London is my favourite city. I live there and it’s constantly buzzing and brimming with life. Human life. Nature always seems to be squashed out. It’s my favourite city. But I hate cities. I yearn for the ocean and miss the country. I feel lost in the crowd and I can’t breathe.
Jane
She stares out at the sea, silently. They watch her but don’t speak. They wait for her to say something, anything. But she doesn’t. She won’t. They don’t know that she won’t, so they wait.
He knows she won’t. Knows that she can’t, not yet. He knows her better than anyone, better than she knows herself. Better than she likes. Yes, he knows what’s in her head. Knows that even after traveling to all the cities along the southern shore, it isn’t enough. Never enough.
He knows she needs help. She knows it too. And when she can speak again, she’ll ask him. He’s the only one she’ll come to, the only one she trusts. He doesn’t know why. Neither does she. She’s been hurt so many times before, and he’s done some of the hurting. But still she comes to him.
He’ll hurt her no longer. He’s done with that life. He wants to care for her now, protect her. He’ll do anything, if only she would ask. He loves her.
Cities are often piled high with dreams. Such dreams are built, and often destroyed in such cities. One can find who they are in a city, even if they come to regret doing so. You can’t escape it once you know the truth.
Matt
The cities had begun to slip into decline long before the spacial detritus tore its way through the thinned and damaged atmosphere of 25th century earth. Mankind was in dire need of… ?
I guess they’re the apex of human civilisation, the process that began when we stopped pottering around the savannah according to the season and started to settle down and grow, like, cabbages.
Anyway, we got real good at growing cabbages, and now we make great big steel cabbages in the sky, and live in them.
Bill
The cities burned to ash around us. No one inside survived. It was only those who came later, who searched through the charred remains that found any hint of what happened.
The capitol city, reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. Its sister city, some two hundred miles away, completely obliterated. It was hard to look at, hard to see. I was there, after the attack. I know first hand what it was like to walk those burned streets. But seeing the holo-recording afterward wasn’t easy either.
A city is a relatively large and permanent settlement.[1][2] Although there is no agreement on how a city is distinguished from a town within general English language meanings, many cities have a particular administrative, legal, or historical status based on local law.
For example, in the American state of Massachusetts an article of incorporation approved by the local state legislature distinguishes a city government from a town. In the United Kingdom and parts of the Commonwealth of Nations, a city is usually a settlement with a royal charter.[1] Historically, in Europe, a city was understood[citation needed] by some to mean an urban settlement with a cathedral. The belief in this distinction is also common in England, where the presence of a cathedral is thought by many to distinguish a ‘city’ (sometimes called a ‘cathedral city’) from a ‘town’ (which has a parish church[citation needed]); the belief is incorrect (Chelmsford, for example, became a city only in 2012, but had a cathedral for most of the 20th century).
Cities generally have complex systems for sanitation, utilities, land usage, housing, and transportation. The concentration of development greatly facilitates interaction between people and businesses, benefiting both parties in the process. A big city or metropolis usually has associated suburbs and exurbs. Such cities are usually associated with metropolitan areas and urban areas, creating numerous business commuters traveling to urban centers for employment. Once a city expands far enough to reach another city, this region can be deemed a conurbation or megalopolis.
reham
The cities burned to ash around us. No one inside survived. It was only those who came later, who searched through the charred remains that found any hint of what happened.
The capitol city, reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. It was hard to look at, hard to see. I was there, after the attack. I know first hand what it was like to walk those burned streets. But seeing the holo-recording afterward wasn’t easy either.
I’ve always been in cities. But there seems to be a bigger one beside it. All the hullabaloo within our abode seems far from that of our neighbors. I feel so inferior.
JR Salaveria
Home, where we live, love, surroundings, transporte, culture, party, fun, creative people, art, life, music, that is all i want in min city.
Lise Emilia
cities are big smelly horrible places that can thrum with the pent up energy of the millions who live inside them. Simultaneously repositories of cultural greatness, and the sewers of civilization, they inspire and disgust, drain and energize.
