once there was a medival knight named roger. he had a catapult that grew out of his yard. it was made from sinewy vines and rough branches and and was beautiful and dangerous at the same time. one day, the war began, and the king himself asked for the catapult. the knight refused, saying that the catapult was his wife. the king laughed and asked him nicely one more time. when roger refused again, the king sliced off his head and ordered his mean to unearth the catapult.
We cared little about the outcome. We lived in the present-for the past is seldom as we would have it and the future yet lies ahead. The Syncarian Catapult was all we had left, and although it would not turn the tides, our leader knew she must order its use.
We had one last tool available. The hard fact was that, even though our catapult would do some damage, it would not be enough. That said, me and the others cared little for the outcome, for the past is seldom as we would have it.
catapult rope, fling through the air, a Moorish bear, hair sizzling white, an arc to the right. barrel roll down to the mat. a fat cat. boring through the air unblemished by the light. here come the fatbear!
I never wanted to be a Pokemon trainer. I wasn’t one of those people who needed to be somebody; I didn’t need to prove myself. The world wasn’t mine to explore and see, its mysteries lain out for me to uncover. I was, honestly, quite content to stay in my small town and live my life out there without once battling a gym leader, or taking on the Elite Four. Even now, after the myriads of things I’ve done, I still think I would have been happy living without ever really living.
So no, this isn’t a story about the great, amazing trainer that rose up from nowhere and became the new Pokemon Champion. It isn’t a story about some passionate hero who took down Team Rocket, for the good of all of Johto.
No. This is quite simply and at its very core, a story about a trainer that was catapulted into a world he never wanted to be a part of, all for the sake of love. When all is said and done, this is just another love story.
flying in the air. seeing everything below you and feeling really big and important compared to this small world. having something to do with someone. feeling like you fit in. just being higher than everyone else. being known and not being made fun of or judged. not having to care what society thinks of you. but i could really go for some food right now im hungry. bye
Throwing away life, momentum swinging in one direction
Hearts beat as one, through the lines of destruction
Nothing is absolute
Only time will heal all wounds
She catapulted her emotions from one thing to the next, she displaced her anger from the man who raped her, onto herself and a new kind of torture began
The catapult threw her across the river, over the trees, and straight into the swimming pool inside the castle walls, just as calculated. Only when she started her descent did she notice the pool had been drained.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed in my head as I sailed through the air. I couldn’t really scream because the force was too great. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I fell off the bed.
Flinging a sheep
An angle so steep.
Drifting off
as you fall to sleep.
You never knew
how on earth they flew
then, a brainwave, seems like an assault
They used a catapult!
catapult. my heart was thrown witha a catapult. far away, where i couldnt see it. far away, for me to never have it back. i could miss it. it was a part of me. but there was something about the lack of it that made life more pure and real.
catapult. my heart was thrown witha a catapult. far away, where i couldnt see it. far away, for me to never have it back. i could miss it. it was a part of me. but there was something about the lack of it that made life more pure and real.
THWACK the hammer of the future falls sutures fall, losers cry et fall behind.
we sore. we fly, we left behind we soar? no more
catapulted forward,
we stare at the sun for where to go
I was hesitating, but I knew the idea of adventure was too tempting to resist. I wanted to catapult myself into the melee, be and do something different, something fun. I had massive concerns and second-thoughts packing their way deep into my head, but I was pushing them off as quickly as possible. It was time to step out of my comfort zone at long last.
And so Edward was punished for his betrayal of the king and was sentenced to Death by Catapult! They strapped him in and he said his last words “I regret nothing!” and the catapult flung him far into the distance.
THWACK the hammer of the future falls, sutures fall, losers cry, fall behind.
we sore. we fly, we left behind we soar? no more.
catapulted forward, we stare at the sun for where to go
The ferocity of flight took me by surprise, the catapult wasn’t supposed to actually work. It was a fiction our of delusional imagination – how can I be 160 ft above the ground? But I was, wind blowing in my hair, eyes tearing to keep the moisture of my eyeballs functioning as I saw the town pass below me.
It reminds me of the middle ages. A big wooden catapult that is meant to launch things into enemy territory. A ball of flames or some biological warfare perhaps.
With a groan of wood, the catapult swung the pumpkin towards the sky. Time almost slowed for the spectators as the pumpkin took flight and soared into the sky. It arched in the deep blue of the sky, until it landed with a smack and shattered on the ground hundreds of yards away.
you always said ‘you wanted to catapult away’
hard and fast through the atmosphere
above and beyond
all the weights, struggles and restraints
that being tied here brings
I couldn’t cut the rope
I’ll never let you go
She clenched her teeth and bounced on the heels of her feet. She had to make it, she had to. Gaining momentum as she ran, she catapulted over the pole, grinning as she landed steadily on her feet, and swelling with pride at the crowd that was now shouting her name.
