I can’t remember how old I was when I first started losing faith in humanity.
Jess
She was quiet. Waiting. There was loneliness in waiting, this she knew. Biding time for life to start. Desperate yet inactive in her quest. Quickly and slowly time was passing.
Clare
The desolation he felt started like a fire in the pit of his stomach. It hardly registered as more than a tingle of sparks, and it quickly built into something that ate away at his core, took away all of the flowers he had planted there for later use.
There are no cold concrete walls that trap you uninvitingly. It’s not a winter evening in a never-ending field with no one in sight for miles and the only sound you can hear your whimpering, whispering heartbeat. Desolation is when my skin touches yours but your eyes are a sea of black.
Desolation is when you are left alone and stranded thinking what the hell do I do. You are being neglected from your families love and you feel isolated and alone. Get to know someone because they may be right for you. :) Have a nice day!
The desolation of my soul begins when family treats other members of its family like crap. Of all people to treat you like dirt, I would have never expected those closest to me. But I guess anyone can do it. It sucks.
Kara
desolation is a word that I don’t know about so ya. Have fun reading this lol. Desolation means to be stranded somewhere I think? Oh well there is my sixty seconds up ya’ll
so hi guys
Peyton
desolation of smaug is o god
that’s all i can think of right now idk why
i am fire
hahahahahahahahahhahaha
muhaahahahaha
crap i think my computer fro
His boots crunched in the rubble. Wordlessly, he surveyed the desolation around him, then finally gave an approving nod. “That will do for today, gentlemen.”
A barrage of clicks met his ears as the men began to swiftly disassemble their rifles.
The relationship had deteriorated to the point that they spent their mornings dodging each other. She prepared breakfast while he showered, then she ate alone at the table while he dressed. He ate afterward, while she got ready for work.
When she left for work, he was always busy with something, going through his briefcase or anything he could think of to avoid talking to her or even meeting her eyes.
Desolation, desolation is the game. Emptiness. What are we even doing here? Can’t we all just get away? Desperation, desperation just the same. Scratch at the walls long enough and your fingers will surely bleed.
of smaug. literally that’s it. i also think desolation is a row, somewhere people live, sadly, and my dreams go to die, nightly, because i have this stupid flipping paper due oh my gosh help me help me hell-
Amma
He stopped, footing hovering over the threshold. He knew that he shouldn’t be there. Knew that he should leave well enough alone. But how was he supposed to resist the temptation? One never became a great detective by holding back, did they?
Taking a deep breath, he dropped his foot on the floor inside, pressing cautiously on the door to open it further. What he saw almost knocked his courage out of him.
Never before had he been faced with such emptiness, such desolation.
The place that I am. So bare. So removed. Am I the only one? There must be more. But still I trek.
AJ
The result of ignorance!
John
dark, sad, alone. I sit in complete Desolation. Broken off from all of my family, my friends, my peers. I don’t know how I got here, or why. All I know is I can never go back. too much has changed since the accident. I will never be the same, I will forever live, in Desolation.
Tyra
I stand at the corner of my usual bus stop, but in the most unusual of times. There isn’t a bus coming, you see, and there isn’t one coming. There most likely won’t be one coming ever again. The whole system is probably sitting idly, waiting for a human user to activate it’s endless possibility. But It’s all just dust from this corner. An endless sea of dust.
I still wait here sometimes. Just to remember what it felt like. What the strangers looked like.
It was all so different then.
Faith
Oooh, good word. I’m too tired to get real creative, but the word DESolation makes me feel desolate. Ha.
I picked my way through the wreckage, silently chanting a mantra in my head so I wouldn’t puke my guts over the ravaged battleground. When they said they were sending a monster, I’d expected a monster.
An ugly hulk of a thing with grinning yellow teeth, wicked spiral horns and skin so thick it would be a hide of armor plated scales. I expected worn in battle-gear and bloodstained garments with cursed weapons and a permanent sneer.
I expected a monster.
I never thought it would be one little girl with eyes so dark I could swear that the shadows lived there. A girl with the voice of an angel and the body of a child. A girl who looked every sincel one of those battle-weary soldiers and promised that she would do her best.
