I know a guy, I work with him. His last name is Hill. He’s very nice. I know other people with the last name Hill. A girl I went to elementary school .. I didn’t, and don’t like her very much.
Meagan
I looked over the crest, fearing that dreadful apogee. I knew what it meant- what lay beyond it. As I drew nearer, my body fought its progress. My feet grew heavy and my head swam. Never again would I see her.
Steve
They started rising one day, popping up out of nowhere. Bubbling up from the ground. No one could explain it. Little air pockets, they said maybe gravity was getting stronger. And indeed it was. The hills rose higher and eventually popped.
Ron
Uma montanha pode trazer muitas lembranças, como, por exemplo, The Fool on the Hill, dos Beatles, que durante muito tempo tocou meu coração; ou então a casa na montanha que eu penso ter, onde me vejo já velho, agasalhado do frio que faz lá fora, ao redor de livros, com um cachimbo pitando enquanto leio. Boas lembranças. Boas recordações de coisas que não lembro.
fmonteiropinto
I sat upon a hill and pondered it all, the thoughts, scenes, disturbances of the past few months of my life. I’ve learned to hate, distrust, weep in sorrow alone. I feel for the emptiness of others, but am too afraid of my own bottomless pit to be able to bare looking too deeply at theirs. What else could my purpose possibly be?
Lor
On top of the hill stood a man. The man was wearing nothing but a large black overcoat. Looking at the through a telescope, he wondered about the reason for human extistense. The morals and boundaries set by humans had made him “strange” to the rest of society.
Will
Hill is green and very nice. I love to sit on that hill. Would you like to sit on that hill? Let’s be Jack and Jill in imaginary and enjoy our life together.
Sarah Aiken
I saw the fool. He looked so overwhelmed standing there, pondering the ways of mankind. His face was jaded. Nobody wants to know him. He is just the man on the hill. The fool, wasting his time, loving mankind. Don’t worry fool, the time will come.
ih8paper
up the green pastures and blowing sands, i wait for him. from almost a mile away the silhouette of his lanky legs linger until i look away.
he is the love of my current life and i wonder why it is i love him so much.
mennlay
I sat on the hill and looked up at the sky and wondered why there were so many stars in the sky. Taking a seat, the cool breeze caressed my cheek.
Lindsay
The hill towered above the complex. not once did I not look at the hill through the day. I had to. it compelled my everything thought to stare upon it. memories were birthed and raised on that very arche of earth. Oh how long would I last? Last to just see those memories grow in time and see what may further lie ahead of me.
Ashley
the city on the hill. the perfect place to be, the manifestation of everything in our lives that matter. the manifestation of god, a showing of what it’s like to have faith and to believe you can do something with that.
the calvinists came to american in search of the city on the hill, and i am my own pilgirm. i have no faith, just desire.
jane danstrom
A hill is an obstacle in our lives. You never know how big it is till you get to the other side. And when you don’t know these things, you cannot anticipate them. With this, you don’t know how to prepare for them. You have to let life take its course and lead you where you were meant to go. Our hills are everywhere, leading us astray from the vision we see for ourselves.
Zara C
They say that I am over the hill. Does that mean that I am on the way up again? Will it just be one hill after another or is there a time when the hills become mountains. I guess it is best to cross that hill when you come to it.
Wendy
Hill again? Is there another word that you can supply me with? As interesting as it was to write about the dog, and the man chasing the dog, and how it was a game of hunt, I really, really don’t feel writing more about hills. However, I still have about thirty seconds left, so here I am, writing. More of a rant, but still. It’s about hills, and how I am starting to hate this word in this game.
Lin
Upon a hill, there sat a dog. The dog was sitting there, his tail wagging, for, someone was walking up. That someone was currently carrying a leash, and there was a feral look upon his face. The dog, Rob, was waiting; just waiting for him to nearly catch up before he ran off — a game of hunt.
Lin
i rolled on a tall hill down some cardboard and when i got to the bottom of the hill i looked at the length of the hill and it wasn’t until then i had realized how long the hill was that i just rolled down. i thought to myself that was probably the biggest hill ive ever rolled down. then tod rolled down the hill afterwards but he didnt roll down the hill nearly as fast as i rolled down the hill but we both had a lot of fun on that hill that day it was a great hill
poopingtimmy
lol,l seriously this is my third time now.. i already wrote about how dissapointed i was when hill poped up the second time i wrote this thing… cmmon.. oneword.com…y cant u team up w/ dictionary.com or somethign and give us more options than..hill…. errr… lemme recomend some more(btw time’s out again, but who cares i can still write and u can still read what i write) … so …recomendation ..
dog, cat, bussom.. asstrix.. jose, monkey , crack,whaletale, iceballs, doodle, trick, smut, HILL.. , coin, mac, android(<<rocks)… and lays.. ok.. i have xhausted my vocvab, now go merge w/ dictionary.com..
ps: sorry 4 the spelling/puntuation again.
scarfinch
again.. hill??.. serisouly?? what a letdown.. i thought words were chosen at random and when refreshed another one should pop up… but hill… cmmon.. f5, u shud have givven me a better subject matter.. i had higer xpectation.. times up.. how long can i keep writing this?? is there no way to cut off my cursor or something??.. huh??,, i guess not.. sorry for the awful puntuation..
scarfinch
A hill is something we sometimes have to climb in order to get to the valley. The valley sometimes holds the answers.
