I’d never seen a female gladiator before. In all my years in the city it had been large man after large man to dispose of, but never this. She was a little woman, and probably had been pretty although it was hard to tell with all the wounds on her.
I wanted to be your gladiator. The two people in my life that meant everything to me, even though I had never met you. I prayed for your safe keeping everyday. I prayed for your health and happiness. I wanted to be your champion, your gladiator. To be the big sister I have always dreamt of having.
Crystal
sobs i’m out of ideas
orz
i love gladiator shoes
no honestly
OTL
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He was walking down the hill , holding the sword in his hand. Then he heard running, people coming towards him . He pulled out his sword and swipe it across their faces. The ground was immediately splattered with fresh blood. One by one , bodies fell to the ground like snow , red snow. “haha” He snickered.
8nimator
HI, Mr. Ryan? Yeah, it’s me Susan in apt 4b. I think my gladiator needs to be fixed. What? My gladiator. You, know, where the heat come out. It’s freezing in here. Oh, radiator? yeah. that thing.
3 berries
The gladiator in the area was chasing a frog! The frog hissed and ate the galdiator. The gladiator said ah!!!
Lism,sam and nate
Sometimes she felt like a gladiator against the ignorant people of the world.
She had to correct speech and spelling; nobody cared about accuracy anymore.
People didn’t even know they were making mistakes. What happened to high standards. She was the only gladiator left.
Robin
He hates being strong. Strong meant sacrificing what you love most for what you’re supposed to love, and that wasn’t him at all.
Gladiators are like the young 22-year-olds I have R-rated daydreams about boffing. Muscular, virile, and mostly stupid.
Viviane Spindrift
The gates were opened, the lions went out of there cells, the gladiators stood in the middle of the arena. Unsure of what to do, praying for the sake of their lives, shaking and anxious. They weren’t prepared for this fight. They were armed, with swords and shields but that wasn’t enough. They have to strategize and to kill. Yes kill. In this arena, it’s killed or be killed. But in their case, it’s mostly going to “be killed”.
There’s a tall man in the doory way. He’s old, broad, a figure of a warrior. His wife rests on the massive bed, sprawled like an angel, oblivious. He watches her sleep, unmoving.
The dim light of the morning peeks shyly through the linen curtains, and he frowns sternly. Deep set scars on his face reflect his otherwise stony nature in the expression.
He’d nearly lost today.
Nearly.
Just inches away from death.
Allie
His name was unknown. His origin was unknown. Al that was known was that he had all of the answers–all of them.
They called him the Gladiator.
He was well-built, and appeared younger than he was. Not one would call him handsome, but he wore himself nobly. He was dressed in pure gold armor, off of which dangled rainbow feathers.
Diana Fourall
Sword in hand, he stood in the arena. The roar of the crowds filled his ears. And so it should. He was the best. His sword had sliced more enemies than any other. It was soaked in blood and stains that never came out.
quinis
I’m a gladiator in the arena of life. We all are, but i think we should stop battling, stop tearing eachother down, and instead aid each other. We don’t need to fight just because we’re in an arena. The arena means nothing
You fight like a gladiator, he always said. The kicks and punches that I dealt him were stronger than anything a gladiator could have given him though. I know that I’m special, that my strength is nothing he can compete with.
And I hate it. I hate that I’m the strong one. That I have to be the one who always has to show him how to fight.
For once I’d like to just sit back and watch Nathaniel fight the battles. Not me. But it’s always me.
I could care less for a prince charming, give me a gladiator. I’d like to see him bare it all beneath fitted armor, selflessly helping me fight my battles.
Desiree J
Unfortunately, the image of the movie ‘Gladiator’ is too strong within this word to bring any creative form of thought into mind.
