hills are beautiful. I’m not going to go so in depth as to say anything profound because I honestly can think of nothing profound to do with a hill. I could say that they are metaphorical. And in a sense I’d be right. It depends how much thought you, the reader, want to put into any metaphor I could come up with. Hills are important on the road of life. Hills teach us to climb, to face our obstacles. But those are all metaphors
Taylor
there are people running down the emerald slope in droves. they cannot stop. they run faster as they reach the bottom. what’s going to happen? they will probably have to continue running up the next incline a bit before they can stop. it is a beautiful overcast day.
Conor Riley
I once lived in on a hill. It was called 5 mile hill although it wasn’t 5 miles high or 5 miles long. It was 5 miles to me though. It was where I lived.
Hill
on the top of the hill stands a man. who is this man I ask? It is the person that I fear most in this world. This man is the idea of capitalism. This man at the top of the hill is the real world. I have to face this man in a few years and I am afraid that I am not ready. What will he think of me when I stand toe to toe with him? I will know when the time comes.
Who?
I’m coming up
I’ve got a world to see
the sun is up and now is the time
to see my kingdom and the best way to conquer it
all over again
just as my idols before me
No matter who has seen these slopes before me
Their time has passed
only I hold this magnificent future
in my sights
like a hunter on an unsuspecting knoll
Geoff
a place where lovers meet and fate is forged. Great hill tops host the fortresses of old.
How many wars have begun and ended upon the great rolling hills.
Hills are the watchers of time and space.
Max
There is a girl in my class named Nicole Hill. I remember when she first moved here wondering why the hell everybody liked her so much…She’s a dingbat not to mention that she’s not pretty at all. Hill is a really random word to be given…I picture like a grassy flowery hill on a sunny day.
Fawna
the hill was beautifalle. La collina molta bene. So lovely was it’s aura, i dreamed of it for hours.
mark
I sat on top of the hill, looking at the lake below. It was blue, not normal lake-water blue…but Dorothy’s dress from the Wizard of Oz blue. I knew it would be a good day. And even though I was still sitting on the hilltop alone, a year after Michael left, I was happy.
Lindsey
dude i just had this one, i don’t want to write two excerpts about hills. what do i gotta do to make another one. this is boring, the first time is half as fun as the last one.
blitz
over the hills and far away nigthwish , green hills, grass tall, fresh air, i feel like jumping off a high hill. landing in water
Xally
And I can never cross you.
I gave up, too. Gave up and passed you right by.
And I look back and see you, less of the mountain you were and more of a pathetic little hill.
I’m sure if I were to go back, you’d tower over me again once more.
Ю Биш
big hills make you go faster on bikes. one time i went 50 mph down one. no joke
seriously. im not kidding
me and my friend dan did it on the border of ny and massachushits on our way from rochester ny to boston.
blitz
the hills are alive with the sound of music, I’d love to write at the top that hill, so calm and so sensual I want to make love at the very top of a hill.
Ixshel
The sun shone down, turning the leaves to fire. We walked through their blaze, hand in hand, through the autumnal air rich with the scents of the small town, of lavender and somewhere in the distance a wood fire. We walked, as we had every day for the last 50 years, and though our bodies protested more now, our hearts soared as ever.
David E.
the hill was large. It stood at the base of the mountain rainge like the child of a giant. and yet, a child, yet a giant it was. we would climb it and see what it had to offer. but there was nothing. it was a hilll like the last we had climbed.it was another hill. we would soon find more
brian
walking across the expanse of land, stretching as far as the eye could see, i thought of the hill. In less than a day I would be there, once again, where I had died so long ago, where I’d been reborn so long ago.
Matias
I watched them as they climbed. Intrepid. Their heads bent against the wind, and their determination as they faced the cold. Their boots crunched in the fresh snow as white accumulated on their clothes, almost like they were being erased from existence. They were approaching the summit, their faces unafraid, excited. They had reached their goal, and now for the payoff. They readied themselves for what they had been waiting for, what they had worked for.
