Ein Faun ist ein Mensch, ein Mann meistens, mit Huftierfüßen und mit einem riesengroßen Penis. Er wandert durch die Wälder und ist glücklich und ab und an sucht er ein Wesen, mit dem er seine Lust befriedigen kann. Wenn er in diesem Suchmodus ist, kann er gefährlich werden, nichts und niemand kann ihn von seinem Ziel abbringen.
In the forest, it’s dark. Not bad dark, just dark. The leaves and pine needles block out most of the light, and what does filter through is a muted green. In the winter, it’s green-grey. Cold, and soft. In the spring, the deer come out to snuffle at the ground, and their young come from the bushes and play.
Fawn, beige comes to mind. Not sure of the meaning but got a pale brown in my head, that and a deer with white spots. Maybe I am wrong.
Sam Garland
The young fawn peered through the trees, the dark eyes watching me. The deer took a tentative step towards me, overcome with curiosity; the creature ignored every instinct of fear and instead approached me, the unknown.
Melissa
The forest grows from compact seed to delicate flower, from fawn to majestic beast, from a single thought to a revolution, the forest feeds the mind. The forest always grows.
Lizzieswimmer yo
A fantastical creature with the legs of a deer and the torso of a human. Many also have horns, like the one on Narnia. They usually produce a large amount of hair on the human limbs, as well. They do not exist in any current worlds.
Abby
This is a hard one, to quickly think about a paragraph with the word fawn in it is tricky!
The forest was deep in lush greenery and moist after the rain. There in the mist of the morning’s light stood a fawn, as beautiful as nature itself. I shot and captured the wonder of it all with my trusty camera. How lucky I am today.
eyeinthesky
Peacefully the fawn peered around her mothers long slender legs, gazing around the clearing with big brown eyes. Her nose quivered as she experienced new scents and her small
bonnie
it is now time to write about a word
bdafty
The girls swarmed the guy. It was almost impossible for him to escape to his best friend who didn’t care about his new make-over. Why wasn’t she impressed? He did this for her.
what is a fawn? a baby deer? it makes me think of bambi. i never liked that movie. not sure why. i hated the part with the fire, and mostly, i hated the though of losing my mom. i’m pretty sure that’s what it was. my mom. i owe her so much. i’d be lost without her, and no fuzzy thing in the forest would ever be able to make the pain of losing her fade.
A young fawn runs through the woods. Her family is further along in the brush. I could never catch up if I tried. I raise my rifle and fire three shots into her flank. She stumbles and buckles; her chin slams to the ground. I am a hunter who has defeated biology with technology.
and fauna. birds. and life. music. and something to laugh about. To laugh hard. to hear the sound bounce of the walls. To see the glitter of joy in a friends eyes.
Irmelin Fisch Vågen
what exactly is a fawn? a baby deer? it makes me think of bambi. i never liked that movie… i don’t really know why. yes, it’s a bit sad, and i hated the part with the fire. but i think it was more than that? maybe i never really had the patience to watch it all the way through. i don’t really remember the ending… i should watch that again soon.
Leti
felice fawn is such a gorgeous and inspirational woman and she is so so strong getting through anorexia considering the mental and physical state she was in. on the topic of anorexia i think demi lovato proved that you didn’t have to look like a branch to have the disease.
holly paterson
Time is kicking. I mean ticking. I have people to fawn upon (yes?) but somehow, they don’t matter anymore. Only the time matters, and.. and those things that are not people. I think I went antisocial, some time ago.
meep?
The fawn was struggling to walk in the tall, brown grass. Her mother lay helpless in a heap.
If a sudden storm were to remove this town from the clutches of timely progress entirely, we could be free. The rain may wash us away with snapping pillars among brickwork, street signs and market awnings of canvas and rusting, silvery beams. But it wouldn’t matter. I could sleep in the tower and watch the people slide. I could sweep along the rooftops and laugh at the cats climbing telegraph poles. We would decide to leave or stay but it wouldn’t matter either way. We could round up the crying children lost like frightened fawns in a forest of dangers and darkness. I could take them to the mayor who would pat them on the head and feed them orange lollipops and tell them everything is alright. If this town were razed, erased, wiped clean by a storm we didn’t see coming.
She fawns over him, making him tea and turning on the television to his favorite shows, and he thinks maybe he should really visit his mother more often…until she makes him eat his greens.
StillAnonymous
There was a fawn running through the forest. Away from home and everything that he once knew. Running, not turning back, just running. He stumbled upon an outgrown root and was sprawled across the forest floor.
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The young thing jumped gallantly across the moss covered woods. The other woodland animals couldn’t help but fawn.
oh crap. the timer already started. bambi is cute. i see deer and fawns in fields sometimes around dawn. they’re cute. my dad hunts deer. it makes me sad. he says that venison tastes like chicken only better but i don’t believe him.
calista
It opened its fragile eyes and took into the light. Blinded and weak, the creature tried to lift itself on its wobbly, slippery legs. The ground rushed up to its face as it failed, but it still felt the delight of the Earth and of this new thing it had found called life.
