boom
boom
too many shots
the ship
hit
down
the sailors
crying?
screaming?
no
it all happened so fast
in their minds they are still onboard
still dry
still sailing for home
Kori
The cannon crashed up in the pass, they’re doing avalanche control again and I’m not getting out of this cabin till spring. Again, I count the shells for my rifle and wonder if I’ll find enough game to make it.
If I could sail up beside you and let loose a barrage on your broadside, not to sink you just to scuttle you so there’d be no catching a sail full of wind and escaping across the waves, I would. I’d use your moment of stillness to board your decks and get some answers, but not to take prisoners or loot. You’d be free to go, and the damage I did to your hull couldn’t outweigh the present wounds on your ship or the injuries I withstood last time the tides brought us near.
He cursed, ducking as another thunderous crack resonated heavily in the night air. Flashes of fire and sparks flickered briefly as each sounding of cannon fire broke down another piece of what he loved, tore down his memories and allies with equal disdain.
Smoke and debris churned in the air, lingering like a sickness. The cries of terror and the anguish of fighting rang loudly and constantly. I turned my head as the cannons shot in quick succession.
I’m a cannon of love exploding at your touch, even though you’ve never once touched me before with you hands, you’ve certainly caressed me with your eyes.
I was left home alone, so I ventured up into the attic and went poking through my grandfather’s old things. I came across a cannon ball and imagined what it would be like to fire an actual, working cannon.
Rachel
A shoot rang loud from the cannon. The men around covered their ears, as the sound reverberated through the ship, as it went across the expanse of ocean to the advancing ship of pirates. They would win this, they couldn’t afford not to. This was their day to bring back the rightful treasure of their land.
Emily
I cringed, knowing another cannon meant another victim.
This is my country’s way of controlling us.
They shoot a cannon for every man they kill, woman they rape, child they abuse… the list goes on.
They show us what they can do, in the most psychopathic and efficient way.
“It’s almost time,” Sierra whispered. “I wish we could just get this over with.”
“That’s part of their scheme. The suspense.” I shook my head, closing my eyes and wincing at the sound of another cannon.
“So, they want us to go insane before they kill us, basically.”
“It’s all in our head, Sierra. Insanity is the only option.”
Lilacia
a type of music form used in classical music, a large gun
roger
the cannon blast was felt even inside the borders of what we thought was a safe place. the walls are broken. our defenses no more. whatever happened to home?
I don’t feel like writing about a cannon. Cannons are big and scary and can you just imagine how scary that must’ve been back in the day when people actually used those in war and stuff? Imagine a huge heavy bowling ball type thing being hurled at your head. That would suck. I’m glad I’ve never had to experience that.
Kristen
a cannon. feeling in my stomach. not having a direction but dragging myself out to do something as to give my day meaning. like the coffee im drinking is going to make my life that much richer. or that much more fulfilled. i know this but i feel trying is going to at the least give me a screwed up sense of accomplishment.
jessica
bomb
love
hate
war
nick
Laquita
Have you ever missed somebody so much and for so long that your actually scared to see them again, its like every single time you think about it its like a cannon hits you right in the stomach. So much can change in a year, and some one can change comepletely. Scary shit.
Lauren
cannon shoots something. like a star exploding within the skies. the skies are what we look up to when we’re feeling sad. isn’t it? doesn’t everyone do that? i do that. i want to know i’m not alone. i miss having someone. someone special. everyone is special so why am i alone?
amie
Your cannon launched me into the wind, sent me flying past buildings and stars and birds and clouds. Breathless and frozen I landed in the grass, alone and sleeping and resting between the trees.
I saw the cannon about to explode and all IU could think about was how muh
PJr
The cannon fired. Its blast echoed across the waves, and the shouts and calls of the sailors came with it.
“Attack! To your positions, lads, they aren’t going without a fight! And by George, we’ll give ’em one!”
The Believer
like a fire ball blazing through the air. loud and clear it whistles through the sky before landing, hard, on the earth, spraying dirt and rubble into eyes and ears of men. as it digs into the ground it carves a hole into mother earth’s side.
Camille
I’ve already seen the cannon in the empty barn . It’s stuffed with hay and a dusty horses blanket is draped over it.
One shot is all it took, to take the pillars down, to break down those walls you built for so long. Whimper my child, for now you are exposed. Now rebuild what we have destroyed, only for it to go down again.
A common word. Used to describe a type of camera or the old war weapon. Not used in everyday topics, unless in history class or you like to be a hipster and talk about film photography.
There is this place where you go to let it all out. The emotion you’ve been holding in you load it into the cannon and shoot it out. You let it all fade away till out of ammo sitting there looking dazed and crazy…and lastly alone… but it’s alright for there is no fear that has been taken from you but it’s all said and done, let life go and have some fun.