Jennifer
The light glowed from every horizon. Four cities. Four of them. In each direction. So big that each was touching the two next to it in the corners. Their lights glowed brightly in the darkness of night. The noise from them was loud and annoying. But for some reason, they avoided coming in to the center. So much space was in the center of them all, but not a single light touched it.
“So, confess then,” Marisole pressed. “What’s your real reason for being late? I’m guessing the fire thing is bullshit.”
He rolled his eyes at her but didn’t see any reason to hide the truth. “I was reading. For a class.”
“What book?”
He laughed. “A Tale of Two Cities. Not that it matters. I’m way behind in the class and I was hoping to catch up. It’s not such a bad book; I lost track of time.”
The place, the woods, the site where it is at! It doesn’t matter if you come or go – as long as you move and stay alive! Let the bright lights shine, and be the light shining within it
Nici Putter
I’m hoping to visit four capitol cities in the next month; Cardiff (where I live), London, Belfast and Edinburgh. All the capitol cities in the UK. I like cities, because you can walk everywhere, but I miss living close to fields and woods.
i already wrote about cities many times before. how many times can i repeat these words? i wish they were infinite instead of so awfully constricted. i don’t know what to say anymore to even come close to how i feel.
Disease ravaged the city. Rats and mice had the streets to themselves, though occasionally vultures would pick them up, but it was a rare day when the vultures did not have enough rotting human flesh to satisfy them all. We wanted to leave, to flee to the city, but we were too afraid to leave our building. If we walked through the streets, we would certainly be infected, and what good would the countryside do us then?
Cities are other names for overcrowded towns, it reminds me of pollution, population explosion and disorderliness…I hate cities and I hate the fact that it doesn’t have the peace i experience when i am in my Village.
On the other hand, there is so much money in cities that you forget the vices you have to cope with.
Samson
There were cities beyond her reach. There was a whole world out there, and she couldn’t reach any of it, she couldn’t live any of it until she got past this one thing. This big thing, the thing holding her back from everything.
Ashley
I’ve always lived in cities. Never big ones but never small little empty things like towns these days seem to be. I’m moving to the big city of Melbourne next year though, kinda scared…
Aidan
I am held hostage by the moon. Walking through the cities at night, I feel it full on my neck, flooding my ears with watery sounds. Push and pull, it’s tugging on my heart. Telling me to move faster. Danger walks behind.
Cities to me are all familiar. They all have the same sorts of things. Ultimately. City Hall. A bunch of museums and galleries. A park, a river, a lake. It’s all there.
Gabryel woke early in the morning in an unknown town. It was just one fo these cities he typically visited, nothing special, a place filled with concrete and steel, anything else but pretty, but he was used to it. He didn’t really care as long as he had a place to rest and something to eat.
Yra
Cities are great. Well that’s how it used to be. Since they came and all the cities have been boarded up with us in them for safety, there is nothing great left.
There is fighting, poverty and too many people in a very small space.
Excitement of possibility. Which way to go? Who to meet? What to do? Yellow, red, flash, screech, brake, honk, hurry. Dark, bright, shadow, glare. Feel the hair on arms tingle, tickle, tighten. Foot stamp. Sore knees. Sausage. Pretzel. Taco. Rice. Fried. Fired…up.
are generally crowded but have their own uniqueness and charms. The hustle bustle and the fast life define the city’s character, its lifeline.
fishti
I grew up in a big city, that was bustling and multicultural and I took the subway 45 minutes to school from when I was little. I now live in a smaller city, mind you the biggest in the state, and I miss the art and the energy and the noise…or so I think, until I hit the towers of concrete and the smell of urine on a hot summer’s day and think no, I could never go back to it.
This girl I knew, she used to talk about all the places she’d lived. Cities and towns and beaches and she said she’d lived in parks is that possible? She said she’d lived in her car and gone around to national parks so she could legit say she’d lived there. I don’t know. I don’t think I believed her.
Her name was Maybelline. Or that was another thing she said I didn’t know if I should believe.
