Poking straws not for sipping. An alarm clock built in. The winds are visible and the air is scratchy. Detangling rope and the wings of birds crawl across the day.
The hut was a simple thing. A home built of wood and mud but yet it was more than that. It was a home, a place where people had lived and memories had been made. It’s walls had felt much in their life. But the hut was slowly being destroyed by the world around it.
This little grass hut protects me from storms. It keeps me warm. It may not be worth the same amount as your million dollar mansion, but mine has more love inside, and I bet I have more sex than you do too.
indians live in it. if you put n in it it spells hunt and hunting is fun cause indians use to do it…when they needed food. males mostly would hunt and the females would take care of the hut
there once was a hut were i used to live, it was small in size for our big family. We lived out on the desert near the nearest water vein. It was a nice quite place, no one would bother us there. We should of stayed
a place where natives live, they build them many ways, mud, mortar, thatch roofs, slate roofs, and the likes… i think of a naked to the waist mother, nursing her child sitting outside in the dirt, bare feet cross legged, surrounded by several of the same
i live in a hut. nothing else just a hut. there is nothing but me & my mut. living in this hut. & the thing about it is there is no door to shut on this hut
Think about living in a hut. How brutal. How violent. How depressing. How simple. Not being able to have the luxuries of life at the palm of your hand. Having to work for everything. But at least you’ll be independent. The upside.
Hut. It’s a small place. Often I think of it as filled with poverty, dirt, and the smell of the kitchen fire’s smoke that wafted through the dark room. It seems cold and lonely. But often, I see this hut with a kind, weather-worn, life-line-filled woman, holding a broom
She woke up and found herself in a dream. Rubbing her blurry eyes and clutching the unknown sheets in her hand , she realized she was in an inclosed space of her imagination, a small hut of reality.
Inside the hut, things were a mess. You try keeping things organized when your hut has chicken legs! It’s worse than a boat or an RV. Everything, everywhere. There isn’t enough two-stage epoxy in the world to keep it all straight.
I lived in a hut on the beach down south, then I moved to hawaii and lived in another hut. After flying to africa I seen a lot of people that lived in huts.
Then went to pizz hut.
running to the hut, straw cap like a little sun visor, keeping away the rays but not the heat. Or does it? I’m not sure, I’ve never been in one. At least not a beach hut. Beach huts look like so much fun! I would love to spend the night in a beach hut.
sometimes, I feel like I live in a hut and not a home. a small, lonely house with fragile walls that threaten to fall in on me…
But I never do anything to help the walls stay up. I guess its my own fault…
i live in a hut.no i dont, that is not ture….i only camped out in a hut once, actually that once and the once are a bit redudndant aren’t they? um…im supposed to be writing a scene arn’t i? ok, so theres these two dudes living in a hut in their backyard WHAT NO TIME?
a big beach with a beautiful sky and rolling low waves coming in. Palm trees and there is a steady breeze blowing in from the ocean. There is a small vegetated mountain on the far end of the beach and you feel you want to
If I lived in a hut I’d feel like I was on Gilligan’s island. Since my first name is Ginger I guess it wouldn’t be so bad – though I am no movie star. A hut sounds cute and very peaceful, but I think I’d go crazy without all the stuff that I claim makes me crazy in my life now – like technology and anything electronic.
and she sat down next to him in what is so small that it could only be described as a hut. he put his hand on his shoulder and pushed so lightly that his force of moving her really seemed to be her own. she hit the floor with the softest of control and he leaned down beside her with the same slow, steady movement. he closed his eyes, touched her cheek, and left a soft kiss where his hand had been.
Poking straws not for sipping. An alarm clock built in. The winds are visible and the air is scratchy. Detangling rope and the wings of birds crawl across the day.
By Andre P on 12.18.2009
The hut was a simple thing. A home built of wood and mud but yet it was more than that. It was a home, a place where people had lived and memories had been made. It’s walls had felt much in their life. But the hut was slowly being destroyed by the world around it.
By Ash on 12.18.2009
hut. fire. woods, people, water, fun. alcohol. snow. bathing suits and laughing. drunken lullabies and adventures. friendships. memories, nostalgia, happiness, enjoyment. life.
By tere on 12.18.2009
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By s on 12.18.2009
he came into the forest only to find a tangle of twigs supporting her safety.
this was home.
By kaitlyn. on 12.18.2009
This little grass hut protects me from storms. It keeps me warm. It may not be worth the same amount as your million dollar mansion, but mine has more love inside, and I bet I have more sex than you do too.
By Ha ha on 12.18.2009
indians live in it. if you put n in it it spells hunt and hunting is fun cause indians use to do it…when they needed food. males mostly would hunt and the females would take care of the hut
By ashley=] on 12.18.2009
there once was a hut were i used to live, it was small in size for our big family. We lived out on the desert near the nearest water vein. It was a nice quite place, no one would bother us there. We should of stayed
By steven on 12.18.2009
dirty kinky sex. pizza hut. yummy yummy food. indians. exotic, erratic. Dumb…lame. snap, crackle, pop. Straw, sticks, brick. Three little piggys…
By Emily on 12.18.2009
a place where natives live, they build them many ways, mud, mortar, thatch roofs, slate roofs, and the likes… i think of a naked to the waist mother, nursing her child sitting outside in the dirt, bare feet cross legged, surrounded by several of the same
By wantsomecookies@hotmail.com on 12.18.2009
this has been over and over now. I don’t want to write about a hut. This…is done.
