The castle is a building that was built by the middle age people during the war. It is very stable and can sustain huge amount of damage dealt by people or weapons. Castle is considered a luxury because of it’s size. The size of the castle is as big as 10 middle-age house and can fit up to 100 people or more.
Castle. that is my favorite murder mystery show. I often ask myself, “What would Becket do?” when I don’t know what to do. I guess that was obvious, but I am tired. I can’t think good words.
a castle is a grey structure used for defence in the middle ages. it is 5 times as tall as an average house and about 10 times as strong. castles were also used for festivals and war.
A castle is a building made up of strong materials such as rocks, bricks, cement and others. It is used in the Middle Age which is around 1000-2000 AC. This castle were used by templars to protect themselves from danger. A castle is much bigger than a house and can fit up to 100 people.
a castle is a tower in ancient times used to protect kings. kings eat food and a castle is made oout of stone. stone is a type of substance of something. i need to think! i cant type without thinking it ruins my mind. and way, knights and kings use castles as houses and protection. my head hurts… :P
When i was a little girl a castle meant that it was a fairy tale that everyone always lives happily ever after that there were beautiful clothes and beautiful dinners and of course a very handsome prince the princess would be beautiful, and be very nice, she would always help all of the needy people of the kingdom. the step mother was bad..but the princess would eventually bring out the best in her and everyone would always live happily ever after
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A white horse, a prince, a castle. It was all she wanted and was it really too much to ask for?
She worked, hard, for everything she got. Just once she wanted to be able to put her feet up, smile, and relax. But time got money and she couldn’t afford to slow down.
This grimy, pathetic apartment would have to do for now.
When I thought back to what I had in Holding, I knew this place would be like a castle. Mother had told me about them; she said she’d read about them in a book when she’d been outside of Holding, before she had me. She told me they were big and stone; they held princesses and kept them safe. Somehow I just knew I wouldn’t be safe here – I wasn’t a princess, and not even this castle could protect me now.
He towered above me and wholly encompassed me, arms strong, legs solid, back a defensive wall, and in his entirety fully unshakable. I couldn’t feel the venom from the onslaught of poison-drenched arrows the day’s circumstances had fired at me. With him as my castle, I could always feel safe because, with him, I knew always was.
A castle is a large stone building perhapsmfrom many years ago to house royalty and to keep soldiersnsafe when fighting the enemy. Many are now tourist attractions
What I wouldn’t give to live in something akin to such a majestic building. A modern castle, if you will. A mansion. Something large and modern, something fun, with bubble chairs or chairs that look like giant Tic Tacs. One day, when I’m fabulously wealthy, that is what I will have.
He’s trapped in a castle and he has no memory of who he was or what he did. Despite his past, can he make himself better? Can he be her prince? Or will it be her who will fight his enemies? His demons?
Even though she knew her life was no longer in danger, Lia felt sad about returning to the castle, her home. Despite her feelings, she knew she had to return, if only to let her parents know she lived.
i want to build the walls of this castle so high that nobody can see in or out
so far that i’ll never have to worry about anyone breaking through
so tall that my only worry is not to look down
so big that i’ll be afraid to fall.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. No one understood that though she had everything, she was a very sad girl. When the rain would fall she would think of it as the heavens crying for her. She was a lonely girl, not just lonely but heart broken.
She didn’t live in a castle with heavy stone walls and stain-glass windows. She didn’t have servants who did her every bidding. No. Instead, she had a normal house, with wood and plaster walls and normal glass windows.
princess queen mystery lover romantic beauty vast love history cold lovely. anything can happen within its walls. whether it is ancient or new they hold a sense of wonder
A princess lives in a far away land in the most stunning castle. The princess is stunnin as well. But she hates it. She hates the castle that feels more like a dungeon than a home. She hates her looks because it draws attention that she is more than uncomfortable accepting. She hates everything about the stunning castle.
a castle is a place from long ago, a lovely way of life…rough yet beautiful and meticulous, the people that lived in them lived entirely interesting lives and in glorious times..we live in direct contrast so much happening, but no one is really interested or involved, we need to rediscover the old.