Tina Hayden
Walking up one makes me winded and as I learn to ride a bike again, I curse them. I think of Four Weddings and a Funeral when the deaf brother was signing about Andie mcDowell’s boobs and it was translates as “hilly.” I miss the hills
Leah
Upon the hill filled with dust…I learn to adjust my breathing…breathing of the air has suddenly filled my soul….purify me..cleanse me…feel the need for more…the hill i climb and unclimb…the hill will forever be up….and up to the top is
audrey
Up and down. Climb and jump. Roll and play. Green and flowery. So playful and childlike. Memories
nae
a rise in the ground that isn’t as big as a mountain but can get pretty big. it can have grass on it or dirt or cement or anything! (:nothing else to write.
olivia
big green beautiful a hike walk trail grass trees train river rolling down the hill as a child when it is filled with snow and getting to the bottom full of wet pants, feet and hair, red cheeks and laughing hysterically. rolling down the grass
Nicole
the foo l ont he hill thought that the sight was very beautiful , yet nostalgic due to the sad colors that protraied the view on the top of the hill.
ana
up and down, jack and jill, tumbling and breaking bones, snapping like twigs. we climbed rope ladders in gym class and cried when our hands burned, picked burs from our fingertips and kissed bruises with chapped lips that hurt more than helped. we kissed under the sunscreen glare of winter, burnt red and swollen like eggs. you were summer, you were fall, you were gone, and the whispers died in the closet, in the box under the stairs.
cee
Down the hill she drove, through the dark, forboding forest. The way the hill fell through the forest made it almost seem she was going into death. To the end of her life. But her future was just passed the trees. It was just beyond the shadow- the light she longed for.
Laura
we sat there for a while.
listening, waiting, watching.
we didn’t know what to expect.
the sun kind of slanted down towards the leaves, casting reflections of its rays towards us. for a moment, as i glanced at him, i wondered if there would be any future for the both of us. maybe there would be something there–perhaps within that sunny island wonderland, we could find our moment of solitude and peace. i waited and waited. finally, he spoke.
“do you see that tree over there?”
i nodded.
“it reminds me of you.”
i felt my heart skip a beat.
“how so?” i asked, hands sweaty.
“it’s stable. solid. concrete.”
melissa
Green
Behind my apartment
So many memories are there
Kisses
Conversations
Hugs
Tears
Cigars
Cigs
Everything I am
And all that I could be
Is there
Davey
upon hills I have seen many things, but never so many things as beautiful as the sky itself. The touch of its gentle nature to the nature of the hills themselves forms the most amazing juxtaposition.
Also, hill, bill, till, gil, jill.
John
the Hill seemed distant and jagged like the back of an alligator. It bounded up and down at irregular intervals.
Phillip
The hill is nothing to care about. It sits by itself, alone. Just sits there. No one cares about it. Loneliness. Simple but complex. It is a mount where you may sit and be with nature.
Alyssia Rain
the wagon picked up speed quickly and i could hear my brothers laughter trailing along behind me as i went barreling down the hill.
msey
Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Hill’s are more fun to go down than to go up. The hard work is only worth it if there is a view.
They remind me of dragons.
Frank
it was a long, treacherous journey up the hill, but something inside of me was pushing me forward regardless; it was as if conquering this steep, rugged terrain would somehow instill a sense of accomplishment, perhaps a sense of confidence
Jen M
once in 7th grade i fell down the hill in front of everyone of the 8th graders coming back from expoloratory. I felt so embarassed! It was so bad I remember them all pointing out the window and laughing, i turned all red, started to blush, and to pretend that I didn’t care…
Jenna
Hills are amazing. There are a lot of them near my town. In the mornings when we go to school on the bus, we fly over many of them. Our bus driver likes to go fast over the hills. The hills are also fun to sled down in the winter time. Lots of snow falls around here too. I can’t easily imagine my life without the hills around here. Life would be so much more dull! I am glad for the hills.