Three small children screamed down the small hill at Lily Park on their toboggan, while their dog, Camus, looked on.
Martha
I ran down a hill and came upon a beautiful white horse. I held my hand out to her and she hesitantly came to me. All around us the world was full of life. Green pastures flooded out to infinity and flowers were everywhere the eye could see.
Aubs
At the end of my life, I hope that someone lays out a topographical map of who I am. Marking the hill that is my heart, the valley that is my spirit, the river that is my faith; and they will say to themselves, I hope my road travels this far.
Audrey
this word is my last name. also it is the word for a small mountain.
cora
hill green brilliant beautiful..perfect when the sun shines down near the break of the day a picturesque view. Postcard view.. the kind you send to your grandma. The beautiful hill near the break of the day. So wonderful.. masterful.. amazing.. green
Nick Spyker
on top of a hill is a place where my friends and i go and hang out every night. thats a place where we all feel alive.. that hill is a great place to be, a great place that makes us. we are more friends because of that hill. that hill is a hill of friendship, love and happiness… i will never forget that hill….
Sonam Phuntsho
on the hill of who we used to be we dreamed of things we’ve forgotten. in spite of these little things that tore us down, i wonder if you miss it as much as i do.
jkvern
a hill is a small mountain. my town has lots of hills around it. it is nice to climb hills on cool days. i love hills. they are very cool to look at. people wrote poems about hills but i did not write any. some hills are coverd with trees while others are barren.
tenzin
It can’t be far now. They told me it was just up this hill. I see the crest now. At the top I’m looking down on rows and rows of tombstones. It has to be here somewhere.
Anna
is too high for me cause im sleepin in a sack and want to fall into the sea of blood. too bad there aint much beer in the sun cause then i would be able to burst full of orange glow. aiiiiigueheyalita this i not where my brain is moving i am am too functional for something so …stuck
j
i sat atop a hill, completely surrounded by time
and a myriad whirl of possibliltes esconced me, and the errant noise of the highway within me did not drain the moment of its beauty but instead solidified my hope.
Lore
Everybody climbs one in life, there is nothing that I can think of that is worse than the top of the hill. It’s like your whole life you are climbing up this hill until you finally reach the top. It’s a hard way up, but once you get over it, the run down is really amazing.
Krez
I ran up the hill and watched the sunset on sunday evening. it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Phelice
Can I ever make it up the hill? Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. My personal hill is just getting bigger and bigger, though I know that my hill isn’t as high or as steep as some others’ hills. Lucky me.
Beth
I think about Lord of the Rings and that terrible character Tom Bombadil. I fucking hated that guy. He was a total fag, and he had the little hobbits running around naked with him. What a creeper. Now I should probably go to bed but I don’t really want to. That bar is getting awful red.
sarah
heard everything i wanted to about the place on the hill. i just tried to decide what i should do about it. left the place empty and set it on fire. no lives up there to live. empty den of solid guilt.
kevin marcaccio
there is a hill that almost looks like a mountain, though that’s because I’m lying on my back w/ eyes squinted. I wanted to climb it and see the other side, but was far too lazy.
mypriendmike
i climb up it everyday, every single day. i tried taking the A train instead…the neighborhood is way too sketchy that way though…so i walk up the hill, and when i get to the top, i may be late – my lighter may not be working (and god, how i need that cig when i hit the top), but either way i feel accomplished – this is due to the fact that i do not exercise, i suppose; regardless, i feel accomplished – and i haven’t even started my day. so fuck the A train – i’m sticking to the 1 local, uptown.
alice
On the top of the hill i see all my life passing by, and i’m just watching, im passing by, and i need to do better, i need to grow, i need to find you, i need to find love.
Anne
You run up the hill you run down the hill no real beginning or end that’s just how it is. What you do has no real meaning its only a constant reminder of the next obstacle
chuck
so hard to climb
so high above
a top that is out of reach
Nidgoth
The major hill we will all climb is the hill of life.