At first, all I feel is the wind rushing in my hair. I have yet to open my eyes. When I do, I see stars rushing past, a galaxy or two. Just how far is this thing chucking me? I don’t really want to end up at the end of the universe, after all. Just far enough that I can’t see our solar system anymore. I look behind me, watching as the sun shrinks to a tiny point of light.
I look ahead, flying past a thousand galaxies, thinking that I can’t wait to see what’s out there.
She catapulted over the edge of the fence. her bare face was scratched and her shoes were torn, her feet bloody. It was no use; she’d never be able to outrun the police. The would take one look at her and know that she was the one who committed the murder.
She catapulted into the air as though she was as graceful as a bird. She flew with ease, grace and love. She loved been jilted from the trapeze it was her life’s dream to make everyone think she was the most amazing part of the show.
I wonder if catapults would be effective means of transport instad of cars and buses. You could avoid traffic and delays. How many catapults wuld you take to reach your office depends on how far your office is ang how powerful the catapults are.
Catapult me out of your bed and onto the street, where I begin to walk home, my boxers in my bag and a donut in my hand, a song on my lips, a heavy feeling in my heart. I know you’ll never love me.
whhhheeeeee!!!!!
flying through the air
uninhibited by my feet
flying through the air
ready to meet
whatever is on the other side
after I get there and land
SPLAT!!!!!
“This is not funny! Guys, seriously!”
Eli all but shrieked as his friends carried him across the field towards a catapult that they had bought a week ago. How did they even get a catapult?
One thing’s for sure, it’ll hurt like hell if they missed the thin mattress set up a bit further down.
Right into the very thick of things, out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. I was catapulted out of my old life, my old, stagnant way of being and the blur of new motion disoriented me.
it’s like a shooting star. don’t know why, don’t know how, but it is. it is thrown into the air like there is nothing to stop it until it all comes to a screeching halt and everyone stops and stares.
He practically catapulted himself over the furniture in his eagerness to greet me.
once there was a medival knight named roger. he had a catapult that grew out of his yard. it was made from sinewy vines and rough branches and and was beautiful and dangerous at the same time. one day, the war began, and the king himself asked for the catapult. the knight refused, saying that the catapult was his wife. the king laughed and asked him nicely one more time. when roger refused again, the king sliced off his head and ordered his mean to unearth the catapult.
We cared little about the outcome. We lived in the present-for the past is seldom as we would have it and the future yet lies ahead. The Syncarian Catapult was all we had left, and although it would not turn the tides, our leader knew she must order its use.
Into the sky, karma, will power and brute strength, beyond, unknown, conquest, power, rise and fall
We had one last tool available. The hard fact was that, even though our catapult would do some damage, it would not be enough. That said, me and the others cared little for the outcome, for the past is seldom as we would have it.
I want to see how far you’l throw me away. Throw me far and fast. Don’t look back.
catapult rope, fling through the air, a Moorish bear, hair sizzling white, an arc to the right. barrel roll down to the mat. a fat cat. boring through the air unblemished by the light. here come the fatbear!
I never wanted to be a Pokemon trainer. I wasn’t one of those people who needed to be somebody; I didn’t need to prove myself. The world wasn’t mine to explore and see, its mysteries lain out for me to uncover. I was, honestly, quite content to stay in my small town and live my life out there without once battling a gym leader, or taking on the Elite Four. Even now, after the myriads of things I’ve done, I still think I would have been happy living without ever really living.
So no, this isn’t a story about the great, amazing trainer that rose up from nowhere and became the new Pokemon Champion. It isn’t a story about some passionate hero who took down Team Rocket, for the good of all of Johto.
No. This is quite simply and at its very core, a story about a trainer that was catapulted into a world he never wanted to be a part of, all for the sake of love. When all is said and done, this is just another love story.
potatooes bread yarn flinging across a field pumpkins fall hicks red necks grass hats old people cranberry commerical ocean spray cats kittens monty
flying in the air. seeing everything below you and feeling really big and important compared to this small world. having something to do with someone. feeling like you fit in. just being higher than everyone else. being known and not being made fun of or judged. not having to care what society thinks of you. but i could really go for some food right now im hungry. bye
Throwing away life, momentum swinging in one direction
Hearts beat as one, through the lines of destruction
Nothing is absolute
Only time will heal all wounds
JO
She catapulted her emotions from one thing to the next, she displaced her anger from the man who raped her, onto herself and a new kind of torture began
The catapult threw her across the river, over the trees, and straight into the swimming pool inside the castle walls, just as calculated. Only when she started her descent did she notice the pool had been drained.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed in my head as I sailed through the air. I couldn’t really scream because the force was too great. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I fell off the bed.
Flinging a sheep
An angle so steep.
