Fort with attitude. Like putting a bunch of hooks around an empty room – ALL over – & then grommeting a whole bunch of bedsheets so you can make all kinds of awesome forts in your new Fort room with fortitude (Fort attitude)
It took some fortitude to climb the mountain. She wasn’t sure that she could do it, when she felt so tired and hungry that she couldn’t go on. But when she saw the crowd below her, brandishing torches, she knew she had to continue. She took a deep breath and lifted her foot on top of the boulder and knew that she would have to continue, one step at a time, one agonizing step.
Chanpheng
The necessary turbulence of living and growing older buffeted her ever more strongly as the decades passed. “Is it fortitude if one has no choice?”, she wondered. People said she was strong and resilient, but that made no sense when she had been dropped into the metaphorical deep ocean from a flying machine and, being sadly unable to teleport, had only the inadequate, floating raft of fortitude to cling to. She no longer knew her place in the world. The reality of growing older, with its shrinking number of years ahead, and the associated obliteration of future hopes and dreams, had taken her still young sense of identity and sent it spinning into surrealism.
Gratification for the future.
Fort with attitude. Like putting a bunch of hooks around an empty room – ALL over – & then grommeting a whole bunch of bedsheets so you can make all kinds of awesome forts in your new Fort room with fortitude (Fort attitude)
It took some fortitude to climb the mountain. She wasn’t sure that she could do it, when she felt so tired and hungry that she couldn’t go on. But when she saw the crowd below her, brandishing torches, she knew she had to continue. She took a deep breath and lifted her foot on top of the boulder and knew that she would have to continue, one step at a time, one agonizing step.
The necessary turbulence of living and growing older buffeted her ever more strongly as the decades passed. “Is it fortitude if one has no choice?”, she wondered. People said she was strong and resilient, but that made no sense when she had been dropped into the metaphorical deep ocean from a flying machine and, being sadly unable to teleport, had only the inadequate, floating raft of fortitude to cling to. She no longer knew her place in the world. The reality of growing older, with its shrinking number of years ahead, and the associated obliteration of future hopes and dreams, had taken her still young sense of identity and sent it spinning into surrealism.