Sue Lee
Sometimes I feel like a gladiator, doing battle with a range of weird animals: the weather, crowds, bad news, not to mention the mosquitos in the night.
tough
strong
fierce
rome
movie
300
warrior
safe
fighter
protector
greek
shoes
sandals
jesus
shield
sword
M
I loved the movie. When I think of gladiator, I think of being free, flying. Also, I’m writing after ages. This is fun.
Yachna Khare
Rome, strong, alive, death, blood, battlefield, destructive, evil, sparta, THIS IS SPARTA, tough.
The gladiator is deadly.
Mark
shoes. troy. st perpetua. persistence of ideal. beauty. class race gender time hope loss love. I wore gladiator shoes last summer and you kissed me and I cheated on you. I didn’t feel guilty until many months later when I realized that what I really wanted wasn’t him but you.
J
So many lions, such a huge crowd looking over my shoulder.
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous man named Jassed. Jassed was brave and true and could be one of the greatest men, but he was a gladiator. In the town of Hamburg, gladiators were worse that trash.
Molly
Clad in armor and adorned with weapons-well-edged, she approached the conflict as a gladiator, ready to compete in the emotional arena of her mind, that a solution might come to the victor, that a solution might come to her.
The Roman Empire. That reminds me of my western civilizations class, we learned about it and watched bits of Troy. Yes, the one with Brad Pitt, haha it was nice cause he is fiiiine in that movie :) I wish I could have lived then..
EmilyKay
Gladiators were the pride of Greeks. The warriors that knew no bounds. Men with unending capability and courage. Think twice before you name a motorcycle after that. If it is not really great, your product will bomb.
Omkar Thakur
i saw him, he looked awful look he had just lost it all. But he just won it all. I just couldn’t understand. Then he just walked away and I never saw him again. I loved him and he never knew.
Alissa
As I walk into the colosseum, our tour guide approaches and tells us we are walking the same steps as the gladiators once did. She mentions that is why the steps are so huge.
Salim
gladiators fight lions. helmets made of bronze, outdated, outmoded. part of a gory tradition of the roots of civilization. human nature is perhaps expressed well forcing others to fight to the death.
Each of these fatal lullabies may be my last when I pull down that mask. Such are the songs sung to champions by way of cheers and chants. Steady. Steady. Steady. The buzz on the breeze, so sickly, so sweet. Beat. Beat. Beat. Oh, uncertainty, the illusion is security which is quickly dashed by the glint of metal to flesh. Fleet. Fleet. Fleet. Cradle this one now with gentle deceit, the sun in the skies and the specter of a lesser man’s death hovers near the back of my eyes. Mercy, mercy, mercy, me.
Forward in time, he
raised his sword at me, I said
Crikey, it’s so big!
Catherine McClarin
Rome. Empire. Hot actor omg! Haha, the movie was good.
Brave and just. He fights for entertainment and dies a cold, death. Thats it really. xD
Dreamer
Those gladiator shoes shined in the sun. The girl wearing it smirked at me.
“I’m sorry. Am I in your way?” She said in a bratty way.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, you are.”
“What?”
“You think you can just stand on someone’s notebook like that, smirk at them, and get your way? Grow up.” I smirked myself
Tanya Wong
The gladiator bore blood on his chest as his only armor, standing amidst the sluggish sea of decaying corpses stinking from their own plasma and fecal matter. In the audience above, the emperor of Rome was laughing, clapping his fat hands together over and over, like a toddler just given a shiny bauble. The warrior, sweat mixing with the gashes in his forehead and causing them to sting, could not make himself look at the ruler of the empire. Not even when the audience jeered him to raise his sword in triumph.
Belinda Roddie
He stepped out into the arena, sword gripped tightly in one hand and his shield in the other. He tried to be prepared for the fight to come, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t frightened. He was probably going to be ripped to shreds, which is exactly what the crowd was cheering hard for.
I’d never seen a female gladiator before. In all my years in the city it had been large man after large man to dispose of, but never this. She was a little woman, and probably had been pretty although it was hard to tell with all the wounds on her.