The other side never stood a chance. She walked onto that field, alone. So small and tiny. So calm and collected. So cold and fierce. I can never forget screams that make my ears bleed.
They called her a monster.
I don’t want to know what they did to make her into one.
rhapsody of darkness
soiled and bitter landscpe
left to survivors whose
lives are empty holes
dryed husks of mankinds
intellectual residue of battles
won and lost
In choked desolation, Samantha watched her leave. And despite the tears that fell down her cheeks, she said nothing to bring her sister back…because it’d be useless.
AJ Kenobi
Desolation is having nothing and no one left when your life has reached the utter end point when you are all alone and you have nothing left when i first got here i felt desloated alone like on one was here to take care of me like i had been kicked out of comfort and into the real world
so i drank to solve my probelsm but that didnt help so i smoked cigarettes
and I would lay down on this slab of concrete by the side of the road and i would smoke cigarillos i would blast my music in my ears because i needed to get away from everything because I felt so crowded with people that i needed to clear myself smoking did that it cleared me it made me feel better about what was going on I could finally breathe when i was smoking as wierd as it sounds. I would lay down and look up at the stars and people would walk by confused about what I was doing and all I would do was look up at the stars and focus on the lyrics in my ears and the cigartte in my hand because with music ans my cigarettes i didnt have to be desolated I could be free and have hope
jordan
The desolation of the world is being caused by those that are trying to run away from that which they cannot control. If humans were to band together and helped each other and fight those problems maybe we could save the world.
John
There’s no other way to explain it.
He has scooped out your insides, pulling up ropes of steaming intestine with his bloody palms as he sucked your mouth, roughly, biting on your lips and eating up your life. He has groped you in the most intimate places, reaching alongside the whalebone spike of your ribs and straight at your heart, squeezing it until it broke.
They called them the Desolation Dunes, and the air grew tight and cold as the nomads drew closer to such trenches of sand and dust. They set up tent, boiled their last ration of dirty water, and watched the bare-faced sky break out in a swirl of stars. Desolation, for once, was filled with light.
Belinda Roddie
Walter could not understand the meaning of the words engraved on the walls, but somehow he felt a strong sense of desolation being conveyed by them. Whoever had spent the months or years that were surely required to carve this long soliloquy onto the vast walls of this chamber had done so with a heavy heart. This was not a labor of love, this was a punishment; or a penance.
tonykeyesjapan
I just learned wat the word desolation meant today. I learned that it meant…….I just forgot. I think it means like a huge disaster. Or hugely upset. So you could say “I remember when I was in a period of desolation.
Desolation is the only way to describe the dry, tepid land that lay before him. He looked around for any sign of life, but none could be found. It was clear that whatever had tread through here last was not normal, and he feared that it might still be nearby. Of course, with how completely desolated the area was, this was unlikely, but he was frightened nonetheless.
Kulahan
I could see the smoke rising from the eastern horizon like a storm cloud, churning the air with its angry soot. I was too late; always too late, it seemed, and the dread that filled my chest as I forced myself onward felt like a thousand-pound weight.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover.
No One
I was alone and as I sat in the famines darkness could feel the daunting pressure of my demise welling up within as though I were some long lost geyser, and then everything went numb
Emanuel
I wish I was a humanoid lizard. Imagine how awesome it would be to have scales, claws, and fangs. I would also love if the human race was instead humanoid lizard instead of what they are now.
No One
Why do I always get this one? It makes no sense at all. There’s a million other words to chose one, and this is the one it gives me?
832459085043
The desolation in his heart couldn’t be worse than what it had been last year. After Kiera’s death, nothing could quite fill the void.
Everything was lost and the hope was dwindeling. No one had any ideal what would become of them. Everyone looked for anwser quitly but a leader needed to be born.
Chris
The village at the end of the river lay in fire and ash. Not a single soul had been spared to witness it’s desolation. Not a single one except Adam, who had been lowered into the villages’ well by his mother, his baby sister asleep in his arms. She cried during the destruction, but not a single cry had been heard over the villages screams of agony as the rangers attacked.
I can’t remember how old I was when I first started losing faith in humanity.