Rika84
the hill can not compare to the mountain, but it has its own value, to give the ground more varieties and let water go different orientation
fei jiang
I climb as high as possible and stand beneath the willow on the hill. A soft gulf breeze blows the long branches and tosses my hair into my eyes. Am I home again? Did I ever leave? They say you can never go home again, and I agree, for I believe you always carry home with you.
I know a guy, I work with him. His last name is Hill. He’s very nice. I know other people with the last name Hill. A girl I went to elementary school .. I didn’t, and don’t like her very much.
I looked over the crest, fearing that dreadful apogee. I knew what it meant- what lay beyond it. As I drew nearer, my body fought its progress. My feet grew heavy and my head swam. Never again would I see her.
They started rising one day, popping up out of nowhere. Bubbling up from the ground. No one could explain it. Little air pockets, they said maybe gravity was getting stronger. And indeed it was. The hills rose higher and eventually popped.
Uma montanha pode trazer muitas lembranças, como, por exemplo, The Fool on the Hill, dos Beatles, que durante muito tempo tocou meu coração; ou então a casa na montanha que eu penso ter, onde me vejo já velho, agasalhado do frio que faz lá fora, ao redor de livros, com um cachimbo pitando enquanto leio. Boas lembranças. Boas recordações de coisas que não lembro.
I sat upon a hill and pondered it all, the thoughts, scenes, disturbances of the past few months of my life. I’ve learned to hate, distrust, weep in sorrow alone. I feel for the emptiness of others, but am too afraid of my own bottomless pit to be able to bare looking too deeply at theirs. What else could my purpose possibly be?
On top of the hill stood a man. The man was wearing nothing but a large black overcoat. Looking at the through a telescope, he wondered about the reason for human extistense. The morals and boundaries set by humans had made him “strange” to the rest of society.
Hill is green and very nice. I love to sit on that hill. Would you like to sit on that hill? Let’s be Jack and Jill in imaginary and enjoy our life together.
I saw the fool. He looked so overwhelmed standing there, pondering the ways of mankind. His face was jaded. Nobody wants to know him. He is just the man on the hill. The fool, wasting his time, loving mankind. Don’t worry fool, the time will come.
up the green pastures and blowing sands, i wait for him. from almost a mile away the silhouette of his lanky legs linger until i look away.
he is the love of my current life and i wonder why it is i love him so much.
I sat on the hill and looked up at the sky and wondered why there were so many stars in the sky. Taking a seat, the cool breeze caressed my cheek.
The hill towered above the complex. not once did I not look at the hill through the day. I had to. it compelled my everything thought to stare upon it. memories were birthed and raised on that very arche of earth. Oh how long would I last? Last to just see those memories grow in time and see what may further lie ahead of me.
the city on the hill. the perfect place to be, the manifestation of everything in our lives that matter. the manifestation of god, a showing of what it’s like to have faith and to believe you can do something with that.
the calvinists came to american in search of the city on the hill, and i am my own pilgirm. i have no faith, just desire.
A hill is an obstacle in our lives. You never know how big it is till you get to the other side. And when you don’t know these things, you cannot anticipate them. With this, you don’t know how to prepare for them. You have to let life take its course and lead you where you were meant to go. Our hills are everywhere, leading us astray from the vision we see for ourselves.
They say that I am over the hill. Does that mean that I am on the way up again? Will it just be one hill after another or is there a time when the hills become mountains. I guess it is best to cross that hill when you come to it.
Hill again? Is there another word that you can supply me with? As interesting as it was to write about the dog, and the man chasing the dog, and how it was a game of hunt, I really, really don’t feel writing more about hills. However, I still have about thirty seconds left, so here I am, writing. More of a rant, but still. It’s about hills, and how I am starting to hate this word in this game.
Upon a hill, there sat a dog. The dog was sitting there, his tail wagging, for, someone was walking up. That someone was currently carrying a leash, and there was a feral look upon his face. The dog, Rob, was waiting; just waiting for him to nearly catch up before he ran off — a game of hunt.
i rolled on a tall hill down some cardboard and when i got to the bottom of the hill i looked at the length of the hill and it wasn’t until then i had realized how long the hill was that i just rolled down. i thought to myself that was probably the biggest hill ive ever rolled down. then tod rolled down the hill afterwards but he didnt roll down the hill nearly as fast as i rolled down the hill but we both had a lot of fun on that hill that day it was a great hill
lol,l seriously this is my third time now.. i already wrote about how dissapointed i was when hill poped up the second time i wrote this thing… cmmon.. oneword.com…y cant u team up w/ dictionary.com or somethign and give us more options than..hill…. errr… lemme recomend some more(btw time’s out again, but who cares i can still write and u can still read what i write) … so …recomendation ..
dog, cat, bussom.. asstrix.. jose, monkey , crack,whaletale, iceballs, doodle, trick, smut, HILL.. , coin, mac, android(<<rocks)… and lays.. ok.. i have xhausted my vocvab, now go merge w/ dictionary.com..
ps: sorry 4 the spelling/puntuation again.
again.. hill??.. serisouly?? what a letdown.. i thought words were chosen at random and when refreshed another one should pop up… but hill… cmmon.. f5, u shud have givven me a better subject matter.. i had higer xpectation.. times up.. how long can i keep writing this?? is there no way to cut off my cursor or something??.. huh??,, i guess not.. sorry for the awful puntuation..