The noble prince galloped up the mountainside for days on his trusty horse, finally arriving at the castle in which the fair maiden was trapped inside. The tallest tower, built of cobblestone bricks stood high above the ground, at the far right of the structure.
En el castillo abandonado, había nacido un árbol. Era casi tan viejo como el castillo y se sentía rey de él. Un rey solo, un rey triste. Un rey abandonado.
i’m glad that I don’t live in a castle. I think it would be cold and drafty and not much fun. on the otherhand, the view from one of the turrets or maybe all of them would be fabulous. i think id like to try it for a weekend maybe. but not in thew winter. summers only.
As the castle built, up towards the sky,
Reaching farther than I could ever dream,
Protecting only what told in stories,
Guarding, oh what, inside its think gray walls,
A perfect fortress to hide my heart.
The castle on the hill was expansive; a stone cold gray with leaning towers on one side and a mass of decay and greenery on the other. It was a spiritual build, highlighted against an ashen sky with little else surrounding its barren landscape and forgotten fields. What else was a forgotten girl to do in such a place other than to dream? To dream of coasts and rushing waters or grassy fields filled with the scent of air and blue sky and the soft cry of birds was her life then. A life she lived in secret in the castle on the hill.
THere was one in the sky at one point, or so I’ve heard. I used to live in one, at one point. But that was five years ago. A long one point ago. How long is one point? How is it measured? I lived in one for a little over three months and then I left and moved into a hotel.
I was the king of the castle finally. I had gone through with it all and come out victorious. It was the best feeling in the world. To scale those walls, topple the gaurds and take it all. It was mine, now all I had to do was keep it…
I have a castle in my head, it is just what I want and where I want it, not in my head but in my imagination. The place is high near some type of forest with great look outs where I can see for miles.
in the sky
far above my feet
bastion in my chest
beating heat within my mind
cold ash lay upon the false grave
the flame is not dead
bleary stars on the horizon
do not forget my name
The turrets were faint in the distance, however the mere sight of them brought joy to the hearts of the weary pilgrims. Just the sight in the distance gave them hope they would finish their journey.
Once upon a time I lived in a castle and there was a handsome man who loved me for who I was. We weren’t rich, but we were happy. how did we live in a castle? Well that, my friend is quite the tale. It all started a few years back…
Why does the word castle keep coming up? I wanted to write about something else. At first I was thinking about princesses, but now I’m thinking about white castle burgers and harold and kumar.. which is pretty unproductive of me considering I have econ work to do eh? Oh well castles are cool
Once upon a time, there was a psychotic critter that lived in a castle. He never came out, but hated it in there. “There’s not enough space in here to play,” he’d say, but he was too frightened to go out. He was in a pickle, I’d say.
when i think of castles i think of princesses and dungeons and dragons. pretty blonde hair and a knight in shinging aromore. hopefully he will get over the moat. maybe it is made of bricks or stones, maybe there are even alligators in teh water. but the castle stands strong in the woods amongst greeen trees and other forest beasts
Far away in a place where imagination runs wild and people live to frolic and fantasize. I dream of it. Up in the sky where someone resides… someone I have yet to meet. A castle. A dream. A love from far away.
This place was no castle–that was for sure, but it was home. And at the moment someone happened to be knocking at the door to his home rather loudly. Adrian stumbled out of bed, hobbling awkwardly on his robotic feet as he made his way to the door.
once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess. She would waste away in her lonely turret dreaming of her prince. But she knew that he would take too long to come. She would have to go out and find her own adventure–find him herself.
The castle is a building that was built by the middle age people during the war. It is very stable and can sustain huge amount of damage dealt by people or weapons. Castle is considered a luxury because of it’s size. The size of the castle is as big as 10 middle-age house and can fit up to 100 people or more.
