“Bloody hell! Morris, why did you leave the fire to burn down again! There’s ice in my beard!”
Groggy, the cold numbing his bones, William got up and realized he was alone. The vastness of the forest laden with a fresh coating of snow from the night before caused him to shiver. He looked around for signs of footprints or other evidence that the night before had been merely a part of his nightmares. As waking life took a firm hold on his body he realized it was only wishful thinking. The dogs had broken loose, his companion had died, and the bear that was the cause of his misery had scattered their stores along the ground. Alone and forgotten in the wilderness Bill began to feel like he would cry, but realized his eyes would freeze shut if he did. Grumbling in his gruff voice and shaking the snow from his beard he began to go about relighting the fire in hopes that the warmth would save him from the bitter cold and that the smoke would save him from his loneliness.
Cecil Baird
I climbed, slowly and painfully, up the hill. I didn’t know why, but I had to reach the top. Something was there, I needed it, and so I climbed without complaint.
kady
At the top was a little plaque commemorating. we didn’t remember what anymore. 16th September 2004, it said, and every anniversary we’d go up and get steaming drunk at the summit. twenty years ago now, and nobody’s bothered to look it up. it’s… it’s kinda beyond the point by now. Pass me another…
crabmuffins
the place from which you can observe everything, and sometimes a fool lives there.
Aasmund
there is a big hill thaqt you walk up on and when you get to the top you can fall down the hill like jack and jill so go up the hill and fetch a pale of water and bump your head and fall down, but when you get to the bottom you need to climb back up that hill and don’t let it beat you you have to beat that hill and climb that hill.
Jared
i was walking up a hill one day when I came across a pig who was having a picnic. I didn’t join him bit carried on and watched the sunset rise on the top of the hill. it was beautiful. I just sat there, admiring the sunset in all it’s glory…breathtaing. A slight shill on the air added to the ambience, it teased my nose with my hair, I wante to share this moment with someone, but who? Who could I share it with. I start day dreaming, always day-dreaming, but rarely fulfilling to making it happen…
carly
grassy knoll conspiracy frodo lives under one bodies are buried in there by indians i am not an indian, but i like them seems
cjs
sunshine over the hill
rise and shine, morning glory
get out of bed, and get to it
a busy day lies ahead.
over the hill and through the forest
to grandma’s house you go,
ski, skip, little bumblebee
with your backet of merriment and
that blissful smile upon your face.
Raini
The girl sat at the bottom of the hill. She looked up and thought to her self how high up it was, There will never be away that I’ll reach the top and then she saw some one coming down and they looked at her and said “I thought that I would never reach the bottom.” “What is at the top at the top” she asked. And the boy replied.”Not you.”
Emily
I climbed up the hill slowly and surely. Who knew what i would find on the other side. Freedom? Inner Peace? Destruction? Hell? All i knew was that whatever lay ahead for me, would be a definite improvement of my past.
missy
I climbed up the hill slowly and surely. Who knew what i would find on the other side. Freedom? Inner Peace? Destruction? Hell? All i knew was that whatever lay ahead for me, would be a definite improvement of my past.
missy
A hill in the distance loomed, as the sun rose behind it. Early morning dew upon the grass glistened with spring and life bloomed.
Mike
a hill
a large hill
with one tree
and an infinite story
is where we sat
the night we kissed
and all things melted away.
matt
i ran on top of the hill and saw a huge city on the other side
steph
Hills are very small compared to mountains. There are mostly rolling. I do not know what else to write about hills. So I guess this is all I know about hills. Sometimes I like to hike up hills, I know my children likes to roll down hills.
mike
I go up and then back down rolling in a barrel trying to think about why I am doing this. There’s a pain in my hand and a gash in my head but I’m still rolling down this hill. Spinning and spinning my life out of control as I go. I can’t stand this lack of control and yet everything is so much easier now. I don’t have to decide which way should I go. I just roll and roll down this hill.
Michael
hills are a pain.
hills are part of nature, and therefore beautiful. necessary. hills are what makes the leaf colored trees in Indiana most beautiful.
Jerri C.