Andrew
So many things have happened these past three or four days that my brain is like a big cannon with a hissing fuse.
Seriously.
I don’t even know how all of this happened, it’s so surreal.
And I can’t do anything about it but sit here and watch all this insanity unfold–and right before Christmas, too.
The barrel pointed up. She aimed the cannon toward the mountain and lit the fuse. Her comrades thought she was crazy. Why aim toward the mountain, when the Huns were right in front of them.
An avalanche.
As the snow started to fall from atop the snowy beast, she smiled to herself.
Lizzeh
There is a large cannon in the grassy green field. The same field where i got hit by lightning the first time. No one knows where the cannon came from.
Gemme09
There was a cannon that was returned to my school last week. I do not know the story, although there is one apparently. The hooplah surrounding its return makes me think it must be somewhat interesting or at least mildly amusing, but I really don’t feel like reading it.
There’s a kid with the last name Cannon at my school. I do not know him.
Cannon sounds like canon which sounds like cannon.
dsf
Pirates shoot cannons at other ships.
I Do cannon balls into pools.
he blew my heart up like a cannon,love is truly a battlefield
tasha
The cannon stood unmanned. Dirt and grime splashed the massive and deadly barrel as soldiers moved and groaned. When it had gone off, it signaled the end of the battle. Though many were relieved, many were still in shock . The ending not really registering in their minds.
Del
I want to be shot out of a cannon and land in the net at the end of the tent. To be a circus act and be that fantastic illusion I dreamed of as a kid. I just never wanted to run away to join a circus, my family life was so good I had no need to.
To be shot out of a cannon.. now thats something.
the first thing i think is war when people blow people up. i also think of the guy that i know who’s name is cannon
Lily
the cannons shot from the pirate ship at a rate of 70 mpg. the pirates used the cannons to shoot their enemy. then cameron cannon’s aim screennames was told and the cannon was fired out cameron is great and I lik to eat zombies but zombies like to eat brains. the cannons like to eat fruit and are powered by rainbows and magical fruit problems. they enjoy sleeping at all hours of the day. cannons are also used in video games such as super mario sunshine. you must throw shit at the cannons in order to defeat the enemy, but you must be aware because the cannons like to shoot things back at you and hurt you. it’s not fun when they try to hurt you because you lose part of your health points and ultimately may lose your life
boom
boom
too many shots
the ship
hit
down
the sailors
crying?
screaming?
no
it all happened so fast
in their minds they are still onboard
still dry
still sailing for home
The cannon crashed up in the pass, they’re doing avalanche control again and I’m not getting out of this cabin till spring. Again, I count the shells for my rifle and wonder if I’ll find enough game to make it.
Cannon cameras are cool and take nice pictures! Yup.
If I could sail up beside you and let loose a barrage on your broadside, not to sink you just to scuttle you so there’d be no catching a sail full of wind and escaping across the waves, I would. I’d use your moment of stillness to board your decks and get some answers, but not to take prisoners or loot. You’d be free to go, and the damage I did to your hull couldn’t outweigh the present wounds on your ship or the injuries I withstood last time the tides brought us near.
this is dumb
Like a cannon, I was shot across the sky into vast nothingness. The diamond speckled sky was breathtaking.
He cursed, ducking as another thunderous crack resonated heavily in the night air. Flashes of fire and sparks flickered briefly as each sounding of cannon fire broke down another piece of what he loved, tore down his memories and allies with equal disdain.
Smoke and debris churned in the air, lingering like a sickness. The cries of terror and the anguish of fighting rang loudly and constantly. I turned my head as the cannons shot in quick succession.
I’m a cannon of love exploding at your touch, even though you’ve never once touched me before with you hands, you’ve certainly caressed me with your eyes.
“No.”
I should’ve said it.
But I didn’t.
And after that, my heart went up in flames.
I didn’t want this.
I was left home alone, so I ventured up into the attic and went poking through my grandfather’s old things. I came across a cannon ball and imagined what it would be like to fire an actual, working cannon.
A shoot rang loud from the cannon. The men around covered their ears, as the sound reverberated through the ship, as it went across the expanse of ocean to the advancing ship of pirates. They would win this, they couldn’t afford not to. This was their day to bring back the rightful treasure of their land.
I cringed, knowing another cannon meant another victim.
This is my country’s way of controlling us.
They shoot a cannon for every man they kill, woman they rape, child they abuse… the list goes on.
They show us what they can do, in the most psychopathic and efficient way.
“It’s almost time,” Sierra whispered. “I wish we could just get this over with.”
“That’s part of their scheme. The suspense.” I shook my head, closing my eyes and wincing at the sound of another cannon.
“So, they want us to go insane before they kill us, basically.”