I wanted to be your gladiator. The two people in my life that meant everything to me, even though I had never met you. I prayed for your safe keeping everyday. I prayed for your health and happiness. I wanted to be your champion, your gladiator. To be the big sister I have always dreamt of having.
sobs i’m out of ideas
orz
i love gladiator shoes
no honestly
OTL
………………
today is not a good day for writing. (/_____\)
He was walking down the hill , holding the sword in his hand. Then he heard running, people coming towards him . He pulled out his sword and swipe it across their faces. The ground was immediately splattered with fresh blood. One by one , bodies fell to the ground like snow , red snow. “haha” He snickered.
HI, Mr. Ryan? Yeah, it’s me Susan in apt 4b. I think my gladiator needs to be fixed. What? My gladiator. You, know, where the heat come out. It’s freezing in here. Oh, radiator? yeah. that thing.
The gladiator in the area was chasing a frog! The frog hissed and ate the galdiator. The gladiator said ah!!!
Sometimes she felt like a gladiator against the ignorant people of the world.
She had to correct speech and spelling; nobody cared about accuracy anymore.
People didn’t even know they were making mistakes. What happened to high standards. She was the only gladiator left.
He hates being strong. Strong meant sacrificing what you love most for what you’re supposed to love, and that wasn’t him at all.
Gladiators are like the young 22-year-olds I have R-rated daydreams about boffing. Muscular, virile, and mostly stupid.
The gates were opened, the lions went out of there cells, the gladiators stood in the middle of the arena. Unsure of what to do, praying for the sake of their lives, shaking and anxious. They weren’t prepared for this fight. They were armed, with swords and shields but that wasn’t enough. They have to strategize and to kill. Yes kill. In this arena, it’s killed or be killed. But in their case, it’s mostly going to “be killed”.
There’s a tall man in the doory way. He’s old, broad, a figure of a warrior. His wife rests on the massive bed, sprawled like an angel, oblivious. He watches her sleep, unmoving.
The dim light of the morning peeks shyly through the linen curtains, and he frowns sternly. Deep set scars on his face reflect his otherwise stony nature in the expression.
He’d nearly lost today.
Nearly.
Just inches away from death.
His name was unknown. His origin was unknown. Al that was known was that he had all of the answers–all of them.
They called him the Gladiator.
He was well-built, and appeared younger than he was. Not one would call him handsome, but he wore himself nobly. He was dressed in pure gold armor, off of which dangled rainbow feathers.
Sword in hand, he stood in the arena. The roar of the crowds filled his ears. And so it should. He was the best. His sword had sliced more enemies than any other. It was soaked in blood and stains that never came out.
I’m a gladiator in the arena of life. We all are, but i think we should stop battling, stop tearing eachother down, and instead aid each other. We don’t need to fight just because we’re in an arena. The arena means nothing
I’m reminded of our fourth grade halloween parade. I was Gene Simmons, my best friend was a gladiator. What were you?
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You fight like a gladiator, he always said. The kicks and punches that I dealt him were stronger than anything a gladiator could have given him though. I know that I’m special, that my strength is nothing he can compete with.
And I hate it. I hate that I’m the strong one. That I have to be the one who always has to show him how to fight.
For once I’d like to just sit back and watch Nathaniel fight the battles. Not me. But it’s always me.
golden like song he says he is strong, but old, like the sun. Will he carry me to a world of no troubles. No. No. No. I say it is mine to harbour
“Whether you like it or not, you are going,” his mom said.
“You will make me dress up as a fairy,” he replied. “I only want to go if I can be a gladiator.”
He saw her smile. “There is not much difference between them from what I can see. We will have a go. Do gladiators have big handlbar moustaches?”
I could care less for a prince charming, give me a gladiator. I’d like to see him bare it all beneath fitted armor, selflessly helping me fight my battles.
