The gravel crunched quietly under his feet, this would make for an interesting time of it. After all, stealth was to be desired when you were an assassin. He shifted his weight and the pebbles ground under his foot. He was pretty sure that he had not been heard; but it was imperative to be sure.
Madness
I shovel gravel until my back nearly breaks. My skin is dry and splitting from the high sun. I would do anything for water. Anything. Anything.
Chris Rogers
The gravel crunched beneath my shoes, breaking the silence that surrounded me. The warm breath from my mouth was a visible whiteness in the chilled morning air. Peace entered inside.
LynnArts (Jen M)
i love my gravel
karine
that rocky gray stuff that hurts your feet. it reminds me of summer memories at nieghbors houses. i like it it brings back good memories. it also reminds me of a speech that i did in seventh grade and i had the adjative gravely and my teacher mr evans really liked it.
sarah
Gnashing my teeth against the bitter gravel I felt one of my teeth chip and break. It didn’t stop me, I was encouraged by it. You see, this is what I wanted, this is how I felt.
Andrew Meare
gravel is in my eye. i woke up late. that love story movie was stupid and only made it harder to breathe in when i think of her and how i let her go. fuck. there’s gravel in my eye. it’s gritty and it won’t go away. it’s raining hard outside and the snow has melted. I’ll go lay down in the mud.
kerjane
Euh.. Ah-hyaugh! Ouch.
paddy
hard, rough, scratchy, bare feet, bruised knees, that time they had to pick it out of my torn open hand with tweezers on the way to the hospital for some stitching & repairs back home running bare feet, scratchy, rough, gravel hard, rinse repeat.
missterious
The darkness it hides underneath it’s facade. So much more than pavement. More than protection or destruction. It seeps. It eats away at your skin with the mere scratch and sadness.
Shauna
gravel has to do with something tosmeraes
kma
once upon a time, there was a little boy who traveled far away from his home, and battled many monsters, and slept in far too many huts in the bog.
after he died, he became Gravel.
trey
my feet crunch and roll, crunch and roll until i made it up the pathway. i ahve to curl my toes; the gravel is sharp and cold. in it i see a baby snail shell which i roll over. nothing inside, not even a hermit crab. poor waste of a rock… i throw it into the freedom of the bushes
dan
His voice sounded like gravel on the tape, no doubt from the years of smoking he had afflicted his body with. “I can’t tell you how it felt, nobody will ever know exactly how it felt.” he said, lighting another cigarette. “I can only tell you the facts and hope you feel the same way I did. Then you’ll understand.”
Grace
the gravel in his throat produced a melancholy melody
a
He stepped up the path. Simon knew what he had to do he’s been dreading it for a long time now. The gravel crunched beneath his feet like a warning to the homeowner about it’s impostor. He didn’t care about precautions he just wanted to get the job done.Get in, get out that was the job of the Breaker.
Jasmino924
The gravel of the road I once skipped happily down was now riddled with the wear of rain and snow and dirt. I wondered if what I had done here… the love I had had been appropriate. On the gravel street I had my first kiss- with a teacher.
Amanda
The gravel driveway bit into my feet as I ran barefoot after their car. This would be the last time I saw them for… I didn’t know how long. How can a child of five years process a lapse of 5 more years? It would be a lifetime until my friend would be mine again, and even then, she would no longer be mine.
lksmith
i didn’t care that the gravel was digging in to my back, jabbing into my skin. I didn’t care that I had grit in one of my eyes, or that i was covered in scratches. Pain was irrelevant. Finally, I was naked, he was naked, and we were at it like animals. Finally.
Mysteryman
gravelly voice, like suzanne flechette… except my spelling is off, and my typing is worse, so who knows whether i spelled that correctly.
but that low rumble brings me back to cold winter mornings when you were sick with a cold, just before christmas eve service and our duet, and i knew that you would still sing prettier than me. bitch.
molly
Can’t spell gravel without grave, which is interesting I guess, because some people’s graves are from gravel. In material science, gravel can be added to cement to make it stronger and form concrete.
evan
It stuck to her face after she fell, but she didn’t care. The road was long. The night was young. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted to see sunlight. The night scares her these days. Not for any paticular reason. It just does. She can’t sleep. She wanders around; looking for something. She doesn’t know what. Anything, really. Anything to explain it all. He used to do this too, she remembers.
elena
gravel is awesome. sometimes I eat it. it makes my belly hurt. when my belly hurts, I eat more gravel. and it hurts more. sometimes I use gravel for other things, too. other than eating. sometimes I use it to cover my driveway. but then I can’t walk on it with bare feet. it hurts my bare feet. so I put on shoes. you can’t make shoes out of gravel. that’s one thing you can’t do with gravel, for sure. i know a kid with gravely voice.
brian foster
When i was little, I walked to school on a gravel road. It was very dusty in warm weather, My brother and I used to collect little rocks and stones and take them home in our pockets.