Alyssa
One Tree Hill is a show that I just cannot get myself to watch. I know nothing about it, but it strikes me as more droll teenie-bopper bullshit that the world would be much better without. Maybe getting rid of shows like this could even increase the IQ of our nation’s youth.
hills are beautiful. I’m not going to go so in depth as to say anything profound because I honestly can think of nothing profound to do with a hill. I could say that they are metaphorical. And in a sense I’d be right. It depends how much thought you, the reader, want to put into any metaphor I could come up with. Hills are important on the road of life. Hills teach us to climb, to face our obstacles. But those are all metaphors
there are people running down the emerald slope in droves. they cannot stop. they run faster as they reach the bottom. what’s going to happen? they will probably have to continue running up the next incline a bit before they can stop. it is a beautiful overcast day.
I once lived in on a hill. It was called 5 mile hill although it wasn’t 5 miles high or 5 miles long. It was 5 miles to me though. It was where I lived.
on the top of the hill stands a man. who is this man I ask? It is the person that I fear most in this world. This man is the idea of capitalism. This man at the top of the hill is the real world. I have to face this man in a few years and I am afraid that I am not ready. What will he think of me when I stand toe to toe with him? I will know when the time comes.
I’m coming up
I’ve got a world to see
the sun is up and now is the time
to see my kingdom and the best way to conquer it
all over again
just as my idols before me
No matter who has seen these slopes before me
Their time has passed
only I hold this magnificent future
in my sights
like a hunter on an unsuspecting knoll
a place where lovers meet and fate is forged. Great hill tops host the fortresses of old.
How many wars have begun and ended upon the great rolling hills.
Hills are the watchers of time and space.
There is a girl in my class named Nicole Hill. I remember when she first moved here wondering why the hell everybody liked her so much…She’s a dingbat not to mention that she’s not pretty at all. Hill is a really random word to be given…I picture like a grassy flowery hill on a sunny day.
the hill was beautifalle. La collina molta bene. So lovely was it’s aura, i dreamed of it for hours.
I sat on top of the hill, looking at the lake below. It was blue, not normal lake-water blue…but Dorothy’s dress from the Wizard of Oz blue. I knew it would be a good day. And even though I was still sitting on the hilltop alone, a year after Michael left, I was happy.
dude i just had this one, i don’t want to write two excerpts about hills. what do i gotta do to make another one. this is boring, the first time is half as fun as the last one.
over the hills and far away nigthwish , green hills, grass tall, fresh air, i feel like jumping off a high hill. landing in water
And I can never cross you.
I gave up, too. Gave up and passed you right by.
And I look back and see you, less of the mountain you were and more of a pathetic little hill.
I’m sure if I were to go back, you’d tower over me again once more.
big hills make you go faster on bikes. one time i went 50 mph down one. no joke
seriously. im not kidding
me and my friend dan did it on the border of ny and massachushits on our way from rochester ny to boston.
the hills are alive with the sound of music, I’d love to write at the top that hill, so calm and so sensual I want to make love at the very top of a hill.
The sun shone down, turning the leaves to fire. We walked through their blaze, hand in hand, through the autumnal air rich with the scents of the small town, of lavender and somewhere in the distance a wood fire. We walked, as we had every day for the last 50 years, and though our bodies protested more now, our hearts soared as ever.
the hill was large. It stood at the base of the mountain rainge like the child of a giant. and yet, a child, yet a giant it was. we would climb it and see what it had to offer. but there was nothing. it was a hilll like the last we had climbed.it was another hill. we would soon find more
walking across the expanse of land, stretching as far as the eye could see, i thought of the hill. In less than a day I would be there, once again, where I had died so long ago, where I’d been reborn so long ago.
I watched them as they climbed. Intrepid. Their heads bent against the wind, and their determination as they faced the cold. Their boots crunched in the fresh snow as white accumulated on their clothes, almost like they were being erased from existence. They were approaching the summit, their faces unafraid, excited. They had reached their goal, and now for the payoff. They readied themselves for what they had been waiting for, what they had worked for.
