okay so there this hill right. and it has grass on it and its the most grass you’ve ever seen on any hill. at the top of the hill is a tree. but this isn’t about the tree its about the hill. so this hill start off at the bottom and it goes up slowly on a slant like a lot of hills. there is a cave in this hill too. but again not about the cave.. just the hill. its a good hill.
bry
I am going up this hill of education. I am so excited about my future life. But, I feel as if I am living in 2010 and not in 2008.
Brittney
hills are tall and they resemble mountains but they are mostly green not grey and white and don’t have snow on them during spring and summer
Taylor
gently sloping green tree filled land that reaches to the sky. from the top you can see the area around you and the environment that this piece of land sits in. Hoping when I get to the top I can see more beautiful land with a river or lake.
cyndi
I’m on a hill, all by myself, nobody is there, nobody is here. As far as I can see. I turn myself aroung my axis to look for others, but nothing!
No plants except grass.
markus
I have 60 seconds to write about a hill. Each moment is feeding into another moment that is leading me to think about green things. Green things on hills like flowers and trees and whatnot. I feel like my life is very opposite to hills these days. But maybe there is a hill that will be more interesting to talk about than the hill that is in my life right now, which is my job. Oh well, I’ll have to try this again sometime.
NT
Some days you just face that big hill. And you think to yourself that you can’t make it. It is so hard to go up that hill. But just tell yourself that you can do it and it will be worth it in the end. Just remember there is the other side to that hill that will be a blast to go down!
Heather Connors
hills are large, green, grassy bubbles protruding from an otherwise flat and basic country side. providing a slight change from an ordinary plain, hills give us hope that just as this lawn has grown and changed into something new, we too will someday be able to follow its example in becoming different.
alex clyatt
i used to live up a lonely hill, all well paved, but unusually hot under the asphalt. it took a while to realize it was the nearest point of the earth’s surface to hell.
felipe
jack and jill went up a hill and tumbled down with their shoes in a crown. One went back up and said to the other… “you wouldn’t wanna have to explain that one to my mother”.
mary yohn
It’s time to run away, far far up the hill.
Time to go go go. To run away from slavery
That you somehow enjoy
and hate at the same time.
Dawn
jack and jill went up the hill. a rough walk it was. Boulders and stones along the way at the top was a well rich in crystal clear water and a basket with a rather frayed rope attached to retrieve about a liter at a time.
me
I rode up the hill only to find myself falling back down again. The effort of having to repeat my journey of rising and descending, like the crashing waves of the ocean’s water. Such is life.
Elaina
I trace the hills and contours of your body with my finger as if I am drawing you
You are my creation and you, all of you, are mine
yoo
jack and jill. hill like white elephants. we read that my sophomore year of high school. abortion, that makes me really uncomfortable which is weird cause i am not at all religious and usually really liberal. It also seems weird that my boyfriend, who is much more religious, is much more comfortable
Helen
the hill was monumental. we’d walk down every day to the bus stop. on icy days, we’d slide down – screaming with glee. walking up, however was hardly as much fun.
sky
Jill on the pill, went up and realized she was over the hill, named Jimmy.
paul
The green grasses of the hill were illuminated by the bright blue sky. The puffy white clouds looks as if they were going to fall down out of the sky at me. It was so amazing. I just wanted to climb it.
Brittney
hill again, i got this once before,
i believe hills are metaphors for obstacles to surpase in our lives, little ones that god puts out to challenge us
naomi lewis-lett
Green, full of dirt, and to some hard to climb.
Roxanne
hill again. I refreshed my broswer several times to try for another word than hill. Ok, fine hill it is. I never liked hill street blues. I loved benny though. rip benny.
sebastian
on top of a hill lay jack’s left shoe… did he fall down or was it jill? jack and jill fell up… no wait, jack and jill WENT up the hill to fetch a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and JILL CAME TUMBLING AFTER!!!
maryke
If you wish to be able to climb the mountain, first you must be able to tackle the smaller hills that life puts in front of you.