Toni
I have heard of the wonderful cities that can be found in places such as Europe and London. I would like to visit them some day, when I can afford to do so. With careful planning, I know that I can make my dream come true.
are big and have a mix of cultures and buildings to go about and look at .people are loads .shops a many . the hustle and bustle of cities can ring about ones head for a long time .tourist in new cities .
shreyak
Cities are crowded. They are full of things, people, disturbance, I don’t much like them. I go there because I have to. I wish I could, instead, live in the forest… be self-sufficient.. but still have my people around me. Just not too close.
Bambooze
I can sense it all from my window
Many bodies No faces
Many noises No voices
Many hands No help
The deadened lights, I see it all from my window
I see it all from my window
Curling my knees into my chest
As if I wish to return to the sanctity of non-existence
I see the moth and
unthinkingly
I clap it between my palms
I feel the little death seep through my skin
As its frame falls to the table
Sparkling silver entrails
Like city lights
I have slowed down. Movement through cities and in and out of networked spaces feels constantly to be pushing against a current, moving on an incline or around a slowly rising gradient. When I pause, against my will, my chin falls onto my chest, my eyes close and before I know it my breathing has slowed and all momentum is lost. Around me the brutal battle of activity appears retarded, the violence more vivid and inevitable in slow motion.
Cities.. here we go.. another boundary, another category dividing people and furthering the illusion of our differences. I shake my head like a 70 yr old..
Kunjal Shah
All wanna be is in the woolds behind the big grey skies of malevolent creation lies a place where there a walhalla of woolds with love and endless cicles all ways. There should be an explanation of the bigger value of grey.
gandalf
Cities are the pillars of societies. The centre of economy for civilizations. Cities help inspire people and become homes.
Afromong
Cities describe a high technology of 21st century buildings everywhere. It provides modern facilities. But sometimes, it may have pollution. Yes sorry im running out of ideas.
Kalah could scarcely remember to breath as she took in the sight of Covalis spread out before her, the all-encompassing darkness of the night making the lights of the city shine almost as brilliant as the stars which twinkled above them. It had been a lifetime since she’d last set foot in Aradia’s heart and now, standing on the brink, she felt her knee’s shaking as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
She blinked, turning to look at Dahlae with glistening eyes. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice laden with feeling. “Yes, it is,”
London is my favourite city. I live there and it’s constantly buzzing and brimming with life. Human life. Nature always seems to be squashed out. It’s my favourite city. But I hate cities. I yearn for the ocean and miss the country. I feel lost in the crowd and I can’t breathe.
She stares out at the sea, silently. They watch her but don’t speak. They wait for her to say something, anything. But she doesn’t. She won’t. They don’t know that she won’t, so they wait.
He knows she won’t. Knows that she can’t, not yet. He knows her better than anyone, better than she knows herself. Better than she likes. Yes, he knows what’s in her head. Knows that even after traveling to all the cities along the southern shore, it isn’t enough. Never enough.
He knows she needs help. She knows it too. And when she can speak again, she’ll ask him. He’s the only one she’ll come to, the only one she trusts. He doesn’t know why. Neither does she. She’s been hurt so many times before, and he’s done some of the hurting. But still she comes to him.
He’ll hurt her no longer. He’s done with that life. He wants to care for her now, protect her. He’ll do anything, if only she would ask. He loves her.
And that’s why he waits.
Cities are often piled high with dreams. Such dreams are built, and often destroyed in such cities. One can find who they are in a city, even if they come to regret doing so. You can’t escape it once you know the truth.
The cities had begun to slip into decline long before the spacial detritus tore its way through the thinned and damaged atmosphere of 25th century earth. Mankind was in dire need of… ?
I guess they’re the apex of human civilisation, the process that began when we stopped pottering around the savannah according to the season and started to settle down and grow, like, cabbages.
Anyway, we got real good at growing cabbages, and now we make great big steel cabbages in the sky, and live in them.
The cities burned to ash around us. No one inside survived. It was only those who came later, who searched through the charred remains that found any hint of what happened.
The capitol city, reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. Its sister city, some two hundred miles away, completely obliterated. It was hard to look at, hard to see. I was there, after the attack. I know first hand what it was like to walk those burned streets. But seeing the holo-recording afterward wasn’t easy either.