Drifting off
as you fall to sleep.
You never knew
how on earth they flew
then, a brainwave, seems like an assault
They used a catapult!
catapult. my heart was thrown witha a catapult. far away, where i couldnt see it. far away, for me to never have it back. i could miss it. it was a part of me. but there was something about the lack of it that made life more pure and real.
catapult. my heart was thrown witha a catapult. far away, where i couldnt see it. far away, for me to never have it back. i could miss it. it was a part of me. but there was something about the lack of it that made life more pure and real.
THWACK the hammer of the future falls sutures fall, losers cry et fall behind.
we sore. we fly, we left behind we soar? no more
catapulted forward,
we stare at the sun for where to go
I was hesitating, but I knew the idea of adventure was too tempting to resist. I wanted to catapult myself into the melee, be and do something different, something fun. I had massive concerns and second-thoughts packing their way deep into my head, but I was pushing them off as quickly as possible. It was time to step out of my comfort zone at long last.
And so Edward was punished for his betrayal of the king and was sentenced to Death by Catapult! They strapped him in and he said his last words “I regret nothing!” and the catapult flung him far into the distance.
flying flying
soaring away
pulling back struggling
then soaring carefree
crazily shooting
to enemy’s side
crushing its victim
a rock
a catapult
THWACK the hammer of the future falls, sutures fall, losers cry, fall behind.
we sore. we fly, we left behind we soar? no more.
catapulted forward, we stare at the sun for where to go
The ferocity of flight took me by surprise, the catapult wasn’t supposed to actually work. It was a fiction our of delusional imagination – how can I be 160 ft above the ground? But I was, wind blowing in my hair, eyes tearing to keep the moisture of my eyeballs functioning as I saw the town pass below me.
It reminds me of the middle ages. A big wooden catapult that is meant to launch things into enemy territory. A ball of flames or some biological warfare perhaps.
With a groan of wood, the catapult swung the pumpkin towards the sky. Time almost slowed for the spectators as the pumpkin took flight and soared into the sky. It arched in the deep blue of the sky, until it landed with a smack and shattered on the ground hundreds of yards away.
Send you wisdom.
Launch me away from fear. Help me to get over any obstacles. Catapult me over the great wall known as doubt.
you always said ‘you wanted to catapult away’
hard and fast through the atmosphere
above and beyond
all the weights, struggles and restraints
that being tied here brings
I couldn’t cut the rope
I’ll never let you go
She clenched her teeth and bounced on the heels of her feet. She had to make it, she had to. Gaining momentum as she ran, she catapulted over the pole, grinning as she landed steadily on her feet, and swelling with pride at the crowd that was now shouting her name.
At first, all I feel is the wind rushing in my hair. I have yet to open my eyes. When I do, I see stars rushing past, a galaxy or two. Just how far is this thing chucking me? I don’t really want to end up at the end of the universe, after all. Just far enough that I can’t see our solar system anymore. I look behind me, watching as the sun shrinks to a tiny point of light.
I look ahead, flying past a thousand galaxies, thinking that I can’t wait to see what’s out there.
She catapulted over the edge of the fence. her bare face was scratched and her shoes were torn, her feet bloody. It was no use; she’d never be able to outrun the police. The would take one look at her and know that she was the one who committed the murder.
She catapulted into the air as though she was as graceful as a bird. She flew with ease, grace and love. She loved been jilted from the trapeze it was her life’s dream to make everyone think she was the most amazing part of the show.
I wonder if catapults would be effective means of transport instad of cars and buses. You could avoid traffic and delays. How many catapults wuld you take to reach your office depends on how far your office is ang how powerful the catapults are.
An odd word. picture mid-evil battles and such. not much interesting to say about catapult. they throw things. they launch things. And such.
catapult
He catapulted across the room, and collapsed in a slovenly heap in the corner. No one paid much attention to him.
Catapult me out of your bed and onto the street, where I begin to walk home, my boxers in my bag and a donut in my hand, a song on my lips, a heavy feeling in my heart. I know you’ll never love me.
whhhheeeeee!!!!!
flying through the air
uninhibited by my feet
flying through the air
ready to meet
whatever is on the other side
after I get there and land
SPLAT!!!!!
“This is not funny! Guys, seriously!”
Eli all but shrieked as his friends carried him across the field towards a catapult that they had bought a week ago. How did they even get a catapult?
One thing’s for sure, it’ll hurt like hell if they missed the thin mattress set up a bit further down.
Right into the very thick of things, out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. I was catapulted out of my old life, my old, stagnant way of being and the blur of new motion disoriented me.
it’s like a shooting star. don’t know why, don’t know how, but it is. it is thrown into the air like there is nothing to stop it until it all comes to a screeching halt and everyone stops and stares.
what happened?
the star stops and the catapult shall be ashamed.
the star is gone.