Daniel Beerthuis
Have you ever thought about gravel.
Really thought about it?
The shape
The color
The texture
Did you know it’s all sparkly and shiny?
Honestly I’d never given it a second thought.
Until I was laying face down
bleeding
breathing
staring at the tiny rocks.
I’d always walked above and never noticed.
Morgan
Gravel it lays in driveways. gets stuck in your tires. Is thrown into eyes. Gravel is just plain annoying. This entry is boring as is gravel. So it is only fitting.
Edurne
Cement is made from separate pieces of rock. Mix me with sand and water and you and we’ll see what we can hold together. I’m just floating in this sea of us.
tv
This time of year I’m usually fighting a cold and my voice is kind of gravelly, which is bad since I like to sing. But my son found this supplement that helps. It was developed by a second grade teacher. I’m not sure how that helps sell the stuff, though.
Scott
I was just waiting on the gravel for the bus to come. I like the sound of the tires when they spin violently against the gravel and fling those little rocks in every direction that is almost always in my face’s direction. It’s not pleasant but it is inevitable. I appreciate it and expect it. Gravel is my friend until the bloody end. Thanks Gravel though it sounds like a political leader as well.
Jeremiah
Gravel is something that I’ve come into contact with many times. Learning how to ride my bike, running and tripping over myself, riding my bike over it, I’ve had many crashes due to gravel. Yet, gravel is probably one of my favorite things to run on. It’s part of the Earth and I just enjoy being on it, sliding across the hundreds of little granules of dirt.
Chizzuck
I hate the feeling of my feet on her gravel driveway.
It reminds me of how much easier I have it than Megan.
Me with my tile floors and my pristine suburban abode.
Her with her ghetto, country, rickety, wood-paneled home.
Maybe she has it better in a way.
At least she can stay in one place.
chelsie
Hot sun on gravel..Cornwall and i’m 5 years old, trying out a new scooter. The wheels cluck cluck on the stones as they turn faster and faster, My dunlops are super fast with wheels and motor car symbols on. The peeling elaso plast plaster in the bath is not so fast. the pain is awful.
Audiogeist
the gravel piles up, like the echoes of our shadows… slowly becoming darker and heavier.
nick's mannequin
I remember the gravel crunching under our feet. I remember the grass. I remember the leaves. I remember the brick-lined sidewalks. I remember the concrete and the asphalt. I remember the ice and the snow. I remember the tile. I remember the linoleum. I remember the carpet. I remember all the places we walked together while we were in love.
Chris F.
Her voice was gravely but addictive. I couldn’t help but linger over every adjective she tossed into our conversation, every syllable really because I didn’t even know how I knew what she was saying because all I could hear was the tone of her voice in rhythm with the twinkle in her eye
Simply Fabulous
The gravel was stuck in my teeth, in my hair, in my eyes. I tasted cigarette ash and gum residue and the footprints of thousands of people.
The struggle was futile. They just kept walking. They walked right over me. They whistled and didn’t look back. They just let me lie there.
It was all I could do not to cry.
The Poet
The road crunched underneath my tires, and the occasional rock popped from beneath my car and ringed against the metallic undercarriage. I was driving down this curving gravel road for a reason, but with every moment that passed I was unsure as to why I had considered it to be a good one.
I didn’t want to see my mother. I didn’t want to see my family. What reason had they given me to?
What had they given me?
Barren
What the hell is gravel made from? It is only simple pieces of grey material; is it some form of a rock? But then, why are all of the small pieces of gravel grey? Rocks come in so many different colours and shapes, and yet gravel is just one colour. And, for the most part, only one basic shape.
Can gravel be compared to a human? Gravel is made of an unidentifiable material; humans are composed of several different races and when you break it all down it doesn’t matter any more. Gravel is just a simple piece of what is possibly rock; humans are just bodies that take up room on empty trains. We all have a basic size and shape, alike to gravel. And, just like gravel, if we are all put together, you can’t really tell us apart from one another unless you get up close.
But why compare a human, a person with personality and feelings and life to something to unfeeling, so similar to one another and alike? Because us humans are all the same fucking way as well. We all think the same. We all have the same god awful thoughts that haunt us in our sleep.
Let yourself be
f r e e .
justanotherperson
Gravel makes me think of a house with parking space. Have you ever tried to walk barefoot on gravel, especially gravel with large sharp pebbles? It hurts.