A city is a relatively large and permanent settlement.[1][2] Although there is no agreement on how a city is distinguished from a town within general English language meanings, many cities have a particular administrative, legal, or historical status based on local law.
For example, in the American state of Massachusetts an article of incorporation approved by the local state legislature distinguishes a city government from a town. In the United Kingdom and parts of the Commonwealth of Nations, a city is usually a settlement with a royal charter.[1] Historically, in Europe, a city was understood[citation needed] by some to mean an urban settlement with a cathedral. The belief in this distinction is also common in England, where the presence of a cathedral is thought by many to distinguish a ‘city’ (sometimes called a ‘cathedral city’) from a ‘town’ (which has a parish church[citation needed]); the belief is incorrect (Chelmsford, for example, became a city only in 2012, but had a cathedral for most of the 20th century).
Cities generally have complex systems for sanitation, utilities, land usage, housing, and transportation. The concentration of development greatly facilitates interaction between people and businesses, benefiting both parties in the process. A big city or metropolis usually has associated suburbs and exurbs. Such cities are usually associated with metropolitan areas and urban areas, creating numerous business commuters traveling to urban centers for employment. Once a city expands far enough to reach another city, this region can be deemed a conurbation or megalopolis.
The cities burned to ash around us. No one inside survived. It was only those who came later, who searched through the charred remains that found any hint of what happened.
The capitol city, reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. It was hard to look at, hard to see. I was there, after the attack. I know first hand what it was like to walk those burned streets. But seeing the holo-recording afterward wasn’t easy either.
I’ve always been in cities. But there seems to be a bigger one beside it. All the hullabaloo within our abode seems far from that of our neighbors. I feel so inferior.
Home, where we live, love, surroundings, transporte, culture, party, fun, creative people, art, life, music, that is all i want in min city.
cities are big smelly horrible places that can thrum with the pent up energy of the millions who live inside them. Simultaneously repositories of cultural greatness, and the sewers of civilization, they inspire and disgust, drain and energize.
The light glowed from every horizon. Four cities. Four of them. In each direction. So big that each was touching the two next to it in the corners. Their lights glowed brightly in the darkness of night. The noise from them was loud and annoying. But for some reason, they avoided coming in to the center. So much space was in the center of them all, but not a single light touched it.
“So, confess then,” Marisole pressed. “What’s your real reason for being late? I’m guessing the fire thing is bullshit.”
He rolled his eyes at her but didn’t see any reason to hide the truth. “I was reading. For a class.”
“What book?”
He laughed. “A Tale of Two Cities. Not that it matters. I’m way behind in the class and I was hoping to catch up. It’s not such a bad book; I lost track of time.”
Feeling so alone in this big city where millions of people past each other by with no smiles only blank expressions. I feel sad.
The place, the woods, the site where it is at! It doesn’t matter if you come or go – as long as you move and stay alive! Let the bright lights shine, and be the light shining within it
I’m hoping to visit four capitol cities in the next month; Cardiff (where I live), London, Belfast and Edinburgh. All the capitol cities in the UK. I like cities, because you can walk everywhere, but I miss living close to fields and woods.
i already wrote about cities many times before. how many times can i repeat these words? i wish they were infinite instead of so awfully constricted. i don’t know what to say anymore to even come close to how i feel.
Disease ravaged the city. Rats and mice had the streets to themselves, though occasionally vultures would pick them up, but it was a rare day when the vultures did not have enough rotting human flesh to satisfy them all. We wanted to leave, to flee to the city, but we were too afraid to leave our building. If we walked through the streets, we would certainly be infected, and what good would the countryside do us then?
Cities are other names for overcrowded towns, it reminds me of pollution, population explosion and disorderliness…I hate cities and I hate the fact that it doesn’t have the peace i experience when i am in my Village.
On the other hand, there is so much money in cities that you forget the vices you have to cope with.
There were cities beyond her reach. There was a whole world out there, and she couldn’t reach any of it, she couldn’t live any of it until she got past this one thing. This big thing, the thing holding her back from everything.