Andy
up the creek I paddled, shit thicker than goo, and just as trite. where do I shove this rock?
Jackye Chan
Hills are green and large, they roll on for what seems forever.We run over them to forget our worries we run far into the horizon with the hills seeming to never stop coming.
Felicia
i walked up that hill, but could go no farther. it was the hill of my life that went to the end. i have no place left to go. so i’ll roll down that hill and start all over.
john
grassy smooth green luxury. Rolling and endless. Freedom and release through endless opportunity. Unfettered and unfenced. Away from humanity
Anna
another hill to climb. that doesn’t mean that I’ll actually make it to the top. what it does mean is that i’ve done my best to get there. there isn’t a time when I’ve not said that if there’s a hill to be at, it’s the one that scares you. that isn’t right. I don’t want to climb this hill any more. it’s not mine. it doesn’t belong to me. and i can’t remember: i do remember.
jared
that was the hill i climbed when I was 10. the pear shpaed hill that found it’s calling in the morning. when i had fevers that sprouted red spots and i misee my m other. i loved that bool. i was looking for a pear shaped hill my hole life after raeding.
there was a time i thought that i found it. but i was worng. totally. it’s not that I wanted to be wroing.
jared
A little hill with green blades of grass growing up its side. It’s a giant, an ancient from times past. It has seen love, hate, war, peace. It has seen man grow and fall. Cities burn and rise. It has seen all this and is still sad.
It will never know these things only see them, experience them but will not feel them.
dotJack
The hill. It’s like a little mountain. To me, it is less majestic, but much more familiar. It is much more fun to lay on a hill and watch the clouds roll by, then stand on a hill and watch the world below you. It gives you an idea for how insignificant we really are. While mountains can be fun and exciting, hills are comfortable and humbling, while at the same time similar to mountains. All in all, I would love to live in a hill, like a hobbit, then live on a mountain.
Jason
I sat cross legged, staring into space and wondering why God could choose me for this indescribable life. My life was impossible, yet I lived it. I am proud to be an aspie.
Hannah
We stood at the top of the hill, gazing at the sprawling sunset before us. Hands tightly clenched, we breathlessly gazed at each other, preparing ourselves for what we knew would be our end. “Are you ready?” I breathed. His response was one of fear
Rachel
hi…i suppose…i dont really get this very well…ah well, hello anyways, nice to meet u
anna
hills are green and are around me. Sometimes I want to roll down them. Maybe it’s silent hill. That’s scary. Why does it seem that many horror files have hills in them. But generally I think rolling hills. Hills, small mountains. Mountains that didn’t quite make it. I like climbing hills.
BZ
High on the hill in the meadow there was a man who was very sad. It seemed his skin was nearly swallowing him whole for so heavy was the weight of his sorrow. It seems his son had not too long ago left him, and the sadness was too much to bear.
Soon, a woman came to meet him. She knelt at his feet and asked him to explain the tears. He spoke in a whisper… I cannot.
Nikki
s are alive with the sound of music. with songs they have sung for a thousand yeeeearsssssss. the hills are alive….with the sound of music. bah bah bah….bee booop…….bah bah black sheep have you any wool? yes sir yes sir three bags full….
Carrie
The grassy landscape sloped down to form a hill, where the small black tomcat was sure he’d trip and fall, head-over-tails, to the bottom. If he did that, he would surely break his neck. And yet, he found his paws prickling with a sense of adventure, and his body quivering with excitement. The ginger cat next to him stretched, gaping her large jaws in a massive yawn. Her muscles rippled underneath her silky coat as she moved forward, shoulders tensing.
“What is it?” the tomcat asked, pricking his ears.
The she-cat next to him didn’t reply; nor did the kit, who stood on his other side.