Agnes
she walks upon the misty gravel of her late brothers ocean grave; what a tragedy end he faced. she asks herself if she could have ever stopped him, if there was anything she could have said, could have done. without answer, she steps into the ocean — brother i am here with you again.
The gravel crunched quietly under his feet, this would make for an interesting time of it. After all, stealth was to be desired when you were an assassin. He shifted his weight and the pebbles ground under his foot. He was pretty sure that he had not been heard; but it was imperative to be sure.
I shovel gravel until my back nearly breaks. My skin is dry and splitting from the high sun. I would do anything for water. Anything. Anything.
The gravel crunched beneath my shoes, breaking the silence that surrounded me. The warm breath from my mouth was a visible whiteness in the chilled morning air. Peace entered inside.
i love my gravel
that rocky gray stuff that hurts your feet. it reminds me of summer memories at nieghbors houses. i like it it brings back good memories. it also reminds me of a speech that i did in seventh grade and i had the adjative gravely and my teacher mr evans really liked it.
Gnashing my teeth against the bitter gravel I felt one of my teeth chip and break. It didn’t stop me, I was encouraged by it. You see, this is what I wanted, this is how I felt.
gravel is in my eye. i woke up late. that love story movie was stupid and only made it harder to breathe in when i think of her and how i let her go. fuck. there’s gravel in my eye. it’s gritty and it won’t go away. it’s raining hard outside and the snow has melted. I’ll go lay down in the mud.
Euh.. Ah-hyaugh! Ouch.
hard, rough, scratchy, bare feet, bruised knees, that time they had to pick it out of my torn open hand with tweezers on the way to the hospital for some stitching & repairs back home running bare feet, scratchy, rough, gravel hard, rinse repeat.
The darkness it hides underneath it’s facade. So much more than pavement. More than protection or destruction. It seeps. It eats away at your skin with the mere scratch and sadness.
gravel has to do with something tosmeraes
once upon a time, there was a little boy who traveled far away from his home, and battled many monsters, and slept in far too many huts in the bog.
after he died, he became Gravel.
my feet crunch and roll, crunch and roll until i made it up the pathway. i ahve to curl my toes; the gravel is sharp and cold. in it i see a baby snail shell which i roll over. nothing inside, not even a hermit crab. poor waste of a rock… i throw it into the freedom of the bushes
His voice sounded like gravel on the tape, no doubt from the years of smoking he had afflicted his body with. “I can’t tell you how it felt, nobody will ever know exactly how it felt.” he said, lighting another cigarette. “I can only tell you the facts and hope you feel the same way I did. Then you’ll understand.”
the gravel in his throat produced a melancholy melody
He stepped up the path. Simon knew what he had to do he’s been dreading it for a long time now. The gravel crunched beneath his feet like a warning to the homeowner about it’s impostor. He didn’t care about precautions he just wanted to get the job done.Get in, get out that was the job of the Breaker.
The gravel of the road I once skipped happily down was now riddled with the wear of rain and snow and dirt. I wondered if what I had done here… the love I had had been appropriate. On the gravel street I had my first kiss- with a teacher.
The gravel driveway bit into my feet as I ran barefoot after their car. This would be the last time I saw them for… I didn’t know how long. How can a child of five years process a lapse of 5 more years? It would be a lifetime until my friend would be mine again, and even then, she would no longer be mine.
i didn’t care that the gravel was digging in to my back, jabbing into my skin. I didn’t care that I had grit in one of my eyes, or that i was covered in scratches. Pain was irrelevant. Finally, I was naked, he was naked, and we were at it like animals. Finally.
gravelly voice, like suzanne flechette… except my spelling is off, and my typing is worse, so who knows whether i spelled that correctly.
but that low rumble brings me back to cold winter mornings when you were sick with a cold, just before christmas eve service and our duet, and i knew that you would still sing prettier than me. bitch.
Can’t spell gravel without grave, which is interesting I guess, because some people’s graves are from gravel. In material science, gravel can be added to cement to make it stronger and form concrete.
It stuck to her face after she fell, but she didn’t care. The road was long. The night was young. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted to see sunlight. The night scares her these days. Not for any paticular reason. It just does. She can’t sleep. She wanders around; looking for something. She doesn’t know what. Anything, really. Anything to explain it all. He used to do this too, she remembers.
gravel is awesome. sometimes I eat it. it makes my belly hurt. when my belly hurts, I eat more gravel. and it hurts more. sometimes I use gravel for other things, too. other than eating. sometimes I use it to cover my driveway. but then I can’t walk on it with bare feet. it hurts my bare feet. so I put on shoes. you can’t make shoes out of gravel. that’s one thing you can’t do with gravel, for sure. i know a kid with gravely voice.