I’ve always lived in cities. Never big ones but never small little empty things like towns these days seem to be. I’m moving to the big city of Melbourne next year though, kinda scared…
I am held hostage by the moon. Walking through the cities at night, I feel it full on my neck, flooding my ears with watery sounds. Push and pull, it’s tugging on my heart. Telling me to move faster. Danger walks behind.
I hear the footsteps.
Cities to me are all familiar. They all have the same sorts of things. Ultimately. City Hall. A bunch of museums and galleries. A park, a river, a lake. It’s all there.
Gabryel woke early in the morning in an unknown town. It was just one fo these cities he typically visited, nothing special, a place filled with concrete and steel, anything else but pretty, but he was used to it. He didn’t really care as long as he had a place to rest and something to eat.
Cities are great. Well that’s how it used to be. Since they came and all the cities have been boarded up with us in them for safety, there is nothing great left.
There is fighting, poverty and too many people in a very small space.
Excitement of possibility. Which way to go? Who to meet? What to do? Yellow, red, flash, screech, brake, honk, hurry. Dark, bright, shadow, glare. Feel the hair on arms tingle, tickle, tighten. Foot stamp. Sore knees. Sausage. Pretzel. Taco. Rice. Fried. Fired…up.
are generally crowded but have their own uniqueness and charms. The hustle bustle and the fast life define the city’s character, its lifeline.
I grew up in a big city, that was bustling and multicultural and I took the subway 45 minutes to school from when I was little. I now live in a smaller city, mind you the biggest in the state, and I miss the art and the energy and the noise…or so I think, until I hit the towers of concrete and the smell of urine on a hot summer’s day and think no, I could never go back to it.
This girl I knew, she used to talk about all the places she’d lived. Cities and towns and beaches and she said she’d lived in parks is that possible? She said she’d lived in her car and gone around to national parks so she could legit say she’d lived there. I don’t know. I don’t think I believed her.
Her name was Maybelline. Or that was another thing she said I didn’t know if I should believe.
I have heard of the wonderful cities that can be found in places such as Europe and London. I would like to visit them some day, when I can afford to do so. With careful planning, I know that I can make my dream come true.
are big and have a mix of cultures and buildings to go about and look at .people are loads .shops a many . the hustle and bustle of cities can ring about ones head for a long time .tourist in new cities .
Cities are crowded. They are full of things, people, disturbance, I don’t much like them. I go there because I have to. I wish I could, instead, live in the forest… be self-sufficient.. but still have my people around me. Just not too close.
I can sense it all from my window
Many bodies No faces
Many noises No voices
Many hands No help
The deadened lights, I see it all from my window
I see it all from my window
Curling my knees into my chest
As if I wish to return to the sanctity of non-existence
I am so sad.
I see the moth and
unthinkingly
I clap it between my palms
I feel the little death seep through my skin
As its frame falls to the table
Sparkling silver entrails
Like city lights
I am horrified
I have slowed down. Movement through cities and in and out of networked spaces feels constantly to be pushing against a current, moving on an incline or around a slowly rising gradient. When I pause, against my will, my chin falls onto my chest, my eyes close and before I know it my breathing has slowed and all momentum is lost. Around me the brutal battle of activity appears retarded, the violence more vivid and inevitable in slow motion.
Cities.. here we go.. another boundary, another category dividing people and furthering the illusion of our differences. I shake my head like a 70 yr old..
All wanna be is in the woolds behind the big grey skies of malevolent creation lies a place where there a walhalla of woolds with love and endless cicles all ways. There should be an explanation of the bigger value of grey.
Cities are the pillars of societies. The centre of economy for civilizations. Cities help inspire people and become homes.
Cities describe a high technology of 21st century buildings everywhere. It provides modern facilities. But sometimes, it may have pollution. Yes sorry im running out of ideas.
Kalah could scarcely remember to breath as she took in the sight of Covalis spread out before her, the all-encompassing darkness of the night making the lights of the city shine almost as brilliant as the stars which twinkled above them. It had been a lifetime since she’d last set foot in Aradia’s heart and now, standing on the brink, she felt her knee’s shaking as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
She blinked, turning to look at Dahlae with glistening eyes. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice laden with feeling. “Yes, it is,”