Fawn? A small, newborn deer. Its innocence is so pure, like fresh snow. When I see one, my heart goes out to it. It’s precious- something untouched, with little spots all over it in the protection of its mother.
Alexa
same words get into my mind not understanding, life, family, young.
its all about us, about what we r and who we will became, pointless
we are pointless
sam
im very fawn of you . and many other thing . is a nice word . better then like .
Renata
And there was something so dreadful, so mysteriously fearful in her eyes as she took his hand firmly. He was an irresistible, blood-soaked fox with long roan fur. She was a baby fawn, lips soft and tongue pink as she was forcibly drawn towards him. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth. Her tail twitched, her spots ruffled. Pulling her head up with proud horns, she turned and cantered into the forest.
Carol
not brawn or dawn or lawn or gone or drawn or yuan or yawn….just fawn.
Shavonn Viddaurri
The fawn was like a flower in the left hand of a dead man who never knew his son. Beautiful… yet… sad.
Renato
how fawn was i of my little dog. one day he was here and the next day he wasn’t what can you do about it? nothing………….i felt like nothing because i couldn’t do anything.
He looks down on her. Pitiful. Grey. Dreary.
She’s sleeping on the grass, curled up in a little ball. He dark hair falling over her lips. Her pants cover her legs and her arms are tucked under her head. The only part of her he can see is her eyelids. Dark and burned in the rising sun.
He wonders about walking away. Pitiful. Grey. Dreary.
I saw a fawn the other morning. She was a beautiful fawn. She had a golden face that looked at me from the grass with a look that pierced my soul. I named her Brittany. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Ryan
new york lawn. sloping down to the hudson river. tall houses. on the balcony. best friend and coffee. italian momma and papa. little babies playing in the urban nature. this is the wilderness.
baby eyes, soft and sweet. and in new york at the hudson river i see three fawns from the balcony. coffee and a best friend. italian mama and papa and a sloping green lawn. urban outdoors
bex
what does fawn mean. words that don’t make anything at all, serious of sounds and projections to inject a thought or feeling into anthers brain. but what does fawn supposed to mean.
Danielle Burke
A fawn such a beautiful creature. Meadows of fawns, fawns of meadows. Speckled spots all over, all around. So weak, so strong. Crippled, maybe. Where’s momma deer? Where is she?
Taylor
It’s not that he didn’t love her, it’s just that it wasn’t the sort of thing a man such as himself could do, grovel before her and fawn over her with meaningless words.
Ein Faun ist ein Mensch, ein Mann meistens, mit Huftierfüßen und mit einem riesengroßen Penis. Er wandert durch die Wälder und ist glücklich und ab und an sucht er ein Wesen, mit dem er seine Lust befriedigen kann. Wenn er in diesem Suchmodus ist, kann er gefährlich werden, nichts und niemand kann ihn von seinem Ziel abbringen.
In the forest, it’s dark. Not bad dark, just dark. The leaves and pine needles block out most of the light, and what does filter through is a muted green. In the winter, it’s green-grey. Cold, and soft. In the spring, the deer come out to snuffle at the ground, and their young come from the bushes and play.
Fawn, beige comes to mind. Not sure of the meaning but got a pale brown in my head, that and a deer with white spots. Maybe I am wrong.
The young fawn peered through the trees, the dark eyes watching me. The deer took a tentative step towards me, overcome with curiosity; the creature ignored every instinct of fear and instead approached me, the unknown.
The forest grows from compact seed to delicate flower, from fawn to majestic beast, from a single thought to a revolution, the forest feeds the mind. The forest always grows.
A fantastical creature with the legs of a deer and the torso of a human. Many also have horns, like the one on Narnia. They usually produce a large amount of hair on the human limbs, as well. They do not exist in any current worlds.
This is a hard one, to quickly think about a paragraph with the word fawn in it is tricky!
The forest was deep in lush greenery and moist after the rain. There in the mist of the morning’s light stood a fawn, as beautiful as nature itself. I shot and captured the wonder of it all with my trusty camera. How lucky I am today.
Peacefully the fawn peered around her mothers long slender legs, gazing around the clearing with big brown eyes. Her nose quivered as she experienced new scents and her small
it is now time to write about a word
The girls swarmed the guy. It was almost impossible for him to escape to his best friend who didn’t care about his new make-over. Why wasn’t she impressed? He did this for her.
what is a fawn? a baby deer? it makes me think of bambi. i never liked that movie. not sure why. i hated the part with the fire, and mostly, i hated the though of losing my mom. i’m pretty sure that’s what it was. my mom. i owe her so much. i’d be lost without her, and no fuzzy thing in the forest would ever be able to make the pain of losing her fade.