A hill is something we sometimes have to climb in order to get to the valley. The valley sometimes holds the answers.
Walking up one makes me winded and as I learn to ride a bike again, I curse them. I think of Four Weddings and a Funeral when the deaf brother was signing about Andie mcDowell’s boobs and it was translates as “hilly.” I miss the hills
Upon the hill filled with dust…I learn to adjust my breathing…breathing of the air has suddenly filled my soul….purify me..cleanse me…feel the need for more…the hill i climb and unclimb…the hill will forever be up….and up to the top is
Up and down. Climb and jump. Roll and play. Green and flowery. So playful and childlike. Memories
a rise in the ground that isn’t as big as a mountain but can get pretty big. it can have grass on it or dirt or cement or anything! (:nothing else to write.
big green beautiful a hike walk trail grass trees train river rolling down the hill as a child when it is filled with snow and getting to the bottom full of wet pants, feet and hair, red cheeks and laughing hysterically. rolling down the grass
the foo l ont he hill thought that the sight was very beautiful , yet nostalgic due to the sad colors that protraied the view on the top of the hill.
up and down, jack and jill, tumbling and breaking bones, snapping like twigs. we climbed rope ladders in gym class and cried when our hands burned, picked burs from our fingertips and kissed bruises with chapped lips that hurt more than helped. we kissed under the sunscreen glare of winter, burnt red and swollen like eggs. you were summer, you were fall, you were gone, and the whispers died in the closet, in the box under the stairs.
Down the hill she drove, through the dark, forboding forest. The way the hill fell through the forest made it almost seem she was going into death. To the end of her life. But her future was just passed the trees. It was just beyond the shadow- the light she longed for.
we sat there for a while.
listening, waiting, watching.
we didn’t know what to expect.
the sun kind of slanted down towards the leaves, casting reflections of its rays towards us. for a moment, as i glanced at him, i wondered if there would be any future for the both of us. maybe there would be something there–perhaps within that sunny island wonderland, we could find our moment of solitude and peace. i waited and waited. finally, he spoke.
“do you see that tree over there?”
i nodded.
“it reminds me of you.”
i felt my heart skip a beat.
“how so?” i asked, hands sweaty.
“it’s stable. solid. concrete.”
Green
Behind my apartment
So many memories are there
Kisses
Conversations
Hugs
Tears
Cigars
Cigs
Everything I am
And all that I could be
Is there
upon hills I have seen many things, but never so many things as beautiful as the sky itself. The touch of its gentle nature to the nature of the hills themselves forms the most amazing juxtaposition.
Also, hill, bill, till, gil, jill.
the Hill seemed distant and jagged like the back of an alligator. It bounded up and down at irregular intervals.
The hill is nothing to care about. It sits by itself, alone. Just sits there. No one cares about it. Loneliness. Simple but complex. It is a mount where you may sit and be with nature.
the wagon picked up speed quickly and i could hear my brothers laughter trailing along behind me as i went barreling down the hill.
Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Hill’s are more fun to go down than to go up. The hard work is only worth it if there is a view.
They remind me of dragons.
it was a long, treacherous journey up the hill, but something inside of me was pushing me forward regardless; it was as if conquering this steep, rugged terrain would somehow instill a sense of accomplishment, perhaps a sense of confidence
once in 7th grade i fell down the hill in front of everyone of the 8th graders coming back from expoloratory. I felt so embarassed! It was so bad I remember them all pointing out the window and laughing, i turned all red, started to blush, and to pretend that I didn’t care…
Hills are amazing. There are a lot of them near my town. In the mornings when we go to school on the bus, we fly over many of them. Our bus driver likes to go fast over the hills. The hills are also fun to sled down in the winter time. Lots of snow falls around here too. I can’t easily imagine my life without the hills around here. Life would be so much more dull! I am glad for the hills.
the hill can not compare to the mountain, but it has its own value, to give the ground more varieties and let water go different orientation
I climb as high as possible and stand beneath the willow on the hill. A soft gulf breeze blows the long branches and tosses my hair into my eyes. Am I home again? Did I ever leave? They say you can never go home again, and I agree, for I believe you always carry home with you.