Castle. that is my favorite murder mystery show. I often ask myself, “What would Becket do?” when I don’t know what to do. I guess that was obvious, but I am tired. I can’t think good words.
a castle is a grey structure used for defence in the middle ages. it is 5 times as tall as an average house and about 10 times as strong. castles were also used for festivals and war.
A castle is a building made up of strong materials such as rocks, bricks, cement and others. It is used in the Middle Age which is around 1000-2000 AC. This castle were used by templars to protect themselves from danger. A castle is much bigger than a house and can fit up to 100 people.
a castle is a tower in ancient times used to protect kings. kings eat food and a castle is made oout of stone. stone is a type of substance of something. i need to think! i cant type without thinking it ruins my mind. and way, knights and kings use castles as houses and protection. my head hurts… :P
When i was a little girl a castle meant that it was a fairy tale that everyone always lives happily ever after that there were beautiful clothes and beautiful dinners and of course a very handsome prince the princess would be beautiful, and be very nice, she would always help all of the needy people of the kingdom. the step mother was bad..but the princess would eventually bring out the best in her and everyone would always live happily ever after
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There was a castle by the sea.
What could such a thing house but me?
As I passed through the gate,
I was too late,
For such a castle was not for free.
A white horse, a prince, a castle. It was all she wanted and was it really too much to ask for?
She worked, hard, for everything she got. Just once she wanted to be able to put her feet up, smile, and relax. But time got money and she couldn’t afford to slow down.
This grimy, pathetic apartment would have to do for now.
When I thought back to what I had in Holding, I knew this place would be like a castle. Mother had told me about them; she said she’d read about them in a book when she’d been outside of Holding, before she had me. She told me they were big and stone; they held princesses and kept them safe. Somehow I just knew I wouldn’t be safe here – I wasn’t a princess, and not even this castle could protect me now.
He towered above me and wholly encompassed me, arms strong, legs solid, back a defensive wall, and in his entirety fully unshakable. I couldn’t feel the venom from the onslaught of poison-drenched arrows the day’s circumstances had fired at me. With him as my castle, I could always feel safe because, with him, I knew always was.
A castle is a large stone building perhapsmfrom many years ago to house royalty and to keep soldiersnsafe when fighting the enemy. Many are now tourist attractions
What I wouldn’t give to live in something akin to such a majestic building. A modern castle, if you will. A mansion. Something large and modern, something fun, with bubble chairs or chairs that look like giant Tic Tacs. One day, when I’m fabulously wealthy, that is what I will have.
He’s trapped in a castle and he has no memory of who he was or what he did. Despite his past, can he make himself better? Can he be her prince? Or will it be her who will fight his enemies? His demons?
Even though she knew her life was no longer in danger, Lia felt sad about returning to the castle, her home. Despite her feelings, she knew she had to return, if only to let her parents know she lived.
i want to build the walls of this castle so high that nobody can see in or out
so far that i’ll never have to worry about anyone breaking through
so tall that my only worry is not to look down
so big that i’ll be afraid to fall.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. No one understood that though she had everything, she was a very sad girl. When the rain would fall she would think of it as the heavens crying for her. She was a lonely girl, not just lonely but heart broken.
She didn’t live in a castle with heavy stone walls and stain-glass windows. She didn’t have servants who did her every bidding. No. Instead, she had a normal house, with wood and plaster walls and normal glass windows.
princess queen mystery lover romantic beauty vast love history cold lovely. anything can happen within its walls. whether it is ancient or new they hold a sense of wonder
protective building with knights and horses- princesses and dragons. Moats surrounding to keep out intruders. Draw bridge.
A princess lives in a far away land in the most stunning castle. The princess is stunnin as well. But she hates it. She hates the castle that feels more like a dungeon than a home. She hates her looks because it draws attention that she is more than uncomfortable accepting. She hates everything about the stunning castle.
a castle is a place from long ago, a lovely way of life…rough yet beautiful and meticulous, the people that lived in them lived entirely interesting lives and in glorious times..we live in direct contrast so much happening, but no one is really interested or involved, we need to rediscover the old.