A young fawn runs through the woods. Her family is further along in the brush. I could never catch up if I tried. I raise my rifle and fire three shots into her flank. She stumbles and buckles; her chin slams to the ground. I am a hunter who has defeated biology with technology.
and fauna. birds. and life. music. and something to laugh about. To laugh hard. to hear the sound bounce of the walls. To see the glitter of joy in a friends eyes.
what exactly is a fawn? a baby deer? it makes me think of bambi. i never liked that movie… i don’t really know why. yes, it’s a bit sad, and i hated the part with the fire. but i think it was more than that? maybe i never really had the patience to watch it all the way through. i don’t really remember the ending… i should watch that again soon.
felice fawn is such a gorgeous and inspirational woman and she is so so strong getting through anorexia considering the mental and physical state she was in. on the topic of anorexia i think demi lovato proved that you didn’t have to look like a branch to have the disease.
Time is kicking. I mean ticking. I have people to fawn upon (yes?) but somehow, they don’t matter anymore. Only the time matters, and.. and those things that are not people. I think I went antisocial, some time ago.
The fawn was struggling to walk in the tall, brown grass. Her mother lay helpless in a heap.
If a sudden storm were to remove this town from the clutches of timely progress entirely, we could be free. The rain may wash us away with snapping pillars among brickwork, street signs and market awnings of canvas and rusting, silvery beams. But it wouldn’t matter. I could sleep in the tower and watch the people slide. I could sweep along the rooftops and laugh at the cats climbing telegraph poles. We would decide to leave or stay but it wouldn’t matter either way. We could round up the crying children lost like frightened fawns in a forest of dangers and darkness. I could take them to the mayor who would pat them on the head and feed them orange lollipops and tell them everything is alright. If this town were razed, erased, wiped clean by a storm we didn’t see coming.
She fawns over him, making him tea and turning on the television to his favorite shows, and he thinks maybe he should really visit his mother more often…until she makes him eat his greens.
There was a fawn running through the forest. Away from home and everything that he once knew. Running, not turning back, just running. He stumbled upon an outgrown root and was sprawled across the forest floor.
The young thing jumped gallantly across the moss covered woods. The other woodland animals couldn’t help but fawn.
oh crap. the timer already started. bambi is cute. i see deer and fawns in fields sometimes around dawn. they’re cute. my dad hunts deer. it makes me sad. he says that venison tastes like chicken only better but i don’t believe him.
It opened its fragile eyes and took into the light. Blinded and weak, the creature tried to lift itself on its wobbly, slippery legs. The ground rushed up to its face as it failed, but it still felt the delight of the Earth and of this new thing it had found called life.
Fawn? A small, newborn deer. Its innocence is so pure, like fresh snow. When I see one, my heart goes out to it. It’s precious- something untouched, with little spots all over it in the protection of its mother.
same words get into my mind not understanding, life, family, young.
its all about us, about what we r and who we will became, pointless
we are pointless
im very fawn of you . and many other thing . is a nice word . better then like .
And there was something so dreadful, so mysteriously fearful in her eyes as she took his hand firmly. He was an irresistible, blood-soaked fox with long roan fur. She was a baby fawn, lips soft and tongue pink as she was forcibly drawn towards him. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth. Her tail twitched, her spots ruffled. Pulling her head up with proud horns, she turned and cantered into the forest.
not brawn or dawn or lawn or gone or drawn or yuan or yawn….just fawn.
The fawn was like a flower in the left hand of a dead man who never knew his son. Beautiful… yet… sad.
how fawn was i of my little dog. one day he was here and the next day he wasn’t what can you do about it? nothing………….i felt like nothing because i couldn’t do anything.
Fawn over all you can admire. Grace yourself everyday with the knowledge that you are special and deserve being fawned over.take all you can!
I fawn over you
Till dawn I over do
This blushing aside
I like your face
I love your style
Does the carpet
Match the drapes?
He looks down on her. Pitiful. Grey. Dreary.
She’s sleeping on the grass, curled up in a little ball. He dark hair falling over her lips. Her pants cover her legs and her arms are tucked under her head. The only part of her he can see is her eyelids. Dark and burned in the rising sun.
He wonders about walking away. Pitiful. Grey. Dreary.
I saw a fawn the other morning. She was a beautiful fawn. She had a golden face that looked at me from the grass with a look that pierced my soul. I named her Brittany. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
new york lawn. sloping down to the hudson river. tall houses. on the balcony. best friend and coffee. italian momma and papa. little babies playing in the urban nature. this is the wilderness.
baby eyes, soft and sweet. and in new york at the hudson river i see three fawns from the balcony. coffee and a best friend. italian mama and papa and a sloping green lawn. urban outdoors
what does fawn mean. words that don’t make anything at all, serious of sounds and projections to inject a thought or feeling into anthers brain. but what does fawn supposed to mean.
A fawn such a beautiful creature. Meadows of fawns, fawns of meadows. Speckled spots all over, all around. So weak, so strong. Crippled, maybe. Where’s momma deer? Where is she?
It’s not that he didn’t love her, it’s just that it wasn’t the sort of thing a man such as himself could do, grovel before her and fawn over her with meaningless words.