She was quiet. Waiting. There was loneliness in waiting, this she knew. Biding time for life to start. Desperate yet inactive in her quest. Quickly and slowly time was passing.
The desolation he felt started like a fire in the pit of his stomach. It hardly registered as more than a tingle of sparks, and it quickly built into something that ate away at his core, took away all of the flowers he had planted there for later use.
There are no cold concrete walls that trap you uninvitingly. It’s not a winter evening in a never-ending field with no one in sight for miles and the only sound you can hear your whimpering, whispering heartbeat. Desolation is when my skin touches yours but your eyes are a sea of black.
Desolation is when you are left alone and stranded thinking what the hell do I do. You are being neglected from your families love and you feel isolated and alone. Get to know someone because they may be right for you. :) Have a nice day!
The desolation of my soul begins when family treats other members of its family like crap. Of all people to treat you like dirt, I would have never expected those closest to me. But I guess anyone can do it. It sucks.
desolation is a word that I don’t know about so ya. Have fun reading this lol. Desolation means to be stranded somewhere I think? Oh well there is my sixty seconds up ya’ll
so hi guys
desolation of smaug is o god
that’s all i can think of right now idk why
i am fire
hahahahahahahahahhahaha
muhaahahahaha
crap i think my computer fro
His boots crunched in the rubble. Wordlessly, he surveyed the desolation around him, then finally gave an approving nod. “That will do for today, gentlemen.”
A barrage of clicks met his ears as the men began to swiftly disassemble their rifles.
The relationship had deteriorated to the point that they spent their mornings dodging each other. She prepared breakfast while he showered, then she ate alone at the table while he dressed. He ate afterward, while she got ready for work.
When she left for work, he was always busy with something, going through his briefcase or anything he could think of to avoid talking to her or even meeting her eyes.
Desolation, desolation is the game. Emptiness. What are we even doing here? Can’t we all just get away? Desperation, desperation just the same. Scratch at the walls long enough and your fingers will surely bleed.
of smaug. literally that’s it. i also think desolation is a row, somewhere people live, sadly, and my dreams go to die, nightly, because i have this stupid flipping paper due oh my gosh help me help me hell-
He stopped, footing hovering over the threshold. He knew that he shouldn’t be there. Knew that he should leave well enough alone. But how was he supposed to resist the temptation? One never became a great detective by holding back, did they?
Taking a deep breath, he dropped his foot on the floor inside, pressing cautiously on the door to open it further. What he saw almost knocked his courage out of him.
Never before had he been faced with such emptiness, such desolation.
Gulping, he wedged his way through.
The place that I am. So bare. So removed. Am I the only one? There must be more. But still I trek.
The result of ignorance!
dark, sad, alone. I sit in complete Desolation. Broken off from all of my family, my friends, my peers. I don’t know how I got here, or why. All I know is I can never go back. too much has changed since the accident. I will never be the same, I will forever live, in Desolation.
I stand at the corner of my usual bus stop, but in the most unusual of times. There isn’t a bus coming, you see, and there isn’t one coming. There most likely won’t be one coming ever again. The whole system is probably sitting idly, waiting for a human user to activate it’s endless possibility. But It’s all just dust from this corner. An endless sea of dust.
I still wait here sometimes. Just to remember what it felt like. What the strangers looked like.
It was all so different then.
Oooh, good word. I’m too tired to get real creative, but the word DESolation makes me feel desolate. Ha.
Complete utter desolation.
I picked my way through the wreckage, silently chanting a mantra in my head so I wouldn’t puke my guts over the ravaged battleground. When they said they were sending a monster, I’d expected a monster.
An ugly hulk of a thing with grinning yellow teeth, wicked spiral horns and skin so thick it would be a hide of armor plated scales. I expected worn in battle-gear and bloodstained garments with cursed weapons and a permanent sneer.
I expected a monster.
I never thought it would be one little girl with eyes so dark I could swear that the shadows lived there. A girl with the voice of an angel and the body of a child. A girl who looked every sincel one of those battle-weary soldiers and promised that she would do her best.
The other side never stood a chance. She walked onto that field, alone. So small and tiny. So calm and collected. So cold and fierce. I can never forget screams that make my ears bleed.
