under my bed is a monster i dont know why but there is under my skin im just me im the real me bones and flesh and thats what the people want to see about me as long
underneath the table was a cat eating its dinner. It was eating milk and cheese when a mouse ran past. The cat darted out from underneath the table and began to chase the mouse up the hallway. It ran and ran but the mouse ran into a mouse hole in the wall. The cat
Keeping going. Dive deeper. Hold your breath.
Under waves. Time is still. You feel the pressure.
Resurface. Deep breaths. Dive under.
Again.
Again.
Again.
She is under the sofa, i am under the roof. Actually we are always under something, wheter its the sofa or the roof, we are always beneath something. If we are outside we are under the sky or the sun.
He sat under the bridge waiting for the next vitim to come walking over. The bones from the last man on his way home from work still sitting red with blood at his feet; he just ate, yet he was still hungry. Yes. He was always hungry now.
Under the cover of darkness, she cryed. The stars twinkled softly, slowly moving across the sky were the only indication of time moving forward. She was trapped in her world of sorrow and grief, and nothing would be able to pull her out of it for a while….
under the bed is where my deepest and darkest secrets lie and there is where they hide and dont bother people, all they bother is me. They bother me and i dont understand why or how or anything because all they do is hide under the bed and its scary as fuck.
Under the covers, young Billy aimed his flashlight to his favorite picture book, On Mars. He flipped through the pages, just looking at the pictures. No need to read the words, when you’ve memorized the words.
Just under the surface as she flails her arms and legs. She sees the sun peeking its rays through the water. She slightly smiles and goes crashing through the surface of greenish blue water.
The grumpy bridge troll liked to present riddles to everyone who passed under the bridge unlike the trolls in many other stories who presented riddles to people who crossed over the bridge
I am under a spell writing about the the whole idea of the word under. Being under can be more positive than being over because it is motivation that drives people to do amazing things. “When you fall eventually you will get back up.” Is that how the quote goes? Oh well, not important as long as the idea is UNDERstood.
to saddle a horse the proper way, you must make sure the girth strap fits tight and snug under the horse’s belly, so that you may cinch it like a belt. :), unless you want to fall off and possibly do perminent damage to yourself…
to saddle a horse the proper way, you must make sure the girth strap fits tight and snug under the horse’s belly, so that you may cinch it like a belt. :)
The bullets came fast and thick, so close to each other. Robin reloaded his Colt and crawled under the car to take better at Guy. Reckless, sure, but it had to be worth it. It had to be it. With John covering him, he knew he would have one shot…..
She took a deep gulp of air and dove under the water. It was frigid and the salt stung her eyes. Frantically, she looked around. Where had he gone? Before, they had been standing on the ships deck, when suddenly he jumped.
Undertow, in the current of the waves. Through the dark brine I couldn’t hear a sound. The force of water was bounding off my entire body… clutching tighter and tighter until the water dragged me down to the seemingly endless bottom.
under my bed there are creatures and know one knows how to capture them so they sit and they scare all those that seek to enter the bed above. Perhaps my father has placed them there
i realized that my bank of fucks was nearly empty, and the silence around me, within me, didn’t affect me anymore. i was becoming hollow and blank. i was slowly turning numb, going under.
i can`t breath. the water just keeps rising. the room will be full soon and nobody cares. they just stand at the top and look down. it`s like a tank a huge designer tank and im the fish. under water. the only thing is.. i can1t breathe. i don1t have any way to breathe and the air s all my lungs scream for. i need to be above.
It is crucial to look under surfaces to find the real meaning.
Today in wet snow, I sense the meaning, winter is overtaking our lives, kids,
get with the program. Arm yourselves with books, music and exercise tapes.
Prepare to hibernate and emerge a revitalized soul!
what lies under is not always to be seen.
it’s to be hidden and not revealed.
it’s what you keep, treasure and hold onto sometimes.
under is safer. like the bed sheets where you fall asleep every night.
under my bed is a monster i dont know why but there is under my skin im just me im the real me bones and flesh and thats what the people want to see about me as long
underneath the table was a cat eating its dinner. It was eating milk and cheese when a mouse ran past. The cat darted out from underneath the table and began to chase the mouse up the hallway. It ran and ran but the mouse ran into a mouse hole in the wall. The cat
Wait. just wait a moment. I’ve got under a minute and a half to write this thing? How do you expect me to get it done
Keeping going. Dive deeper. Hold your breath.
Under waves. Time is still. You feel the pressure.
Resurface. Deep breaths. Dive under.
Again.
Again.
Again.
She is under the sofa, i am under the roof. Actually we are always under something, wheter its the sofa or the roof, we are always beneath something. If we are outside we are under the sky or the sun.
under the C
would be a D
if B were over, see?