Kaze
there was a hill, it was tall, and green, and readt a b d c g dghdolgfnbldk sdfkhsduhfsiohf sdf,msdflkshdflhsldfskljdfsldflskslslsl, hoof slapper, hahahaha, hampser, hello, pickle, hiccups! ahahahahaha
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so
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foe
crow
bob
big beautiful green with lots of sunshine and ttwo old people holding hands living together and loving eachother for many many years. they have two dogs and a cat, alaso take care of other wild animals together. They lead a very happy life far from reality and city crowds
okay so there this hill right. and it has grass on it and its the most grass you’ve ever seen on any hill. at the top of the hill is a tree. but this isn’t about the tree its about the hill. so this hill start off at the bottom and it goes up slowly on a slant like a lot of hills. there is a cave in this hill too. but again not about the cave.. just the hill. its a good hill.
I am going up this hill of education. I am so excited about my future life. But, I feel as if I am living in 2010 and not in 2008.
hills are tall and they resemble mountains but they are mostly green not grey and white and don’t have snow on them during spring and summer
gently sloping green tree filled land that reaches to the sky. from the top you can see the area around you and the environment that this piece of land sits in. Hoping when I get to the top I can see more beautiful land with a river or lake.
I’m on a hill, all by myself, nobody is there, nobody is here. As far as I can see. I turn myself aroung my axis to look for others, but nothing!
No plants except grass.
I have 60 seconds to write about a hill. Each moment is feeding into another moment that is leading me to think about green things. Green things on hills like flowers and trees and whatnot. I feel like my life is very opposite to hills these days. But maybe there is a hill that will be more interesting to talk about than the hill that is in my life right now, which is my job. Oh well, I’ll have to try this again sometime.
Some days you just face that big hill. And you think to yourself that you can’t make it. It is so hard to go up that hill. But just tell yourself that you can do it and it will be worth it in the end. Just remember there is the other side to that hill that will be a blast to go down!
hills are large, green, grassy bubbles protruding from an otherwise flat and basic country side. providing a slight change from an ordinary plain, hills give us hope that just as this lawn has grown and changed into something new, we too will someday be able to follow its example in becoming different.
i used to live up a lonely hill, all well paved, but unusually hot under the asphalt. it took a while to realize it was the nearest point of the earth’s surface to hell.
jack and jill went up a hill and tumbled down with their shoes in a crown. One went back up and said to the other… “you wouldn’t wanna have to explain that one to my mother”.
It’s time to run away, far far up the hill.
Time to go go go. To run away from slavery
That you somehow enjoy
and hate at the same time.
jack and jill went up the hill. a rough walk it was. Boulders and stones along the way at the top was a well rich in crystal clear water and a basket with a rather frayed rope attached to retrieve about a liter at a time.
I rode up the hill only to find myself falling back down again. The effort of having to repeat my journey of rising and descending, like the crashing waves of the ocean’s water. Such is life.
I trace the hills and contours of your body with my finger as if I am drawing you
You are my creation and you, all of you, are mine
jack and jill. hill like white elephants. we read that my sophomore year of high school. abortion, that makes me really uncomfortable which is weird cause i am not at all religious and usually really liberal. It also seems weird that my boyfriend, who is much more religious, is much more comfortable
the hill was monumental. we’d walk down every day to the bus stop. on icy days, we’d slide down – screaming with glee. walking up, however was hardly as much fun.
Jill on the pill, went up and realized she was over the hill, named Jimmy.
The green grasses of the hill were illuminated by the bright blue sky. The puffy white clouds looks as if they were going to fall down out of the sky at me. It was so amazing. I just wanted to climb it.
hill again, i got this once before,
i believe hills are metaphors for obstacles to surpase in our lives, little ones that god puts out to challenge us
Green, full of dirt, and to some hard to climb.
hill again. I refreshed my broswer several times to try for another word than hill. Ok, fine hill it is. I never liked hill street blues. I loved benny though. rip benny.
on top of a hill lay jack’s left shoe… did he fall down or was it jill? jack and jill fell up… no wait, jack and jill WENT up the hill to fetch a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and JILL CAME TUMBLING AFTER!!!
If you wish to be able to climb the mountain, first you must be able to tackle the smaller hills that life puts in front of you.
up the creek I paddled, shit thicker than goo, and just as trite. where do I shove this rock?