They called her a monster.
I don’t want to know what they did to make her into one.
rhapsody of darkness
soiled and bitter landscpe
left to survivors whose
lives are empty holes
dryed husks of mankinds
intellectual residue of battles
won and lost
In choked desolation, Samantha watched her leave. And despite the tears that fell down her cheeks, she said nothing to bring her sister back…because it’d be useless.
Desolation is having nothing and no one left when your life has reached the utter end point when you are all alone and you have nothing left when i first got here i felt desloated alone like on one was here to take care of me like i had been kicked out of comfort and into the real world
so i drank to solve my probelsm but that didnt help so i smoked cigarettes
and I would lay down on this slab of concrete by the side of the road and i would smoke cigarillos i would blast my music in my ears because i needed to get away from everything because I felt so crowded with people that i needed to clear myself smoking did that it cleared me it made me feel better about what was going on I could finally breathe when i was smoking as wierd as it sounds. I would lay down and look up at the stars and people would walk by confused about what I was doing and all I would do was look up at the stars and focus on the lyrics in my ears and the cigartte in my hand because with music ans my cigarettes i didnt have to be desolated I could be free and have hope
The desolation of the world is being caused by those that are trying to run away from that which they cannot control. If humans were to band together and helped each other and fight those problems maybe we could save the world.
There’s no other way to explain it.
He has scooped out your insides, pulling up ropes of steaming intestine with his bloody palms as he sucked your mouth, roughly, biting on your lips and eating up your life. He has groped you in the most intimate places, reaching alongside the whalebone spike of your ribs and straight at your heart, squeezing it until it broke.
And as the hoard disappeared to the South, all that was left in their wake was death and desolation.
i am an island
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They called them the Desolation Dunes, and the air grew tight and cold as the nomads drew closer to such trenches of sand and dust. They set up tent, boiled their last ration of dirty water, and watched the bare-faced sky break out in a swirl of stars. Desolation, for once, was filled with light.
Walter could not understand the meaning of the words engraved on the walls, but somehow he felt a strong sense of desolation being conveyed by them. Whoever had spent the months or years that were surely required to carve this long soliloquy onto the vast walls of this chamber had done so with a heavy heart. This was not a labor of love, this was a punishment; or a penance.
I just learned wat the word desolation meant today. I learned that it meant…….I just forgot. I think it means like a huge disaster. Or hugely upset. So you could say “I remember when I was in a period of desolation.
Desolation is the only way to describe the dry, tepid land that lay before him. He looked around for any sign of life, but none could be found. It was clear that whatever had tread through here last was not normal, and he feared that it might still be nearby. Of course, with how completely desolated the area was, this was unlikely, but he was frightened nonetheless.
I could see the smoke rising from the eastern horizon like a storm cloud, churning the air with its angry soot. I was too late; always too late, it seemed, and the dread that filled my chest as I forced myself onward felt like a thousand-pound weight.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover.
I was alone and as I sat in the famines darkness could feel the daunting pressure of my demise welling up within as though I were some long lost geyser, and then everything went numb
I wish I was a humanoid lizard. Imagine how awesome it would be to have scales, claws, and fangs. I would also love if the human race was instead humanoid lizard instead of what they are now.
Why do I always get this one? It makes no sense at all. There’s a million other words to chose one, and this is the one it gives me?
The desolation in his heart couldn’t be worse than what it had been last year. After Kiera’s death, nothing could quite fill the void.
Alone
Desolate
Deserted
Depressing
Stress
Survival
Sorrow
Grief
Misery
Isolation
Everything was lost and the hope was dwindeling. No one had any ideal what would become of them. Everyone looked for anwser quitly but a leader needed to be born.
The village at the end of the river lay in fire and ash. Not a single soul had been spared to witness it’s desolation. Not a single one except Adam, who had been lowered into the villages’ well by his mother, his baby sister asleep in his arms. She cried during the destruction, but not a single cry had been heard over the villages screams of agony as the rangers attacked.
The village sat in fire and ash at the edge of the river. Not a single soul was left to bare witness to it’s desolation.