bellow

January 16th, 2012 | 201 Entries

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  1. The elephant gave out one last exhausting bellow and fell to the ground. It was tired and weak from its long journey.

    Muddypawprints
  2. “NEVER!” he bellowed. Caesar stepped back, and Mark glared at the older man, who actually looked startled. “Listen to me, Caesar, for once! I will NEVER give up on her! Ever!”
    “I’m just saying that she could be the one,” growled Caesar.
    “She’s not the one,” murmured Mark. They glared at each other for several moments before Caesar turned and walked away. Mark stared after him, wishing that he could just bellow again to make their leader believe him.

  3. The bellow I hear as he is calling my name reminds me of my younger days. The echo the bellow such sweet sounds to my ears.

  4. there was a sound
    high pitched
    and afraid
    between the shear laughter
    and dying rain

    there was only
    the consentaneous wall
    displaying
    for the world to see
    the innate attractiveness of such words

    as she stepped past him
    as he walked past her
    as they went to work
    as she left home
    as he stopped to check his watch
    as they rode the bus
    they were oblivious,
    eating charlotte russ,
    to something that was meant to be conspicuous

    they never heard
    the tears,
    melon yellow,
    the rum of whispers and talk
    reminding me of Othello
    he vanquished the thoughts
    of her
    and she, the sight
    musing over naive lives of idiotic people
    straining to hear the papparazzi
    the joy
    and the wonders of good bye

    never
    caring enough to
    listen, yet to hear
    the bellow
    of sorrow

    within their souls

  5. She heard the cow bellow far down in the meadow. She climbed the fence and ran as fast as her legs allowed, searching to find her. She found her by the creek, and helped her bring a beautiful calf into the world. I

  6. BELLOW BELLOW BELLOW When people bellow, they scare me. If feels as if they are out of control. My dad used to bellow and I never wanted to be a parent who bellowed. It happened sometimes anyway .

    J O'Neill
  7. The definition of bellow is, “To utter in a loud deep voice”. Not to be confused with ‘below’ which means something under like, that book is below the table. Bellow is an action, below is a state of being.

    Damaris
  8. the deep bellow resonated through the woods striking a chord of dissonance in every being within in miles, every being including the trees. you could feel it in the ground as anything that had legs or wings or fins fleed in an instant and it felt like the earth would split. i was shaking and sweating, my mind raced in delirium, with adrenaline. i had never known this kind of fear, never would’ve imagined it humanly possible. i was nearly mad with it. my legs threatened to buckle, my lungs to give out, my vision to blacken and heart stop on the spot. but something kept my consciousness from giving in, some buried and hidden will that refused to give up. though, i knew i was surely at my demise. and i didn’t care. it would’ve been comforting, peaceful, blissful to simply lay down and succumb to the wild panic, to let it consume me with abandon.
    but how fun would that’ve been?!
    what would i have missed? what heroic and noble acts, or brave and bold desires would’ve been destroyed as that thing came speeding after me faster than the mind could process?
    no, i would fight and show it what incredible forces were stirring within me until it knew, until it knew exactly what it had awakened in me. i would hold out until it understood the forces to which it so recklessly submitted its victims. until it saw what truly death was. if it had to bare it from my unshakable eyes as i followed the inevitable into eternity. i would take it with me.

  9. love is a bellow beneath my ribcage, too tight and too hollow, perhaps a rumble i cannot ignore for the life of me. who is it calling? you? me? life? the man i just kissed goodbye or the future i have not seen yet? too many questions i cannot hear over the sound of my own desire aching and caving within me. let it roar.

    Ariana
  10. Bellow the surface lies, what nobody expects. Every beeing has a side that everyone can see and one that is hidden in all shadows of the world. Nothing is clear from the beginning, you have to dig, find, and work for seeing everything that lies bellow.

  11. I once heard a mellow fellow bellow loudly down a long thin hall…it startled everyone in the room.

    paulie aragon
  12. What’s below … Hell or perhaps just another floor. Six feet underground they lay there waiting to be eaten. But even if this is another floor, there must be something below the lifeless ones. Perhaps that’s the place where hell begins.

  13. Wenn du nach unten gehst, wird es immer dunkler. Der Keller atmet kühle Feuchte aus und du spürst es. Du spürst, was hier geschehen ist und du hast keine Worte dafür, denn niemand hat sie dir gegeben. Deine Vorfahren haben ihre eigenen Worte hier vergraben, auf dass sie das finstere Verließ nie, nie, nie verlassen mögen.

  14. saül rogeait
    un brise
    bois et beau

  15. The silver rainbow bellows out gold; like a pale track in the wind it leads me to the sun, ever-shining through the distant fog where the ancient mountain resides beneath the core of mother Earth. See to it that you are there for me when I get there—the journey will be long and full of turmoils—because one misstep may leave you tumbling into the depths of the abysmal tundra of the man-eaters.

    FREEHAZE
  16. Grandpa, will you bellow for me? Bellow like a bear with a mouth full of stars? Bellow like there is a mountain range in your head? Bellow the sky pouring mud? Bellow rockslides and hurricanes, bellow as if you’ve stubbed the toe of the entire planet earth? O grandpa, will you bellow until I can hear you in my dreams?

  17. bellow. embarrassing. 1. how many times i’ve misspelled embarrassing today. 2. I just responded to this as if the word were below, not bellow. When’s the last time I bellowed? It’s been a while. I don’t look forward to it but I fully expect it.

    U
  18. The child stands at the top of the slide, glaring down at us. “WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY?” He bellows, tears springing to the edges of his dark eyes.

    I look back up at him. “Because we don’t know how,” I say.

    He stares at us for a long while before he slides down into her arms.