When i was little, I walked to school on a gravel road. It was very dusty in warm weather, My brother and I used to collect little rocks and stones and take them home in our pockets.
Have you ever thought about gravel.
Really thought about it?
The shape
The color
The texture
Did you know it’s all sparkly and shiny?
Honestly I’d never given it a second thought.
Until I was laying face down
bleeding
breathing
staring at the tiny rocks.
I’d always walked above and never noticed.
Gravel it lays in driveways. gets stuck in your tires. Is thrown into eyes. Gravel is just plain annoying. This entry is boring as is gravel. So it is only fitting.
Cement is made from separate pieces of rock. Mix me with sand and water and you and we’ll see what we can hold together. I’m just floating in this sea of us.
This time of year I’m usually fighting a cold and my voice is kind of gravelly, which is bad since I like to sing. But my son found this supplement that helps. It was developed by a second grade teacher. I’m not sure how that helps sell the stuff, though.
I was just waiting on the gravel for the bus to come. I like the sound of the tires when they spin violently against the gravel and fling those little rocks in every direction that is almost always in my face’s direction. It’s not pleasant but it is inevitable. I appreciate it and expect it. Gravel is my friend until the bloody end. Thanks Gravel though it sounds like a political leader as well.
Gravel is something that I’ve come into contact with many times. Learning how to ride my bike, running and tripping over myself, riding my bike over it, I’ve had many crashes due to gravel. Yet, gravel is probably one of my favorite things to run on. It’s part of the Earth and I just enjoy being on it, sliding across the hundreds of little granules of dirt.
I hate the feeling of my feet on her gravel driveway.
It reminds me of how much easier I have it than Megan.
Me with my tile floors and my pristine suburban abode.
Her with her ghetto, country, rickety, wood-paneled home.
Maybe she has it better in a way.
At least she can stay in one place.
Hot sun on gravel..Cornwall and i’m 5 years old, trying out a new scooter. The wheels cluck cluck on the stones as they turn faster and faster, My dunlops are super fast with wheels and motor car symbols on. The peeling elaso plast plaster in the bath is not so fast. the pain is awful.
the gravel piles up, like the echoes of our shadows… slowly becoming darker and heavier.
I remember the gravel crunching under our feet. I remember the grass. I remember the leaves. I remember the brick-lined sidewalks. I remember the concrete and the asphalt. I remember the ice and the snow. I remember the tile. I remember the linoleum. I remember the carpet. I remember all the places we walked together while we were in love.
Her voice was gravely but addictive. I couldn’t help but linger over every adjective she tossed into our conversation, every syllable really because I didn’t even know how I knew what she was saying because all I could hear was the tone of her voice in rhythm with the twinkle in her eye
The gravel was stuck in my teeth, in my hair, in my eyes. I tasted cigarette ash and gum residue and the footprints of thousands of people.
The struggle was futile. They just kept walking. They walked right over me. They whistled and didn’t look back. They just let me lie there.
It was all I could do not to cry.
The road crunched underneath my tires, and the occasional rock popped from beneath my car and ringed against the metallic undercarriage. I was driving down this curving gravel road for a reason, but with every moment that passed I was unsure as to why I had considered it to be a good one.
I didn’t want to see my mother. I didn’t want to see my family. What reason had they given me to?
What had they given me?
What the hell is gravel made from? It is only simple pieces of grey material; is it some form of a rock? But then, why are all of the small pieces of gravel grey? Rocks come in so many different colours and shapes, and yet gravel is just one colour. And, for the most part, only one basic shape.
Can gravel be compared to a human? Gravel is made of an unidentifiable material; humans are composed of several different races and when you break it all down it doesn’t matter any more. Gravel is just a simple piece of what is possibly rock; humans are just bodies that take up room on empty trains. We all have a basic size and shape, alike to gravel. And, just like gravel, if we are all put together, you can’t really tell us apart from one another unless you get up close.
But why compare a human, a person with personality and feelings and life to something to unfeeling, so similar to one another and alike? Because us humans are all the same fucking way as well. We all think the same. We all have the same god awful thoughts that haunt us in our sleep.
Let yourself be
f r e e .
Gravel makes me think of a house with parking space. Have you ever tried to walk barefoot on gravel, especially gravel with large sharp pebbles? It hurts.
she walks upon the misty gravel of her late brothers ocean grave; what a tragedy end he faced. she asks herself if she could have ever stopped him, if there was anything she could have said, could have done. without answer, she steps into the ocean — brother i am here with you again.