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
i live in a hut. nothing else just a hut. there is nothing but me & my mut. living in this hut. & the thing about it is there is no door to shut on this hut
By ariana b. on 12.18.2009
I better get credit for whatever I write, punk bitches.
By Ethnic Avenue.com on 12.18.2009
house. dirty. rickety. straw. home. island.
By kk on 12.18.2009
Think about living in a hut. How brutal. How violent. How depressing. How simple. Not being able to have the luxuries of life at the palm of your hand. Having to work for everything. But at least you’ll be independent. The upside.
By Ramen on 12.18.2009
Hut. It’s a small place. Often I think of it as filled with poverty, dirt, and the smell of the kitchen fire’s smoke that wafted through the dark room. It seems cold and lonely. But often, I see this hut with a kind, weather-worn, life-line-filled woman, holding a broom
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
She woke up and found herself in a dream. Rubbing her blurry eyes and clutching the unknown sheets in her hand , she realized she was in an inclosed space of her imagination, a small hut of reality.
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
its a hut with flowers on the fooftop that twinkle like your icy blues. i live in the hit. your mom is a hut.
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
The hit was old tarnished and had a broke window its windows seemed to cry out in pain slashing the passerby’s into peices. I t cried of neglect ans
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
The moon hut is calling me….I’ll go there to find solace and peaceful contemplations.
By lisa on 12.18.2009
The rain crashed down on the thatched roof. I could see over the walls to the rooms next door. We were soaked in noise.
By r.a. on 12.18.2009
Inside the hut, things were a mess. You try keeping things organized when your hut has chicken legs! It’s worse than a boat or an RV. Everything, everywhere. There isn’t enough two-stage epoxy in the world to keep it all straight.
By Mel on 12.18.2009
I’ve always wanted to stay the night in a hut. Hut also reminds me of pizza hut. Pizza hut is an okay restaurant. I just ate there tonight for dinner.
I imagine there are lots of huts in Hawaii. I’m curious as to what happens at the end of this 60 seconds.
By Liz on 12.18.2009
I lived in a hut on the beach down south, then I moved to hawaii and lived in another hut. After flying to africa I seen a lot of people that lived in huts.
Then went to pizz hut.
By John David on 12.18.2009
JABBA THE HUT IS FROM STAR WAR PIZZA THE HUT SPAE BALLS, PIZZA HUT FOOD, MUD HUT AFGHANI HOUSE, HUT, THE FOOTBALL, HUT ISA NUT MO FUCK
By DAN on 12.18.2009
in a pizza hut
best pizza ever
cheese slides off the dough like it’s
cardboard
this isnt a rap though it feels like one
By zoeynothats nto me on 12.18.2009
running to the hut, straw cap like a little sun visor, keeping away the rays but not the heat. Or does it? I’m not sure, I’ve never been in one. At least not a beach hut. Beach huts look like so much fun! I would love to spend the night in a beach hut.
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By Veryboy on 12.18.2009
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By sicka on 12.18.2009
i dont have any idea of the meaning of the word hut.. i think that is something you can wear
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
sometimes, I feel like I live in a hut and not a home. a small, lonely house with fragile walls that threaten to fall in on me…
But I never do anything to help the walls stay up. I guess its my own fault…
By homeless. on 12.18.2009
i live in a hut.no i dont, that is not ture….i only camped out in a hut once, actually that once and the once are a bit redudndant aren’t they? um…im supposed to be writing a scene arn’t i? ok, so theres these two dudes living in a hut in their backyard WHAT NO TIME?
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
At the beach on Christmas eve, wow, that’s going to be something.
By geekMeetsGod on 12.18.2009
a big beach with a beautiful sky and rolling low waves coming in. Palm trees and there is a steady breeze blowing in from the ocean. There is a small vegetated mountain on the far end of the beach and you feel you want to
By randy shannon on 12.18.2009
If I lived in a hut I’d feel like I was on Gilligan’s island. Since my first name is Ginger I guess it wouldn’t be so bad – though I am no movie star. A hut sounds cute and very peaceful, but I think I’d go crazy without all the stuff that I claim makes me crazy in my life now – like technology and anything electronic.
By michelle@moxiemomma.com on 12.18.2009
one world
By Anonymous on 12.18.2009
HUT, THE home of huNters
By lilz on 12.18.2009
This reminds me of Gilligans Island :)
By Mary, CT USA on 12.18.2009
I hate this word
By mistresseli on 12.18.2009
and she sat down next to him in what is so small that it could only be described as a hut. he put his hand on his shoulder and pushed so lightly that his force of moving her really seemed to be her own. she hit the floor with the softest of control and he leaned down beside her with the same slow, steady movement. he closed his eyes, touched her cheek, and left a soft kiss where his hand had been.
By Teri MIchelle on 12.18.2009