  19. bellow me is the floor. how boring and expecting and expected. bellow me are my fears how silly and sentimental. bellow me is the lie that i’m not good enough. bellowme is the fact that I can stand. a floor.

    Victoria Elian
  20. The sweat beaded into my eyes as I pumped the bellows. I hadn’t worked this hard since I’d left the farm, it felt good to be using my muscles again. “Harder!” Nik said gruffly, slapping his huge hand together. “We’ll make a blacksmith outta you yet!” Grinning I pumped the bellows harder, feeling better then I had in a long time.

  21. I never thought that this word had a purpose because it is not used as much as other words and I do not really know what it means unless used in context and than from that point on, I really notice that the

    marissa
  22. I bellow at the top of my lungs. I hope and pray that someone will hear me. Anyone. And yet even though I exert myself, nothing comes. Nothing. Nothing at all.

  23. It had started once more. The darkness had descended. She realised that as she sat by the stone fireplace, with her cold hands on her lap. Trying to warm up, she reached for the bellows. Useless. She had no kindling, no matches, no hope at all.

  24. down bellow where waters fall, i ran to hid behind the tide. but little could i find when all was lost, the way back up at any cost. if i prevail, i wouldn’t try. but i only fail. i’d never fly.

  25. And she bellowed from the highest mountain. As she watched it echo and break through barrier, reverberating through the crisp, chill air and shaking the snow at it’s core. She could feel her bones shiver with the bass and her heart rattle in its cage.

    Alexandra Bell
  26. “Stop!” The officer bellowed from his cruiser as I ran past him. I intended to keep my pace, committed to the training regiment I was on. When I looked up to see where I was headed, it was clear why the man had asked me to hault.

    Samantha
  27. the noise was deafening. He could do nothing but cover his hands and hope it would fade away. He just wished he’d ran when he had the chance. Now, he was stuck, trapped here while this awful noise threatened to burst his ear drums. Bloody typical wasn’t it?

  28. yell
    yellow
    hello
    speak
    words
    belly
    fellow
    beard
    jolly
    spoken
    said

    Tasha Hawco
  29. “Don’t go near the moon!” he bellowed, and the horsemen picked up speed. The icicle breath of their stallions stabbed the air and left frosty particles flying like frozen stardust. Constantly swirling upward in a funnel cloud of winter and bitterness.

    He watched from his window as the hooves clattered into nothingness, his hands hot against the wooden pane. He did not dare to warn them again. They were too far into the sky.

    Belinda Roddie
  30. bellow…like, to bellow, shout at the top of your lungs across a fjord. or a dale. or something green with a grey sky. or bellows, like fire, like forging swords and that whole fancy shenanigan. love the word shenanigan. bellowing about shenanigans in a bellows

    tori
  31. The Gibbons awoke in their tree, a troop of four. Early, before the light gave its energy to the green leaves, those Gibbons let out their glorious morning bellow.

  32. He bellowed at me from my hiding spot, saying that he could see me; he could probably hear me too. I couldn’t help but let out gasps of shock. There was my best friend, lying in a heap at his feet. I wanted to look away, but I crept out from behind the tree and faced him. He was a coward after all, running away with her to the forests unknown to anyone else. I could do nothing but face him. And hopefully win.

  33. roses are white
    you are not
    I like to swollow
    from bellow

    Hanna-Kristel
  34. “Come on!” Avi screamed. She couldn’t move. Her feet were rooted in place as she felt her master’s powerful sway overtake her. Avi grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. “Let’s go, Lucy! We have to leave!” The thick fog cleared from her head as he drug her along behind him. As they raced into the long hall she heard the master bellow with rage.

    Nikki
  35. bellow the shallow shell of the girl
    who is mad at herself for what she can’t control
    is the heart of a person that is brave and bright
    who smiles so white she lights up your night
    and she won’t for a millisecond forget to breathe
    because as long as she feels true love
    she won’t ever leave.
    because the heart is the core
    and hers works hard enough for plenty
    spreading ecstasy and light
    making life like a fantasy.

    ©L²

    lauren
  36. the ship makes you stare at its horn beating through your chest the sound of a big full beast ready to sail across shallow ocean full of deep valleys and brimming with creatures unknown to your eyes. You have 10 minutes to dive deep and let all the wonder wrap you up in sunlight darkness and mystery. it can crush you, but there in this darkness, there is a stillness and movement you wouldn’t be able to get on the surface. Sound. Breath from a tank. the waves do not touch me here. all is this current.

    Ylan
  37. “GO!” bellowed Mr. Chase, pointing to the door with one thick finger. Teriffied, I scrambled to my feet and hurried to the door.
    “I- I’m sorry Sir,” I stammered, “when would you like me to-”
    “I SAID GO!” He bellowed again, louder than before. I jumped and flung open, sprang out of hte clasroom and slammed it behind me. I was shaking. I’d never been yelled at by a teacher before.

  38. bellow…
    ok – here goes…

    Bellow,
    Yellow,
    Mellow,
    Fellow,
    Umbrellow.

    knighttime
  39. He studied her face. Her eyes were almond-shaped grey-green mirrors, giving away nothing. Her mouth intricately outlined in silver lipcoat lacquer.

    “You’re the artist, right? What exactly is it that you do?” he risked, attempting to prolong the conversation.

    “I disassemble 1960’s diatonic accordions, stretch out their bellows over the frames of crashed luxury cars and spray-paint Casualties Union propaganda on them.”

    “Are you serious?” Travis asked, incredulous.

    “No.”

  40. at first glace, it says below. and i think of everything i’ve already gotten to but then i realize that it says bellow, and i remember everything i never said. every murmur, everything no one ever heard. i’m just a whisper. nothing.

    Lara