I would like to catapult myself into a lake of cool water and swim luxuriously back
Jim "Fitz" Fitzpatrick
You exchange insults with me, as natural as breathing, just like the catapults of old. The very machines of brutality and death that we ourselves once stood manning. We throw verbal boulders at each other with the intent to kill. And as always, both survive to hurl another day.
When I hear this word I think war. In the olden days, this was a might powerful weapon. Nowadays, it is more likely to be found in a lego box.
Zoe
in the war the catapults played a vital role… Aram, ordered the catapults in the forward position and before the war began, half of the enemy’s army was taken out by them…
The catapult so much damage it has created. But what if we used to transport other things rather than having it making it damage. Use it to make your dreams come true and use the catapult to get to them
I was a knight and my king asked my to load the catapult , so he could win the battle against the rival kingdom. This catapult was not any catapult. It was imported by the asians. It’s ball contained fire.
Pedro Toscano
My memory lagged as I struggled to recall this entry. Was it a word from long ago, or perhaps this very morning? I played with the thought for a few minutes and decided the latter was more appropriate. It was settled, I had written an entry for this word before and would not deign to use ‘catapult’ once more.
firing blindly into the night…the power of a thousand tiny mice all straining when suddenly…RELEASE! into the night fire fire fire….breeeeeeze freedom the world rushing by everything a blur….whipping ever nearer the ground
roisin
Shoot. Go. It is flying through the sky. No end to the journey. On and on it goes. Forever. When will it stop? Never. Catapult across the endless sky. Forever.
Lily Harper
Fling me into tomorrow. I can’t stay stuck in today.
so right, in front of cathartge, mathô, spendius, autharit and the other barbarians build their helepolis, build their wall made of earth and intended to bring hamilkar and the entity of catharge to a bloody fall in a fight to the last man standing (who literall yhappened to be mathnô. nonetheless, were they defeated in the end with the help of nar havas.
THe man swung through the trees, trying to recreate the feeling he once had as a boy, when his father had put him into a little spoon-like bucket and pulled a lever, sending him soaring through the sky with nothing to write with. IT was a strange sensation, as well as a strange moment, for th eboy. And now as a man he was trying to find that feeling againin
Philip Chidel
you throw something into the air to possibly destroy other things no one has to fight in war we can all be special and and friendly we don’t have to fight for things no one claims this earth except for god
Kelly
When I was in 5th grade there was a catapult at my school. The 8th grade class from a few years ago had built it, and the current 8th grade class was doing a demonstration. I remember they had to pull a rope back to get it set. They launched a bowling ball across the soccer field.
Maya Harrington
A medieval, slightly naughty piece of boy’s fun. Maybe the mediaeval folk would like Dennis is they read it. Probably not though, because they couldn’t read.
Nicola Robey
She ran as fast she could from the stranger cataput from the car. Hopefully he didn’t see her and she siat below the car hoping he wouldn’t see her. lucky for her t
June
There was a time when I never would have considered doing what I was about to do; It was crazy, insane, and completely asinine, and yet, here I was, crouched inside of a catapult, ready to fling myself into oblivion. The catapult had been placed in our village to ward off our enemies, but I have taken it upon myself to use it as an escape. Things are too complicated here; I need to leave.
You’re always standing by me, catapulting all my fears, worries, and insecurities away. Far away. You’re the final stand, the only thing stopping me from breaking down. But I fear for the day when you get tired.
Nyan
I built a catapult to launch me into your heart. And I also dug a trench to get the fuck out.
I was never one for pushing my way in, but your walls were so high I had to do what I had to do. And I”m sorry I left you wounded, but I’m not sorry i was there. I know I taught you some things.
Hope
Catapult, bringing me into the dark straight from the light throwing me violently into the open, target I am a target out in the open the catapult brings me into your sights, save me protect me for I have nothing left in this dark room out in the open like prey awaiting its hunter, blindfolded unseeing. Dark. I need someone, anyone.
