The terrain was beautiful in it’s vastness. Deserted and cold it seemed welcoming and the most peaceful place in the world. If only I could live there forever. I could hear the sounds of the coyotes crying.
It was vast, rugged. Plains of salty white earth cracked underfoot, letting a fine dust of the stuff settle into their shoes and itch along the top of their skin. Their mouths were parched. It had been days, lost under the beating sun on the dry terrain. No water. Just salt.
I looked past the terrain and saw an old cottage. At last a chance of hope! I ran and almost tripped but I kept on running. I’ve been walking through this rugged terrain for days and just as I was about to give up, hope emerged. I stood in front of the door and prayed, “May God help me please.” I knocked the door and waited. No answer. I knocked again and yet no answer. Slowly I pushed open the door and walked into the house. What I thought to be my last hope turned out to be a nightmare. Blood everywhere but no bodies. “What happened here?” I said to myself. Little did I know Iwas about to know.
The terrain was alien, so foreign that it barely felt like earth beneath my feet and when I raised my nose to the air and inhaled, I was both surprised and not so to find I couldn’t identify even one of the scents that permeated the breeze.
“Myka? Myka, where are we?”
“I don’t know, Kimbra,” I smiled then, in what I hoped was a comforting way, and laid an open hand on my younger sisters’ shoulder. “But we’re going to find out,”
I never expected the terrain to be like this. I knew there would be climbing, damp weather, wind, storms, cold, and heat, but this… It never seems to end. The rock slides that send you cascading down the cliff tumbling until that last second you get a grip on some dangling root that gives you a lifeline to hold onto as you look down.
Oh, the dizzying nausea from peering down into the canyon below, my body shaking. The dark crevasse reminds me of a mouth, gaped open and hungry for a morsel to be dropped into it’s gullet and slowly digested. I know because I’m still here dangling, and my grip is starting to slip.
I was on an entirely new terrain. I wasn’t sure where to step or what to say. I had never been to this place before, never been in this situation with these feelings flying around inside of me. Time seemed to slow down and speed up all at the same time, and when he reached out and touched my face, I knew that I would be just fine on this terrain, I knew where to go from there.
I hate going home for Christmas. Nothing is the same. In that everything is the same.
The same stupid people.
The same foolish mentality.
The boring places.
With their boring faces.
Everything in the world is constantly changing.
But not here.
What I wouldn’t give to be a part of that. But I’m the piece that doesn’t fit.
All-terrain ATV on dead grass overlooking a beautiful sight, if she had even cared to look elsewhere besides the back of his tan neck, his white tee shirt a little wet with sweat, the mud splattered on his muscular calf, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it could happen.
The terrain here is treacherous and rocky. I know that I will stumble and fall many times before I pass through it. But that’s okay, because you will always be there to pick me up, dust me off, and set me on my way again. Monsters live in this terrain, but I’m not afraid because you hold my hand whenever they draw near, and as soon as they see you they run away screaming. The terrain here is treacherous and rocky, but with you by my side I could walk through it forever.
Playing sims 4 is so confusing i gave up. I’m not god. illogical. everything is complicated including video games which should be the easiest part of your day. I miss animal crossing. I miss Tim. Love love love.
is so difficult.
my back tire hits the curb.
why can’t we just all glide over each other in flying cars?
today we’ll emit into the atmosphere.
tomorrow we’ll zip line through it?
i wish.
Life has it’s ups and downs. I call them terrains. If you are not careful, you can fall into a low spot in your life, or you can watch every step and still trip from the bumps in life’s roads. You can try to level out the life terrains and walk across life’s path knowing you have prepared a plan to keep your step without having to focus each step. Life like a terrain can capture puddles of rainy days, and if you don’t clear out the rain, you will have a flood of emotions.
It was rough, like the desert. There were dead bushes strolling about, dancing across the dirt roads. All you could see was an empty landscape of death; nothing more, nothing less.
woods, and trees. Forests. Twilight. The black vampire tried to kill Bella. Edward save her! she’s too young to die. If i die young, burry me in satin. Time is running out i’m scared.
The terrain was crazy and i had no clue where I was going just that I needed to get somewhere soon or things were going to happen. Please help me its coming… Help please, PLEASE HELP!!!
This terrain is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life. The hills don’t roll, but rather sit perilously still. The sky is no longer a shaded blue, but rather a curious color that gives me a sense of loss. Not even the familiar feeling of wind stirring my hair.
I take another step up the mountain, planting m spiked shoe into the gravel and using my knee as an anchor to pull myself up. How did my girlfriend convince me this was a good idea to get some exercise? This was too much for my frail body to handle. I lost my balance and fell. The last thing I felt was the rock, scorching from the pounding sun, burning against my bruised forehead.
it was unfamiliar. a scent of sweet wildflowers and sweeter honeysuckle danced in the wind. the bright color of the rolling hills was astounding, dotted with blooming flowers contrast against the bright blue sky.
