the respective greed of the lords of war.
However, it has been – or had been – unanimously agreed that one boundary shall never be breached. Ancient, looming, it encircled the dark pines to the southeast of the continent, bordering the kingdoms of A’shayar and Brommn, respectively – two rivalries as ancient as the boundary they both feared, which resulted in their coalition of a united border against it.
The events that follow are a direct result of that border being breached by the singular horror that was bound within; the deaths of thousands, the crumbling of a empire, and the ultimate end of the fifth era.
Ancient walls made up of ancient stones, ancient hearts made up of ancient love.
Ancient ruins in the desert. Isn’t that a cliche quest? Frankly I think the designers of this game are just running out of ideas, but whatever. So as long as it gets me good exp and items, I don’t really care too much. I just wish there was more creativity in the online world nowadays.
Ancient triple frogs began to so rapidly overpopulate the Triassic period that they soon burgeoned 250 million years into the future. The first drove of them popped out of the Mississippi mud in 1943 and each new drove pushed the one in front of it further west until the first drove made its fateful appearance in 1944 at high tide in Monterrey CA, tails and all. Doc woke one morning to The Seer’s horn, lit a cigarette and saw them surging in waves up onto his deck, best thing that could’ve happened. Doc’s research paper made him the hottest marine biologist in 1945, same time as the ex-sardine fisheries began canning the new most sought after delicacy.
Ancient. Owed honor, reverence. Our grandparents.
There is a time in our history, it may be created every single minute and second that we are alive, that is considered ancient. “Ancient” is a word to describe what we believe is old and valuable so many humans use “ancient” in ancient vases or ancient texts. But if ancient really is something valuable, then everything is ancient because everything is valuable. Therefore, every time a minute, or even a second passes, we are creating something ancient and forever because that moment, however brief, can never be changed… unless we build a time machine.
The walls were ancient and crumbling. How was this place still full of magic? The ruined statues lay at the base of what used to be a magnificent entryway, but there was nothing left. The intricate tapestries were now just piles of dust, and the gold that had shimmered everywhere had been plundered years ago.
the ancient greeks would worship gods .For example Hades the god of dead rules the underworld. Al souls would go to him.
old civilizations, cultures. what we sometimes call old people (sorry for that association..)
The ancient city should’ve been crumbling, but it stood tall before me. I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the church, and walked inside. The silence echoed off of every statue and intricate carving, swirling around me in a calm but eerie tornado.
The ancient ways of doing things are always on my mind. I guess a better word to use would be traditional. Although technology seems to be making most of our lives better, I can’t help but think that we are not close to what we should be. I just watched a documentary on food and, it seems to me, that we could learn a lot about the way we eat from ancient times. Technology didn’t make us smarter, it made us lazy.
An ancient room. Vast and wide, holding secrets from the ages. All the treasures of the world, collected in this room. Ancient items were strewn about, dinosaur eggs,ceramic pots. The years’ secrets were revealed, and shown in this meuseum.
i love ancient pharoas from egypt. Egypt is an amazing country. I live in a country, did you know that? Yes I live in a lovely place. A place is a noun isn’t it or is it? I don’t know.
Sometimes my life in NY seems like ancient history.
I would need to excavate through layers of cement and stone
to find the girl I was back then. Still, when I close my eyes,
I see a glimmer of who I was and who I would become.
Old things are beautiful. They have such a great amount of character and wisdom. Ancient makes me think of Egypt and pyramids and the sphinx. I also think of the Mesopotamian river valleys. Ancient things are always in museums and museums I find boring. Ancient people are pretty awesome. I find old history to be very fascinating.
Ancient thoughts, ancient monuments, ancient history, ancient abstractions. Ancient anxiety. I don’t know but ancient. I wouldn’t know about this new stuff of the youth, like the internet and stuff. I Would only know about my ancient ancianities whether that word does or not exist.
we will be ancient, we will one day be like them.
Sehun lifted his head from his desk. He sniffed at the air around him, ignoring curious glances from the boy sitting next to him, who in Sehun’s opinion was too pretty for his own good. He mumbled an ‘excuse me’ as he collected his notebooks and shuffled out of the 7th hour History lesson. The air was shifting. The ground was breathing. He was sure of it now. A glint of light flashed from the ground and Sehun didn’t even fully process the unusual sight because his heels turned him and his feet carried him away from the C building, then past the dorms, then straight out of campus. He was squinting against the sun now, “..really Sehun. What the hell are you doing?”
When I went to high school, ancient greek were my least favorite subject. When I went to London, the ancient greek part of the museum i visited was my favorite part. Taste can change…
the ancient civilization made Cassie wonder all about what had happened here, hw each crack came to be and why everyone saw such significance in this place when once it was just a part of daily life. she admired the beauty and history and wished for the millionth time she could live in that wonderous time period.
“It is too ancient for camouflage”
… Yes, you are right. The salt between our hips is a well-aged wine, in a soft wooden barrel.
“indisputable link to your slithering origins”
And, you will return.
It was a feeling that has been expressed a thousand different way since the beginning of time. So people assert that animals do not have it, but then that also implies that us, humans (animals) also don’t know love. I think this is more possible than lower species not knowing love. We know love, but we reject it.
tombs full of statues of fat women and red stick oxen prodded with yellow ochre spears. what did they think of back then? did they dream of travelling to the sun, and basking in the disc of life or did they realize that humanity was grounded here with all the rest of the animals?
Az antik tárgyak mindig sok jelentést hordoztak magukban. Annyi történetet és annyi emléket viselnek magukon, amennyi ruhát az ember télen sem húz fel szívesen. Az antik tárgyaknak lelke van. Mi adunk nekik lelket, azzal, ahogy bánunk velük.
Sorry guys, I have to write on my native language. :D
And to think
That today my life could be half over
and I wouldn’t know it.
Read the history books, children.
The way you think is ancient, so don’t you dare try to impose your bigoted viewpoints on me. In fact, don’t even talk to me, because you ooze ignorance and it disgusts me.
You’ve probably heard of guys growing letting their facial hair grow for the postseason.
probasketballtalk.nbcsports.com
will they notice the way everything was coated in ash
but the palms of our hands pressed together?
a pumice, Vesuvius kiss.
The ancient art of drumming has formed the very basis for our society. what started as basic manifestation of percussive noises from various natural objects turned into a complex system of communication. This communication was the start of long distance culture sharing.
the walls were ancient. reminiscent of a past civilization that had long away died with not a trace left except for some art and the structure. it held deep meaning and revelation to search the walls for more clues.
For the world in this place and in this time is an old world world. It is an old world with an old soul. Its body with tremors and aches like nobodies business, but for those creatures big and small that rest on her bountiful bossom, we tremblr and stumble as she shifts in discomfort. We fret and we panic when her form moans and groans, but out life is but a blink or two for this ancient lady who slumbers.
There was something about the old structure that spoke of age– not just age, but that ancient respect and the wisdom that comes with years. Strange, to give an object the qualities of a person, but Henry could not help thinking that the old temple, though it was falling apart and worn beyond repair, was watching him, Trusting him. Hoping he would discover its secrets.
It was ruined but still beautiful. If I touched it it would crumble into ashes.