Faeyeldrin
catapult. yourself into reality. or your mind’s version of it. you never know the tortures of the past until you are catapult into a messy version of a forgotten memory. rape. rape. rape. catapult yourself into eternal violation. an innocence lost, forever.
slingshot.david and goliath.chidhood.being chased by a lorry driver,castles.molten lead.game hunting.primitive.
simon halliday
Bow and arrow like
No! Sling and Stone
Aim, Shoot, strike, fall, oh no
What have I done
Let me go forward and feel and heal
Lilamani Benson
In the last two days I have been through the same extreme measures.
The same fickle twists and turns.
The heart breaking into so many pieces and catapulting out of your throat.
I thought you were great.
until you sent me over the Wall.
She was flung, six-thousand feet into the darkness. And in mid-air she never felt more sure than she was okay with falling, in love that is. She reconsidered taking her own life out of fear of becoming betrothed.
Megan Johns
she saw it there in the distance, a large wooden structure among the tall grass and growing flowers… the most peculiar thing about it was that it was moving but it didn’t seem to be in motion. on the horizon she could see a larger structure moving towards it, she thought… its getting closer to home.
Kevin M
It was uncomfortable. The intense fear that I was catapulting myself into something new. A month in Ghana. I had been to Africa before but Morocco seemed altogether different than the sub-saharan. It seemed more solid, stable. Ghana seemed as if anything could happen at any time, as if freedom simply poured from its very core.
I stand near the front of the line. The whole army behind watched me with fear and anticipation. My first move, will start the war. Will begin this battle which we have been waiting to fight. We will conquer this country. We will win this war. I only have to release the catapult.
Kat Yocum
“Are you sure you’re ready?” said the woman as she drew back the catapult. I felt like I was going to throw up, but despite myself, I nodded. “Well, okay,” she said. “Remember, I’m not forcing you to do this.”
She let go.
Isis
There is such a thing as a catapult in our society. It exists for one reason and one reason only; war. The catapult is one of the most potent weapons, or at least, WAS one of the most potent weapons, in medieval days. If a battling nation had these capabilities, they automatically had an advantage over whoever they were fighting against.
James Gewurz
Such a careless movement
no layers to plan
just one decision to make
yes
or no
definitive
be flung
or climb out of the cradle and think of what it could have been
no backsies
no chance for regret or repeats
toss and turn, weigh the options
because once it snaps
whips into the air
and then it’s clear
it will have to end
and it won’t be graceful, will it?
I would like to catapult myself into a lake of cool water and swim luxuriously back
You exchange insults with me, as natural as breathing, just like the catapults of old. The very machines of brutality and death that we ourselves once stood manning. We throw verbal boulders at each other with the intent to kill. And as always, both survive to hurl another day.
(eve)
there was no serpent,
was there?
When I hear this word I think war. In the olden days, this was a might powerful weapon. Nowadays, it is more likely to be found in a lego box.
in the war the catapults played a vital role… Aram, ordered the catapults in the forward position and before the war began, half of the enemy’s army was taken out by them…
The catapult so much damage it has created. But what if we used to transport other things rather than having it making it damage. Use it to make your dreams come true and use the catapult to get to them
I was a knight and my king asked my to load the catapult , so he could win the battle against the rival kingdom. This catapult was not any catapult. It was imported by the asians. It’s ball contained fire.
My memory lagged as I struggled to recall this entry. Was it a word from long ago, or perhaps this very morning? I played with the thought for a few minutes and decided the latter was more appropriate. It was settled, I had written an entry for this word before and would not deign to use ‘catapult’ once more.
firing blindly into the night…the power of a thousand tiny mice all straining when suddenly…RELEASE! into the night fire fire fire….breeeeeeze freedom the world rushing by everything a blur….whipping ever nearer the ground
Shoot. Go. It is flying through the sky. No end to the journey. On and on it goes. Forever. When will it stop? Never. Catapult across the endless sky. Forever.
Fling me into tomorrow. I can’t stay stuck in today.
so right, in front of cathartge, mathô, spendius, autharit and the other barbarians build their helepolis, build their wall made of earth and intended to bring hamilkar and the entity of catharge to a bloody fall in a fight to the last man standing (who literall yhappened to be mathnô. nonetheless, were they defeated in the end with the help of nar havas.