I take another step, planting my spiked boot into the ground and anchoring my knee to hoist myself up. How did she convince me to go hiking? This rugged terrain was just too much for my frail body to handle. I collapsed, and the last thing I could feel was the burning hot rock against my forehead.
When you were crossing half the known world to find me, did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn’t want to be found? That maybe all this terrestrial space I’ve erected between us, this dirt and ice, these glaciers and these moments of silence that stretch on as far as the terrain that still carries the weight of moments between us – this might all be because I wanted to escape from you. That maybe, this is over, even maybe never began.
I climb over the rocky terrain. This is my dream. This is what I want to do. To be out in nature, one with it, breathing in the oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide, a cycle. Me and the plants. We work together.
the terrain was long, green, freshly cut. It was fake grass, fake as in it had been applied to the earth in patches. It smelled raw, new, young.
Soon there would be a home, for us. Our home. It would take many months, a year or two even. I didn’t know exactly, but I was happy to know that it would be ours. our home.
The pioneer’s blood on my hands made it difficult to sleep. I dragged my fingers against the earth and envisioned the terrain surrounding me. I could hear, in the distance, a celebration.
The treacherous terrain can only be navigated with a compass pointing south.
Why south?
Because you happen to be in the north pole.
its cold and windy but the bears look nice
and the penguins look gleeful as they slide on the ice.
Snow cone time.
He eyed the terrain, seeing no hiding place. The target was far, but so was his base camp. A shrill whistle cut through the air, and the enemy started moving. The game was on!
I got up on the trembling terrain. In front of me the powerful rays of light were penetrating me with an invigorating force. It’s doors opened and I just stood there , frozen and blind.
I looked across the terrain and saw Roberto standing there alone. He looked sad. Sad and lonely. I knew I was part of the cause for that look. I couldn’t help it though; I couldn’t be seen with him anymore. If I was, then there would be some nasty consequences. I didn’t like nasty consequences.
It was rough, bumpy terrain but neither of them would have it any way. Sleeping was uncomfortable with only a few blankets to share between the two of them, but sleeping side by side wasn’t something they would ever give up. The weather was harsh and moving even a few more miles forward was harder than anything they had ever done before, but seeing how far they had gone together more than made up for it.
It was considerably rough terrain, and Arvey was already beginning to feel her energy slide away from her like fat off a bone. She dropped to one knee in order to redo the laces on her right boot, the wind brushing against her hair and causing a shudder to run down from her scalp to the tail end of her back. She watched as Mistress Kor stopped a few meters ahead of her, looking over the lip of the hill.
just another day. just another chair broken on the lawn. just another glass bottle shattered in the grass, impossible to find but just as painful with each step further out into the green. just another dream to be awoken from in a cold sweat in a dark basement. just another snap of her fingers and just another crack in his voice.
It’s scary terrain. I watch fellow actors cry on stage and I still wonder how they can do that… I’ve managed it every once in-a-while but I didn’t think of my dead grandmother or my dead dog to get there. It’s a scary ground to find a path… a “technique” to put yourself in a place of devastating tears. But I just watched this beautiful, young 15 year-old-boy tell an amazing story about his family; he talked about a car ride he took with his two mothers, he thought they were going to tell them their decision to get a divorce until one of his mothers said it was to drive in their family car for the remaining 15 miles before it had reached 1000. Together. He told it beautifully and I cried from happiness. Which made me realize something about crying on stage… this will sound strange. When I’m sad, I don’t cry. I don’t think of sad things and cry about them. But I just returned from the memorial of a high school classmate and I cried because I was scared. Of course it was sad and I felt so much for his family. But he was healthy, strong and happy and one night he went to sleep and simply never woke up. It scared me and I hadn’t cried so hard in a long time out of fear. I don’t cry when I’m sad, sad isn’t enough to break me down and make me cry. Stronger feelings such as fear or joy take me to a much more vulnerable place. I think I cry to flood my feelings out of my system to bring me back to earth for a fresh start. I know I’m well over a minute now but it only takes only one moment for a thought to appear…
All-terrain vehicles are a necessity in that line of work. But how do they always have one on hand? And why do the spies always know where the gun is hidden?
It was the first thing that I saw when I woke up. I didn’t think it was going to be that way, I needed more time, more money, more space, more love? Did I really need more love? Wasn’t it enough that she loved me?
The terrain was beautiful in it’s vastness. Deserted and cold it seemed welcoming and the most peaceful place in the world. If only I could live there forever. I could hear the sounds of the coyotes crying.
It was vast, rugged. Plains of salty white earth cracked underfoot, letting a fine dust of the stuff settle into their shoes and itch along the top of their skin. Their mouths were parched. It had been days, lost under the beating sun on the dry terrain. No water. Just salt.