One fine day I was walking up a hill. It was a boring day, to say the least. I mean, all I have to say about it is that I walked up a hill. I guess I took a shower, but that was after I walked up the hill, so i wouldn’t stink after doing so (its pretty nasty to walk up a really long hill and be sweaty all day)
Danny
jack and jill wnt up the hill to fech a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and jill went tumbling after him. Then they had kids and they could never go up the hill because mom said it was to dangerouse and they cried all the way home.
Eva
I love a hill. They are always are and always will be a symbol of the female form to me. There is just something feminine about them. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to so fuck you if you make me. You asshole. You fucking asshole!
George Forman
I remember the hill that took my legs. I was 16 but thought I was 8. I was invincible until i reached the bottom. No one mentioned the stump or the rocks, or how when I flipped, it might be on my lower spine. Now even the slightest incline is a major hill for me to climb.
aaron
The hill was only a small bump, but on this day, after all that had happened, it seemed like Mount Everest!
c
jack and jill can be completed by anyone they knew they went up the hill and yet do we know who jack and jill are what they want how they felt that morning how they feel about eachother and if they were really just going for water because really the more we know it we know less and its frustrating that its only words now and there is no hill.
Nick
I sat on the hill top, and thought about him, about how the breeze reminded me of his whispers, and how the vast greenery reminded me of his wide warm arms.
Sarah K
I walked up the hill, out of breath, not because it was a strenuous hike, but because the view was amazing. Set before me was a brilliant gold sunset encassed by purple clouds. The monstrous mountains in the distance were snowcapped.
Barb
i slept on hte hill that night, it was so beautiful. i miss my hill, the serenity, the clouds, the night sky. the one who laid next to me all night. it was passion, it was life. my hill kept me grounded; yet, we were so high in the sky
k
the hill was a very big and steep thing for me to climb. i struggled very much to make it to the top! but once to the top of the hill i then got to climb back down and look back up at the top of the hill that i just got to climb to the top of! it was a great accomplishment! i am very proud of my climing that dang hill!
Ryan
Life is like walking up a hill. When the going gets tough you think “if I can just make it to the next flat place then all will be fine”. And if you really try, you will get to that place of rest but then you look up again and see the next leg of the trek and off you go because there is no choice. You can’t just stay in one spot, there is too much energy in life and it keeps pressing you on, like a shark that must keep moving forward or die. And so you stand up, dust off your seat and start again. Upward and onward. And when you get to the next plateau and find something good awaiting you then you are so happy that you made the trip. And if there is peril awaiting you then you know to shake it off, get up, stand tall and start walking again. The sooner the better and that will pay off in the end, too.
Paulie
i kept tripping my shoelaces muddy with a grassy hill a bump a sticky soil cutting in a flying perfume
Aviv Cohn
The hill was green and just sat there in the middle of a peaceful countryside in England. It was full of daisy’s and other various flowers which made it look like a scene from a idealistic picture you would see in a travel brochure.
ellen
Hills! Mountain biking, climbing up hills and racing down them with adrenaline pumping both directions. Fighting gravity one direction, and letting it propel you the other.
PherricOxide
that day was remembered by everyone in our city that ten elephants ran towards our village fastly.we scared…
siva
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siva
There is a tree at the top of the hill that marks his grave. Climbing the hill each day is harder and harder each time. After twenty years, they thought she’d stop, but she persists in her Sisyphean effort to lay flowers. Everyone knows he didn’t love her. But she loved him and still does. Today she stands, panting, to lay lilies on black granite. She’ll be back tomorrow with fresh flowers in hand.
Nagi
we climbed up that once, and then you talked about school and about brain medicine and i was trying to listen but i was really hot in the sun and all those apples were falling and i was trying to look like the kind of girl who looks pretty on a hill by apple trees.
a
I was so scared that we would fall off the back of the ute, as my dad rolled slowly down the hill. I hung on, tightly, wondering how the dogs managed to stay on so well…
Katia
one tree hill. it’s curvy and windey and it’s fun when you let go of the handlebars when you ride down it. hill street blues. covered in grass. the hills are alive. i love to roll down them. i’m done.
emily
When a man tumbles, there are few things he can really do. Really, I mean. Really. Sure, there are an assortment of factors that can be run through, scenarios that might be addressed: but in the end, he is broken, or he might stand. That’s all.
The Fool
Walking down the hill, they couldn’t see the clouds above. But none the other, they were there. Making the sun disappear, it got colder as a steep turn was taken.