Unfortunately, the image of the movie ‘Gladiator’ is too strong within this word to bring any creative form of thought into mind.
Sometimes I feel like a gladiator, doing battle with a range of weird animals: the weather, crowds, bad news, not to mention the mosquitos in the night.
tough
strong
fierce
rome
movie
300
warrior
safe
fighter
protector
greek
shoes
sandals
jesus
shield
sword
I loved the movie. When I think of gladiator, I think of being free, flying. Also, I’m writing after ages. This is fun.
Rome, strong, alive, death, blood, battlefield, destructive, evil, sparta, THIS IS SPARTA, tough.
The gladiator is deadly.
shoes. troy. st perpetua. persistence of ideal. beauty. class race gender time hope loss love. I wore gladiator shoes last summer and you kissed me and I cheated on you. I didn’t feel guilty until many months later when I realized that what I really wanted wasn’t him but you.
So many lions, such a huge crowd looking over my shoulder.
Ancient Rome. New mutiny. My heart-strings have been tied into knots even the seamstresses of fate could not undo.
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous man named Jassed. Jassed was brave and true and could be one of the greatest men, but he was a gladiator. In the town of Hamburg, gladiators were worse that trash.
Clad in armor and adorned with weapons-well-edged, she approached the conflict as a gladiator, ready to compete in the emotional arena of her mind, that a solution might come to the victor, that a solution might come to her.
The Roman Empire. That reminds me of my western civilizations class, we learned about it and watched bits of Troy. Yes, the one with Brad Pitt, haha it was nice cause he is fiiiine in that movie :) I wish I could have lived then..
Gladiators were the pride of Greeks. The warriors that knew no bounds. Men with unending capability and courage. Think twice before you name a motorcycle after that. If it is not really great, your product will bomb.
i saw him, he looked awful look he had just lost it all. But he just won it all. I just couldn’t understand. Then he just walked away and I never saw him again. I loved him and he never knew.
As I walk into the colosseum, our tour guide approaches and tells us we are walking the same steps as the gladiators once did. She mentions that is why the steps are so huge.
gladiators fight lions. helmets made of bronze, outdated, outmoded. part of a gory tradition of the roots of civilization. human nature is perhaps expressed well forcing others to fight to the death.
Each of these fatal lullabies may be my last when I pull down that mask. Such are the songs sung to champions by way of cheers and chants. Steady. Steady. Steady. The buzz on the breeze, so sickly, so sweet. Beat. Beat. Beat. Oh, uncertainty, the illusion is security which is quickly dashed by the glint of metal to flesh. Fleet. Fleet. Fleet. Cradle this one now with gentle deceit, the sun in the skies and the specter of a lesser man’s death hovers near the back of my eyes. Mercy, mercy, mercy, me.
Gladiator
Forward in time, he
raised his sword at me, I said
Crikey, it’s so big!
Rome. Empire. Hot actor omg! Haha, the movie was good.
Brave and just. He fights for entertainment and dies a cold, death. Thats it really. xD
Those gladiator shoes shined in the sun. The girl wearing it smirked at me.
“I’m sorry. Am I in your way?” She said in a bratty way.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, you are.”
“What?”
“You think you can just stand on someone’s notebook like that, smirk at them, and get your way? Grow up.” I smirked myself
The gladiator bore blood on his chest as his only armor, standing amidst the sluggish sea of decaying corpses stinking from their own plasma and fecal matter. In the audience above, the emperor of Rome was laughing, clapping his fat hands together over and over, like a toddler just given a shiny bauble. The warrior, sweat mixing with the gashes in his forehead and causing them to sting, could not make himself look at the ruler of the empire. Not even when the audience jeered him to raise his sword in triumph.
He stepped out into the arena, sword gripped tightly in one hand and his shield in the other. He tried to be prepared for the fight to come, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t frightened. He was probably going to be ripped to shreds, which is exactly what the crowd was cheering hard for.