I looked past the terrain and saw an old cottage. At last a chance of hope! I ran and almost tripped but I kept on running. I’ve been walking through this rugged terrain for days and just as I was about to give up, hope emerged. I stood in front of the door and prayed, “May God help me please.” I knocked the door and waited. No answer. I knocked again and yet no answer. Slowly I pushed open the door and walked into the house. What I thought to be my last hope turned out to be a nightmare. Blood everywhere but no bodies. “What happened here?” I said to myself. Little did I know Iwas about to know.
The terrain was alien, so foreign that it barely felt like earth beneath my feet and when I raised my nose to the air and inhaled, I was both surprised and not so to find I couldn’t identify even one of the scents that permeated the breeze.
“Myka? Myka, where are we?”
“I don’t know, Kimbra,” I smiled then, in what I hoped was a comforting way, and laid an open hand on my younger sisters’ shoulder. “But we’re going to find out,”
The sand beneath doesn’t glue itself to my skin, instead it lets my feet sink into its warmth, like a hug from the earth. I’m love with this land.
Like a desert with all of the sand sparkling thats where i live well not really. im more of a mountainish type person. you lnow? hiking is fun somet
The sand beneath me doesn’t stick to skin, instead it lets my feet sink into its warmth like a hug from the earth. I’m love with this land.
I never expected the terrain to be like this. I knew there would be climbing, damp weather, wind, storms, cold, and heat, but this… It never seems to end. The rock slides that send you cascading down the cliff tumbling until that last second you get a grip on some dangling root that gives you a lifeline to hold onto as you look down.
Oh, the dizzying nausea from peering down into the canyon below, my body shaking. The dark crevasse reminds me of a mouth, gaped open and hungry for a morsel to be dropped into it’s gullet and slowly digested. I know because I’m still here dangling, and my grip is starting to slip.
I was on an entirely new terrain. I wasn’t sure where to step or what to say. I had never been to this place before, never been in this situation with these feelings flying around inside of me. Time seemed to slow down and speed up all at the same time, and when he reached out and touched my face, I knew that I would be just fine on this terrain, I knew where to go from there.
I hate going home for Christmas. Nothing is the same. In that everything is the same.
The same stupid people.
The same foolish mentality.
The boring places.
With their boring faces.
Everything in the world is constantly changing.
But not here.
What I wouldn’t give to be a part of that. But I’m the piece that doesn’t fit.
All-terrain ATV on dead grass overlooking a beautiful sight, if she had even cared to look elsewhere besides the back of his tan neck, his white tee shirt a little wet with sweat, the mud splattered on his muscular calf, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it could happen.
a low moving stubborn cycle of the same thing slowly shaping into a spectrum of wonder over massive amounts of incomprehensible time.
The terrain here is treacherous and rocky. I know that I will stumble and fall many times before I pass through it. But that’s okay, because you will always be there to pick me up, dust me off, and set me on my way again. Monsters live in this terrain, but I’m not afraid because you hold my hand whenever they draw near, and as soon as they see you they run away screaming. The terrain here is treacherous and rocky, but with you by my side I could walk through it forever.
Playing sims 4 is so confusing i gave up. I’m not god. illogical. everything is complicated including video games which should be the easiest part of your day. I miss animal crossing. I miss Tim. Love love love.
is so difficult.
my back tire hits the curb.
why can’t we just all glide over each other in flying cars?
today we’ll emit into the atmosphere.
tomorrow we’ll zip line through it?
i wish.
Life has it’s ups and downs. I call them terrains. If you are not careful, you can fall into a low spot in your life, or you can watch every step and still trip from the bumps in life’s roads. You can try to level out the life terrains and walk across life’s path knowing you have prepared a plan to keep your step without having to focus each step. Life like a terrain can capture puddles of rainy days, and if you don’t clear out the rain, you will have a flood of emotions.
I have seen and traveled some of the worlds most rugged terrain. I am an adventurer.
what the hell was he supposed to do? just run? run from everything that he has ever know… He did try and through the terrain he tripped and stumbled.
It was rough, like the desert. There were dead bushes strolling about, dancing across the dirt roads. All you could see was an empty landscape of death; nothing more, nothing less.
Rocks in my shoes and I feel them all the way to my back. Walking forever here.
woods, and trees. Forests. Twilight. The black vampire tried to kill Bella. Edward save her! she’s too young to die. If i die young, burry me in satin. Time is running out i’m scared.
The terrain was crazy and i had no clue where I was going just that I needed to get somewhere soon or things were going to happen. Please help me its coming… Help please, PLEASE HELP!!!
This terrain is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life. The hills don’t roll, but rather sit perilously still. The sky is no longer a shaded blue, but rather a curious color that gives me a sense of loss. Not even the familiar feeling of wind stirring my hair.