Sarah Brandt
There is a hill behind my house with a villa atop the hill. Cinghiale come down that hill at night and threaten our gardens and pets. If there was not the hill it would be warmer here. But the view from up there, oh the view. I wouldn’t give that up.
“Bloody hell! Morris, why did you leave the fire to burn down again! There’s ice in my beard!”
Groggy, the cold numbing his bones, William got up and realized he was alone. The vastness of the forest laden with a fresh coating of snow from the night before caused him to shiver. He looked around for signs of footprints or other evidence that the night before had been merely a part of his nightmares. As waking life took a firm hold on his body he realized it was only wishful thinking. The dogs had broken loose, his companion had died, and the bear that was the cause of his misery had scattered their stores along the ground. Alone and forgotten in the wilderness Bill began to feel like he would cry, but realized his eyes would freeze shut if he did. Grumbling in his gruff voice and shaking the snow from his beard he began to go about relighting the fire in hopes that the warmth would save him from the bitter cold and that the smoke would save him from his loneliness.
I climbed, slowly and painfully, up the hill. I didn’t know why, but I had to reach the top. Something was there, I needed it, and so I climbed without complaint.
At the top was a little plaque commemorating. we didn’t remember what anymore. 16th September 2004, it said, and every anniversary we’d go up and get steaming drunk at the summit. twenty years ago now, and nobody’s bothered to look it up. it’s… it’s kinda beyond the point by now. Pass me another…
the place from which you can observe everything, and sometimes a fool lives there.
there is a big hill thaqt you walk up on and when you get to the top you can fall down the hill like jack and jill so go up the hill and fetch a pale of water and bump your head and fall down, but when you get to the bottom you need to climb back up that hill and don’t let it beat you you have to beat that hill and climb that hill.
i was walking up a hill one day when I came across a pig who was having a picnic. I didn’t join him bit carried on and watched the sunset rise on the top of the hill. it was beautiful. I just sat there, admiring the sunset in all it’s glory…breathtaing. A slight shill on the air added to the ambience, it teased my nose with my hair, I wante to share this moment with someone, but who? Who could I share it with. I start day dreaming, always day-dreaming, but rarely fulfilling to making it happen…
grassy knoll conspiracy frodo lives under one bodies are buried in there by indians i am not an indian, but i like them seems
sunshine over the hill
rise and shine, morning glory
get out of bed, and get to it
a busy day lies ahead.
over the hill and through the forest
to grandma’s house you go,
ski, skip, little bumblebee
with your backet of merriment and
that blissful smile upon your face.
The girl sat at the bottom of the hill. She looked up and thought to her self how high up it was, There will never be away that I’ll reach the top and then she saw some one coming down and they looked at her and said “I thought that I would never reach the bottom.” “What is at the top at the top” she asked. And the boy replied.”Not you.”
I climbed up the hill slowly and surely. Who knew what i would find on the other side. Freedom? Inner Peace? Destruction? Hell? All i knew was that whatever lay ahead for me, would be a definite improvement of my past.
I climbed up the hill slowly and surely. Who knew what i would find on the other side. Freedom? Inner Peace? Destruction? Hell? All i knew was that whatever lay ahead for me, would be a definite improvement of my past.
A hill in the distance loomed, as the sun rose behind it. Early morning dew upon the grass glistened with spring and life bloomed.
a hill
a large hill
with one tree
and an infinite story
is where we sat
the night we kissed
and all things melted away.
i ran on top of the hill and saw a huge city on the other side
Hills are very small compared to mountains. There are mostly rolling. I do not know what else to write about hills. So I guess this is all I know about hills. Sometimes I like to hike up hills, I know my children likes to roll down hills.
I go up and then back down rolling in a barrel trying to think about why I am doing this. There’s a pain in my hand and a gash in my head but I’m still rolling down this hill. Spinning and spinning my life out of control as I go. I can’t stand this lack of control and yet everything is so much easier now. I don’t have to decide which way should I go. I just roll and roll down this hill.
hills are a pain.
hills are part of nature, and therefore beautiful. necessary. hills are what makes the leaf colored trees in Indiana most beautiful.