Hills are green and large, they roll on for what seems forever.We run over them to forget our worries we run far into the horizon with the hills seeming to never stop coming.
i walked up that hill, but could go no farther. it was the hill of my life that went to the end. i have no place left to go. so i’ll roll down that hill and start all over.
grassy smooth green luxury. Rolling and endless. Freedom and release through endless opportunity. Unfettered and unfenced. Away from humanity
another hill to climb. that doesn’t mean that I’ll actually make it to the top. what it does mean is that i’ve done my best to get there. there isn’t a time when I’ve not said that if there’s a hill to be at, it’s the one that scares you. that isn’t right. I don’t want to climb this hill any more. it’s not mine. it doesn’t belong to me. and i can’t remember: i do remember.
that was the hill i climbed when I was 10. the pear shpaed hill that found it’s calling in the morning. when i had fevers that sprouted red spots and i misee my m other. i loved that bool. i was looking for a pear shaped hill my hole life after raeding.
there was a time i thought that i found it. but i was worng. totally. it’s not that I wanted to be wroing.
A little hill with green blades of grass growing up its side. It’s a giant, an ancient from times past. It has seen love, hate, war, peace. It has seen man grow and fall. Cities burn and rise. It has seen all this and is still sad.
It will never know these things only see them, experience them but will not feel them.
The hill. It’s like a little mountain. To me, it is less majestic, but much more familiar. It is much more fun to lay on a hill and watch the clouds roll by, then stand on a hill and watch the world below you. It gives you an idea for how insignificant we really are. While mountains can be fun and exciting, hills are comfortable and humbling, while at the same time similar to mountains. All in all, I would love to live in a hill, like a hobbit, then live on a mountain.
I sat cross legged, staring into space and wondering why God could choose me for this indescribable life. My life was impossible, yet I lived it. I am proud to be an aspie.
We stood at the top of the hill, gazing at the sprawling sunset before us. Hands tightly clenched, we breathlessly gazed at each other, preparing ourselves for what we knew would be our end. “Are you ready?” I breathed. His response was one of fear
hi…i suppose…i dont really get this very well…ah well, hello anyways, nice to meet u
hills are green and are around me. Sometimes I want to roll down them. Maybe it’s silent hill. That’s scary. Why does it seem that many horror files have hills in them. But generally I think rolling hills. Hills, small mountains. Mountains that didn’t quite make it. I like climbing hills.
High on the hill in the meadow there was a man who was very sad. It seemed his skin was nearly swallowing him whole for so heavy was the weight of his sorrow. It seems his son had not too long ago left him, and the sadness was too much to bear.
Soon, a woman came to meet him. She knelt at his feet and asked him to explain the tears. He spoke in a whisper… I cannot.
s are alive with the sound of music. with songs they have sung for a thousand yeeeearsssssss. the hills are alive….with the sound of music. bah bah bah….bee booop…….bah bah black sheep have you any wool? yes sir yes sir three bags full….
The grassy landscape sloped down to form a hill, where the small black tomcat was sure he’d trip and fall, head-over-tails, to the bottom. If he did that, he would surely break his neck. And yet, he found his paws prickling with a sense of adventure, and his body quivering with excitement. The ginger cat next to him stretched, gaping her large jaws in a massive yawn. Her muscles rippled underneath her silky coat as she moved forward, shoulders tensing.
“What is it?” the tomcat asked, pricking his ears.
The she-cat next to him didn’t reply; nor did the kit, who stood on his other side.
there was a hill, it was tall, and green, and readt a b d c g dghdolgfnbldk sdfkhsduhfsiohf sdf,msdflkshdflhsldfskljdfsldflskslslsl, hoof slapper, hahahaha, hampser, hello, pickle, hiccups! ahahahahaha
know
so
blow
know
grow
soe
so
row
foe
crow
big beautiful green with lots of sunshine and ttwo old people holding hands living together and loving eachother for many many years. they have two dogs and a cat, alaso take care of other wild animals together. They lead a very happy life far from reality and city crowds