Three small children screamed down the small hill at Lily Park on their toboggan, while their dog, Camus, looked on.
I ran down a hill and came upon a beautiful white horse. I held my hand out to her and she hesitantly came to me. All around us the world was full of life. Green pastures flooded out to infinity and flowers were everywhere the eye could see.
At the end of my life, I hope that someone lays out a topographical map of who I am. Marking the hill that is my heart, the valley that is my spirit, the river that is my faith; and they will say to themselves, I hope my road travels this far.
this word is my last name. also it is the word for a small mountain.
hill green brilliant beautiful..perfect when the sun shines down near the break of the day a picturesque view. Postcard view.. the kind you send to your grandma. The beautiful hill near the break of the day. So wonderful.. masterful.. amazing.. green
on top of a hill is a place where my friends and i go and hang out every night. thats a place where we all feel alive.. that hill is a great place to be, a great place that makes us. we are more friends because of that hill. that hill is a hill of friendship, love and happiness… i will never forget that hill….
on the hill of who we used to be we dreamed of things we’ve forgotten. in spite of these little things that tore us down, i wonder if you miss it as much as i do.
a hill is a small mountain. my town has lots of hills around it. it is nice to climb hills on cool days. i love hills. they are very cool to look at. people wrote poems about hills but i did not write any. some hills are coverd with trees while others are barren.
It can’t be far now. They told me it was just up this hill. I see the crest now. At the top I’m looking down on rows and rows of tombstones. It has to be here somewhere.
is too high for me cause im sleepin in a sack and want to fall into the sea of blood. too bad there aint much beer in the sun cause then i would be able to burst full of orange glow. aiiiiigueheyalita this i not where my brain is moving i am am too functional for something so …stuck
i sat atop a hill, completely surrounded by time
and a myriad whirl of possibliltes esconced me, and the errant noise of the highway within me did not drain the moment of its beauty but instead solidified my hope.
Everybody climbs one in life, there is nothing that I can think of that is worse than the top of the hill. It’s like your whole life you are climbing up this hill until you finally reach the top. It’s a hard way up, but once you get over it, the run down is really amazing.
I ran up the hill and watched the sunset on sunday evening. it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Can I ever make it up the hill? Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. My personal hill is just getting bigger and bigger, though I know that my hill isn’t as high or as steep as some others’ hills. Lucky me.
I think about Lord of the Rings and that terrible character Tom Bombadil. I fucking hated that guy. He was a total fag, and he had the little hobbits running around naked with him. What a creeper. Now I should probably go to bed but I don’t really want to. That bar is getting awful red.
heard everything i wanted to about the place on the hill. i just tried to decide what i should do about it. left the place empty and set it on fire. no lives up there to live. empty den of solid guilt.
there is a hill that almost looks like a mountain, though that’s because I’m lying on my back w/ eyes squinted. I wanted to climb it and see the other side, but was far too lazy.
i climb up it everyday, every single day. i tried taking the A train instead…the neighborhood is way too sketchy that way though…so i walk up the hill, and when i get to the top, i may be late – my lighter may not be working (and god, how i need that cig when i hit the top), but either way i feel accomplished – this is due to the fact that i do not exercise, i suppose; regardless, i feel accomplished – and i haven’t even started my day. so fuck the A train – i’m sticking to the 1 local, uptown.
On the top of the hill i see all my life passing by, and i’m just watching, im passing by, and i need to do better, i need to grow, i need to find you, i need to find love.
You run up the hill you run down the hill no real beginning or end that’s just how it is. What you do has no real meaning its only a constant reminder of the next obstacle
so hard to climb
so high above
a top that is out of reach
The major hill we will all climb is the hill of life.
One Tree Hill is a show that I just cannot get myself to watch. I know nothing about it, but it strikes me as more droll teenie-bopper bullshit that the world would be much better without. Maybe getting rid of shows like this could even increase the IQ of our nation’s youth.