He sat under the bridge waiting for the next vitim to come walking over. The bones from the last man on his way home from work still sitting red with blood at his feet; he just ate, yet he was still hungry. Yes. He was always hungry now.
Under the cover of darkness, she cryed. The stars twinkled softly, slowly moving across the sky were the only indication of time moving forward. She was trapped in her world of sorrow and grief, and nothing would be able to pull her out of it for a while….
under the bed is where my deepest and darkest secrets lie and there is where they hide and dont bother people, all they bother is me. They bother me and i dont understand why or how or anything because all they do is hide under the bed and its scary as fuck.
Under the covers, young Billy aimed his flashlight to his favorite picture book, On Mars. He flipped through the pages, just looking at the pictures. No need to read the words, when you’ve memorized the words.
A cranky old troll lives under the old weak bridge…
I love that grumpy old troll that lives under the bridge!!:)
Just under the surface as she flails her arms and legs. She sees the sun peeking its rays through the water. She slightly smiles and goes crashing through the surface of greenish blue water.
under the deep blue sea, my whale lives all alone. he wishes someone will move under the deep blue sea, because he is as lonely as can be!!!!!!:(
The grumpy bridge troll liked to present riddles to everyone who passed under the bridge unlike the trolls in many other stories who presented riddles to people who crossed over the bridge
I am under a spell writing about the the whole idea of the word under. Being under can be more positive than being over because it is motivation that drives people to do amazing things. “When you fall eventually you will get back up.” Is that how the quote goes? Oh well, not important as long as the idea is UNDERstood.
Sometimes i go under the water when i swim=D Hahaha ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I looked under the bridge and saw nothing….
Under the bridge I go,
to explore the unknown.
What to seek is undetermined,
but soon that treasure shall be mine.
i never want to e under a chair or a table.
One day i was under a tree doing nothing and thats the end. = ) = )= )
No escape … He was trapped under ground forever …..
Under my bed is a huge mess. My step-sister always shoves trash under there! It’s gross!
Im here!!!
Where?!?!
Below you!
What? (looks below)
Look to your right!
Oh I found you!
Under my covers, feer shows its ugly face making me quiver in an uncompfortable place
under the bed
He was down below the ground. He was deeper than the Earth’s core. He was under all civilization. He was under the universe. He was just under.
Below and forever looking up. Up our gazes are turned and wonder if anyone, anything is looking down, trying to meet our gaze.
to saddle a horse the proper way, you must make sure the girth strap fits tight and snug under the horse’s belly, so that you may cinch it like a belt. :), unless you want to fall off and possibly do perminent damage to yourself…
to saddle a horse the proper way, you must make sure the girth strap fits tight and snug under the horse’s belly, so that you may cinch it like a belt. :)
The bullets came fast and thick, so close to each other. Robin reloaded his Colt and crawled under the car to take better at Guy. Reckless, sure, but it had to be worth it. It had to be it. With John covering him, he knew he would have one shot…..
She took a deep gulp of air and dove under the water. It was frigid and the salt stung her eyes. Frantically, she looked around. Where had he gone? Before, they had been standing on the ships deck, when suddenly he jumped.
Undertow, in the current of the waves. Through the dark brine I couldn’t hear a sound. The force of water was bounding off my entire body… clutching tighter and tighter until the water dragged me down to the seemingly endless bottom.
under my bed there are creatures and know one knows how to capture them so they sit and they scare all those that seek to enter the bed above. Perhaps my father has placed them there
i realized that my bank of fucks was nearly empty, and the silence around me, within me, didn’t affect me anymore. i was becoming hollow and blank. i was slowly turning numb, going under.
i can`t breath. the water just keeps rising. the room will be full soon and nobody cares. they just stand at the top and look down. it`s like a tank a huge designer tank and im the fish. under water. the only thing is.. i can1t breathe. i don1t have any way to breathe and the air s all my lungs scream for. i need to be above.
under the willow
outside apon the stars
a little girl sits wondering
what goes beyond mars
under the willow
the little girl will sit
alone and left to wonder
what is beyond this gift?
It is crucial to look under surfaces to find the real meaning.
Today in wet snow, I sense the meaning, winter is overtaking our lives, kids,
get with the program. Arm yourselves with books, music and exercise tapes.
Prepare to hibernate and emerge a revitalized soul!
what lies under is not always to be seen.
it’s to be hidden and not revealed.
it’s what you keep, treasure and hold onto sometimes.
under is safer. like the bed sheets where you fall asleep every night.
“We’re under water” Jim said to Susan. “No, not flooded… it’s too dry in December for that.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We owe more on our house than it’s worth on the market,” he said simply. “We need to do something about it.”
They looked at each other, and knew what they were going to do…