I take another step up the mountain, planting m spiked shoe into the gravel and using my knee as an anchor to pull myself up. How did my girlfriend convince me this was a good idea to get some exercise? This was too much for my frail body to handle. I lost my balance and fell. The last thing I felt was the rock, scorching from the pounding sun, burning against my bruised forehead.
it was unfamiliar. a scent of sweet wildflowers and sweeter honeysuckle danced in the wind. the bright color of the rolling hills was astounding, dotted with blooming flowers contrast against the bright blue sky.
I take another step, planting my spiked boot into the ground and anchoring my knee to hoist myself up. How did she convince me to go hiking? This rugged terrain was just too much for my frail body to handle. I collapsed, and the last thing I could feel was the burning hot rock against my forehead.
When you were crossing half the known world to find me, did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn’t want to be found? That maybe all this terrestrial space I’ve erected between us, this dirt and ice, these glaciers and these moments of silence that stretch on as far as the terrain that still carries the weight of moments between us – this might all be because I wanted to escape from you. That maybe, this is over, even maybe never began.
I climb over the rocky terrain. This is my dream. This is what I want to do. To be out in nature, one with it, breathing in the oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide, a cycle. Me and the plants. We work together.
the terrain was long, green, freshly cut. It was fake grass, fake as in it had been applied to the earth in patches. It smelled raw, new, young.
Soon there would be a home, for us. Our home. It would take many months, a year or two even. I didn’t know exactly, but I was happy to know that it would be ours. our home.
The pioneer’s blood on my hands made it difficult to sleep. I dragged my fingers against the earth and envisioned the terrain surrounding me. I could hear, in the distance, a celebration.
The treacherous terrain can only be navigated with a compass pointing south.
Why south?
Because you happen to be in the north pole.
its cold and windy but the bears look nice
and the penguins look gleeful as they slide on the ice.
Snow cone time.
He eyed the terrain, seeing no hiding place. The target was far, but so was his base camp. A shrill whistle cut through the air, and the enemy started moving. The game was on!
I got up on the trembling terrain. In front of me the powerful rays of light were penetrating me with an invigorating force. It’s doors opened and I just stood there , frozen and blind.
I looked across the terrain and saw Roberto standing there alone. He looked sad. Sad and lonely. I knew I was part of the cause for that look. I couldn’t help it though; I couldn’t be seen with him anymore. If I was, then there would be some nasty consequences. I didn’t like nasty consequences.
It was rough, bumpy terrain but neither of them would have it any way. Sleeping was uncomfortable with only a few blankets to share between the two of them, but sleeping side by side wasn’t something they would ever give up. The weather was harsh and moving even a few more miles forward was harder than anything they had ever done before, but seeing how far they had gone together more than made up for it.
It was considerably rough terrain, and Arvey was already beginning to feel her energy slide away from her like fat off a bone. She dropped to one knee in order to redo the laces on her right boot, the wind brushing against her hair and causing a shudder to run down from her scalp to the tail end of her back. She watched as Mistress Kor stopped a few meters ahead of her, looking over the lip of the hill.
just another day. just another chair broken on the lawn. just another glass bottle shattered in the grass, impossible to find but just as painful with each step further out into the green. just another dream to be awoken from in a cold sweat in a dark basement. just another snap of her fingers and just another crack in his voice.
It’s scary terrain. I watch fellow actors cry on stage and I still wonder how they can do that… I’ve managed it every once in-a-while but I didn’t think of my dead grandmother or my dead dog to get there. It’s a scary ground to find a path… a “technique” to put yourself in a place of devastating tears. But I just watched this beautiful, young 15 year-old-boy tell an amazing story about his family; he talked about a car ride he took with his two mothers, he thought they were going to tell them their decision to get a divorce until one of his mothers said it was to drive in their family car for the remaining 15 miles before it had reached 1000. Together. He told it beautifully and I cried from happiness. Which made me realize something about crying on stage… this will sound strange. When I’m sad, I don’t cry. I don’t think of sad things and cry about them. But I just returned from the memorial of a high school classmate and I cried because I was scared. Of course it was sad and I felt so much for his family. But he was healthy, strong and happy and one night he went to sleep and simply never woke up. It scared me and I hadn’t cried so hard in a long time out of fear. I don’t cry when I’m sad, sad isn’t enough to break me down and make me cry. Stronger feelings such as fear or joy take me to a much more vulnerable place. I think I cry to flood my feelings out of my system to bring me back to earth for a fresh start. I know I’m well over a minute now but it only takes only one moment for a thought to appear…
All-terrain vehicles are a necessity in that line of work. But how do they always have one on hand? And why do the spies always know where the gun is hidden?
It was the first thing that I saw when I woke up. I didn’t think it was going to be that way, I needed more time, more money, more space, more love? Did I really need more love? Wasn’t it enough that she loved me?