The noble prince galloped up the mountainside for days on his trusty horse, finally arriving at the castle in which the fair maiden was trapped inside. The tallest tower, built of cobblestone bricks stood high above the ground, at the far right of the structure.
a giant distorted face. giant fat lips. teeth twisted into some sick smile. vision blurs. no air. panic. retreat to my underwater castle.
En el castillo abandonado, había nacido un árbol. Era casi tan viejo como el castillo y se sentía rey de él. Un rey solo, un rey triste. Un rey abandonado.
i’m glad that I don’t live in a castle. I think it would be cold and drafty and not much fun. on the otherhand, the view from one of the turrets or maybe all of them would be fabulous. i think id like to try it for a weekend maybe. but not in thew winter. summers only.
As the castle built, up towards the sky,
Reaching farther than I could ever dream,
Protecting only what told in stories,
Guarding, oh what, inside its think gray walls,
A perfect fortress to hide my heart.
<3, </3
The castle on the hill was expansive; a stone cold gray with leaning towers on one side and a mass of decay and greenery on the other. It was a spiritual build, highlighted against an ashen sky with little else surrounding its barren landscape and forgotten fields. What else was a forgotten girl to do in such a place other than to dream? To dream of coasts and rushing waters or grassy fields filled with the scent of air and blue sky and the soft cry of birds was her life then. A life she lived in secret in the castle on the hill.
THere was one in the sky at one point, or so I’ve heard. I used to live in one, at one point. But that was five years ago. A long one point ago. How long is one point? How is it measured? I lived in one for a little over three months and then I left and moved into a hotel.
I was the king of the castle finally. I had gone through with it all and come out victorious. It was the best feeling in the world. To scale those walls, topple the gaurds and take it all. It was mine, now all I had to do was keep it…
I have a castle in my head, it is just what I want and where I want it, not in my head but in my imagination. The place is high near some type of forest with great look outs where I can see for miles.
in the sky
far above my feet
bastion in my chest
beating heat within my mind
cold ash lay upon the false grave
the flame is not dead
bleary stars on the horizon
do not forget my name
The turrets were faint in the distance, however the mere sight of them brought joy to the hearts of the weary pilgrims. Just the sight in the distance gave them hope they would finish their journey.
Once upon a time I lived in a castle and there was a handsome man who loved me for who I was. We weren’t rich, but we were happy. how did we live in a castle? Well that, my friend is quite the tale. It all started a few years back…
Why does the word castle keep coming up? I wanted to write about something else. At first I was thinking about princesses, but now I’m thinking about white castle burgers and harold and kumar.. which is pretty unproductive of me considering I have econ work to do eh? Oh well castles are cool
Once upon a time, there was a psychotic critter that lived in a castle. He never came out, but hated it in there. “There’s not enough space in here to play,” he’d say, but he was too frightened to go out. He was in a pickle, I’d say.
she was held hostage
like a gift in reserve
behind a line defense of serfs.
a red moat behind
a viking boat advancing forth.
with bloodied axe in clutch
the damsel’s hand
is worth as such.
when i think of castles i think of princesses and dungeons and dragons. pretty blonde hair and a knight in shinging aromore. hopefully he will get over the moat. maybe it is made of bricks or stones, maybe there are even alligators in teh water. but the castle stands strong in the woods amongst greeen trees and other forest beasts
Far away in a place where imagination runs wild and people live to frolic and fantasize. I dream of it. Up in the sky where someone resides… someone I have yet to meet. A castle. A dream. A love from far away.
This place was no castle–that was for sure, but it was home. And at the moment someone happened to be knocking at the door to his home rather loudly. Adrian stumbled out of bed, hobbling awkwardly on his robotic feet as he made his way to the door.
once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess. She would waste away in her lonely turret dreaming of her prince. But she knew that he would take too long to come. She would have to go out and find her own adventure–find him herself.