“It’s all in our head, Sierra. Insanity is the only option.”
a type of music form used in classical music, a large gun
the cannon blast was felt even inside the borders of what we thought was a safe place. the walls are broken. our defenses no more. whatever happened to home?
I don’t feel like writing about a cannon. Cannons are big and scary and can you just imagine how scary that must’ve been back in the day when people actually used those in war and stuff? Imagine a huge heavy bowling ball type thing being hurled at your head. That would suck. I’m glad I’ve never had to experience that.
a cannon. feeling in my stomach. not having a direction but dragging myself out to do something as to give my day meaning. like the coffee im drinking is going to make my life that much richer. or that much more fulfilled. i know this but i feel trying is going to at the least give me a screwed up sense of accomplishment.
bomb
love
hate
war
nick
Have you ever missed somebody so much and for so long that your actually scared to see them again, its like every single time you think about it its like a cannon hits you right in the stomach. So much can change in a year, and some one can change comepletely. Scary shit.
cannon shoots something. like a star exploding within the skies. the skies are what we look up to when we’re feeling sad. isn’t it? doesn’t everyone do that? i do that. i want to know i’m not alone. i miss having someone. someone special. everyone is special so why am i alone?
Your cannon launched me into the wind, sent me flying past buildings and stars and birds and clouds. Breathless and frozen I landed in the grass, alone and sleeping and resting between the trees.
I saw the cannon about to explode and all IU could think about was how muh
The cannon fired. Its blast echoed across the waves, and the shouts and calls of the sailors came with it.
“Attack! To your positions, lads, they aren’t going without a fight! And by George, we’ll give ’em one!”
like a fire ball blazing through the air. loud and clear it whistles through the sky before landing, hard, on the earth, spraying dirt and rubble into eyes and ears of men. as it digs into the ground it carves a hole into mother earth’s side.
I’ve already seen the cannon in the empty barn . It’s stuffed with hay and a dusty horses blanket is draped over it.
One shot is all it took, to take the pillars down, to break down those walls you built for so long. Whimper my child, for now you are exposed. Now rebuild what we have destroyed, only for it to go down again.
A common word. Used to describe a type of camera or the old war weapon. Not used in everyday topics, unless in history class or you like to be a hipster and talk about film photography.
There is this place where you go to let it all out. The emotion you’ve been holding in you load it into the cannon and shoot it out. You let it all fade away till out of ammo sitting there looking dazed and crazy…and lastly alone… but it’s alright for there is no fear that has been taken from you but it’s all said and done, let life go and have some fun.
So many things have happened these past three or four days that my brain is like a big cannon with a hissing fuse.
Seriously.
I don’t even know how all of this happened, it’s so surreal.
And I can’t do anything about it but sit here and watch all this insanity unfold–and right before Christmas, too.
The barrel pointed up. She aimed the cannon toward the mountain and lit the fuse. Her comrades thought she was crazy. Why aim toward the mountain, when the Huns were right in front of them.
An avalanche.
As the snow started to fall from atop the snowy beast, she smiled to herself.
There is a large cannon in the grassy green field. The same field where i got hit by lightning the first time. No one knows where the cannon came from.
There was a cannon that was returned to my school last week. I do not know the story, although there is one apparently. The hooplah surrounding its return makes me think it must be somewhat interesting or at least mildly amusing, but I really don’t feel like reading it.
There’s a kid with the last name Cannon at my school. I do not know him.
Cannon sounds like canon which sounds like cannon.
Pirates shoot cannons at other ships.
I Do cannon balls into pools.
Capture the moment with your digital camera
he blew my heart up like a cannon,love is truly a battlefield
The cannon stood unmanned. Dirt and grime splashed the massive and deadly barrel as soldiers moved and groaned. When it had gone off, it signaled the end of the battle. Though many were relieved, many were still in shock . The ending not really registering in their minds.
I want to be shot out of a cannon and land in the net at the end of the tent. To be a circus act and be that fantastic illusion I dreamed of as a kid. I just never wanted to run away to join a circus, my family life was so good I had no need to.
To be shot out of a cannon.. now thats something.
the first thing i think is war when people blow people up. i also think of the guy that i know who’s name is cannon
the cannons shot from the pirate ship at a rate of 70 mpg. the pirates used the cannons to shoot their enemy. then cameron cannon’s aim screennames was told and the cannon was fired out cameron is great and I lik to eat zombies but zombies like to eat brains. the cannons like to eat fruit and are powered by rainbows and magical fruit problems. they enjoy sleeping at all hours of the day. cannons are also used in video games such as super mario sunshine. you must throw shit at the cannons in order to defeat the enemy, but you must be aware because the cannons like to shoot things back at you and hurt you. it’s not fun when they try to hurt you because you lose part of your health points and ultimately may lose your life