One fine day I was walking up a hill. It was a boring day, to say the least. I mean, all I have to say about it is that I walked up a hill. I guess I took a shower, but that was after I walked up the hill, so i wouldn’t stink after doing so (its pretty nasty to walk up a really long hill and be sweaty all day)
jack and jill wnt up the hill to fech a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and jill went tumbling after him. Then they had kids and they could never go up the hill because mom said it was to dangerouse and they cried all the way home.
I love a hill. They are always are and always will be a symbol of the female form to me. There is just something feminine about them. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to so fuck you if you make me. You asshole. You fucking asshole!
I remember the hill that took my legs. I was 16 but thought I was 8. I was invincible until i reached the bottom. No one mentioned the stump or the rocks, or how when I flipped, it might be on my lower spine. Now even the slightest incline is a major hill for me to climb.
The hill was only a small bump, but on this day, after all that had happened, it seemed like Mount Everest!
jack and jill can be completed by anyone they knew they went up the hill and yet do we know who jack and jill are what they want how they felt that morning how they feel about eachother and if they were really just going for water because really the more we know it we know less and its frustrating that its only words now and there is no hill.
I sat on the hill top, and thought about him, about how the breeze reminded me of his whispers, and how the vast greenery reminded me of his wide warm arms.
I walked up the hill, out of breath, not because it was a strenuous hike, but because the view was amazing. Set before me was a brilliant gold sunset encassed by purple clouds. The monstrous mountains in the distance were snowcapped.
i slept on hte hill that night, it was so beautiful. i miss my hill, the serenity, the clouds, the night sky. the one who laid next to me all night. it was passion, it was life. my hill kept me grounded; yet, we were so high in the sky
the hill was a very big and steep thing for me to climb. i struggled very much to make it to the top! but once to the top of the hill i then got to climb back down and look back up at the top of the hill that i just got to climb to the top of! it was a great accomplishment! i am very proud of my climing that dang hill!
Life is like walking up a hill. When the going gets tough you think “if I can just make it to the next flat place then all will be fine”. And if you really try, you will get to that place of rest but then you look up again and see the next leg of the trek and off you go because there is no choice. You can’t just stay in one spot, there is too much energy in life and it keeps pressing you on, like a shark that must keep moving forward or die. And so you stand up, dust off your seat and start again. Upward and onward. And when you get to the next plateau and find something good awaiting you then you are so happy that you made the trip. And if there is peril awaiting you then you know to shake it off, get up, stand tall and start walking again. The sooner the better and that will pay off in the end, too.
i kept tripping my shoelaces muddy with a grassy hill a bump a sticky soil cutting in a flying perfume
The hill was green and just sat there in the middle of a peaceful countryside in England. It was full of daisy’s and other various flowers which made it look like a scene from a idealistic picture you would see in a travel brochure.
Hills! Mountain biking, climbing up hills and racing down them with adrenaline pumping both directions. Fighting gravity one direction, and letting it propel you the other.
that day was remembered by everyone in our city that ten elephants ran towards our village fastly.we scared…
hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill
There is a tree at the top of the hill that marks his grave. Climbing the hill each day is harder and harder each time. After twenty years, they thought she’d stop, but she persists in her Sisyphean effort to lay flowers. Everyone knows he didn’t love her. But she loved him and still does. Today she stands, panting, to lay lilies on black granite. She’ll be back tomorrow with fresh flowers in hand.
we climbed up that once, and then you talked about school and about brain medicine and i was trying to listen but i was really hot in the sun and all those apples were falling and i was trying to look like the kind of girl who looks pretty on a hill by apple trees.
I was so scared that we would fall off the back of the ute, as my dad rolled slowly down the hill. I hung on, tightly, wondering how the dogs managed to stay on so well…
one tree hill. it’s curvy and windey and it’s fun when you let go of the handlebars when you ride down it. hill street blues. covered in grass. the hills are alive. i love to roll down them. i’m done.
When a man tumbles, there are few things he can really do. Really, I mean. Really. Sure, there are an assortment of factors that can be run through, scenarios that might be addressed: but in the end, he is broken, or he might stand. That’s all.
Walking down the hill, they couldn’t see the clouds above. But none the other, they were there. Making the sun disappear, it got colder as a steep turn was taken.
There is a hill behind my house with a villa atop the hill. Cinghiale come down that hill at night and threaten our gardens and pets. If there was not the hill it would be warmer here. But the view from up there, oh the view. I wouldn’t give that up.