THe man swung through the trees, trying to recreate the feeling he once had as a boy, when his father had put him into a little spoon-like bucket and pulled a lever, sending him soaring through the sky with nothing to write with. IT was a strange sensation, as well as a strange moment, for th eboy. And now as a man he was trying to find that feeling againin
you throw something into the air to possibly destroy other things no one has to fight in war we can all be special and and friendly we don’t have to fight for things no one claims this earth except for god
When I was in 5th grade there was a catapult at my school. The 8th grade class from a few years ago had built it, and the current 8th grade class was doing a demonstration. I remember they had to pull a rope back to get it set. They launched a bowling ball across the soccer field.
A medieval, slightly naughty piece of boy’s fun. Maybe the mediaeval folk would like Dennis is they read it. Probably not though, because they couldn’t read.
She ran as fast she could from the stranger cataput from the car. Hopefully he didn’t see her and she siat below the car hoping he wouldn’t see her. lucky for her t
There was a time when I never would have considered doing what I was about to do; It was crazy, insane, and completely asinine, and yet, here I was, crouched inside of a catapult, ready to fling myself into oblivion. The catapult had been placed in our village to ward off our enemies, but I have taken it upon myself to use it as an escape. Things are too complicated here; I need to leave.
You’re always standing by me, catapulting all my fears, worries, and insecurities away. Far away. You’re the final stand, the only thing stopping me from breaking down. But I fear for the day when you get tired.
I built a catapult to launch me into your heart. And I also dug a trench to get the fuck out.
I was never one for pushing my way in, but your walls were so high I had to do what I had to do. And I”m sorry I left you wounded, but I’m not sorry i was there. I know I taught you some things.
Catapult, bringing me into the dark straight from the light throwing me violently into the open, target I am a target out in the open the catapult brings me into your sights, save me protect me for I have nothing left in this dark room out in the open like prey awaiting its hunter, blindfolded unseeing. Dark. I need someone, anyone.
catapult. yourself into reality. or your mind’s version of it. you never know the tortures of the past until you are catapult into a messy version of a forgotten memory. rape. rape. rape. catapult yourself into eternal violation. an innocence lost, forever.
slingshot.david and goliath.chidhood.being chased by a lorry driver,castles.molten lead.game hunting.primitive.
Bow and arrow like
No! Sling and Stone
Aim, Shoot, strike, fall, oh no
What have I done
Let me go forward and feel and heal
In the last two days I have been through the same extreme measures.
The same fickle twists and turns.
The heart breaking into so many pieces and catapulting out of your throat.
I thought you were great.
until you sent me over the Wall.
She was flung, six-thousand feet into the darkness. And in mid-air she never felt more sure than she was okay with falling, in love that is. She reconsidered taking her own life out of fear of becoming betrothed.
she saw it there in the distance, a large wooden structure among the tall grass and growing flowers… the most peculiar thing about it was that it was moving but it didn’t seem to be in motion. on the horizon she could see a larger structure moving towards it, she thought… its getting closer to home.
It was uncomfortable. The intense fear that I was catapulting myself into something new. A month in Ghana. I had been to Africa before but Morocco seemed altogether different than the sub-saharan. It seemed more solid, stable. Ghana seemed as if anything could happen at any time, as if freedom simply poured from its very core.
I stand near the front of the line. The whole army behind watched me with fear and anticipation. My first move, will start the war. Will begin this battle which we have been waiting to fight. We will conquer this country. We will win this war. I only have to release the catapult.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” said the woman as she drew back the catapult. I felt like I was going to throw up, but despite myself, I nodded. “Well, okay,” she said. “Remember, I’m not forcing you to do this.”
She let go.
There is such a thing as a catapult in our society. It exists for one reason and one reason only; war. The catapult is one of the most potent weapons, or at least, WAS one of the most potent weapons, in medieval days. If a battling nation had these capabilities, they automatically had an advantage over whoever they were fighting against.
Such a careless movement
no layers to plan
just one decision to make
yes
or no
definitive
be flung
or climb out of the cradle and think of what it could have been
no backsies
no chance for regret or repeats
toss and turn, weigh the options
because once it snaps
whips into the air
and then it’s clear
it will have to end
and it won’t be graceful, will it?