I pulled the hood of my favourite jumper of my favourite hoodie over my head and then opened the door, walking out into the pouring rain. The contrast between the gentle warmth of the house, and the freezing, wet winter air of outside was immediately noticeable, the goosebumps on my airs raising in anticipation for the icy cold that hung, suspended, in the late autumn weather.
Ian
Then, I saw her. The rich cloak came up around her face and formed a hood through which bright gleaming black eyes shone in the shadows of her face. Her skin was viciously pale as if no ray sun had ever marred it. This was a woman of royalty, royalty of the mysterious kingdom to the north.
Gloria
The hood in my jacket holds me in. Holds the rain drops. Holds the memories. Holds the friends. I take offense when I hear the word hoodlum because it makes a hood sound bad. It isn’t. It brings me together with what is around me. Peacefully and without anything in return.
J
hood. trayvon martin wore a hood. but i don’t really understand why that’s the center of this whole thing. everyone wears hoods. black, white, latino. i wore a hood yesterday, i didn’t get shot. i just don’t get why the hood is the big deal. what about the fact that a seventeen year old boy was shot.
And then there they were, great hooded eyes staring back at me out of the darkness. They were not eyes that I could recognize on a human–it was as if their color was indecisive, swirling from pale yellow to angry spotted reddish blue and then to darkness, almost matching those strange, slitted pupils. My raised flashlight reflected off them like they were a pair of mirrors, instead casting shadows that churned and stretched, tentacle-like, from the source of the eyes and to my feet. The eyes were the distraction, luring me in like a minnow to an anglerfish’s mesmerizing light.
I wonder what Hood Canal looks like today.
The sun is sort of shining, the breeze is dull –
will the water be placid or have the winds decided
to stay there and play with the waves?
He stood in the room alone, waiting for those he knew would come. It was dark, with only a thin stream of light coming from under the closed and locked door. He could hear himself breathing. It was not the quick and harsh breath of one who was afraid, but the smooth and steady breath of one who knew what was to come and was prepared.
They came, finally, their hard, quick steps resounding in the hallway long before the door opened. One of them came to him and the hood was placed over his head before they lead him from the room, his hands tied behind his back.
You can have a hood to your car if your car is normal. You can live in the ‘hood if you want to. You can also wear a hood, because they are good for cold or rainy days. Cobras also have hoods.
The hood. She didn’t want to put it on, but she soon changed her mind. Underneath it she felt hidden from the world. Noone looked at her as she walked down the street.
Edt
The girl pulled tight on the strings dangling from her hood, she was nervous.
She hadn’t been to this neighbourhood in years, for good reason she had kept her distance. She was fearful some of the old folk may see her, lurking behind the shadowy oaks that lined the street corners.
Kirsty
He lifted his hood up over his face, they wouldn’t recognize him on this venture.
Crawling through the sewers was disgusting, but to get into the Louvre, it was worth it. And now the camera’s couldn’t spot his face.
The thief was having a blast, finally it would be his.
I simply take the hood out of the store, then walk away from her sight. Gosh, it was really despicable, and I mean it. Too bad i didn’t see those nice clothes that she wore. Anyway, I continue my journey to the west to find another gateway
Ravi
He likes to admire her in this time of day, when the sun is about to set and she is sitting there, on a chair by the open window. Her body is glowing, her hair liquid gold. And her eyes, her eyes that he carved from marbles and painted it green, stay hooded beneath her lashes, cold and empty and dead.
hi my name is anna i am ten years old i have one sister and three brothers
Anna Kapsner
She wore a hood over her face. I could not tell who she was, but I got the feeling that I knew her. Before I could say something to her she walked quickly away.
Anna Kapsner
I looked behind me, i didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Stop being such a scaredy cat i thought. All these stories of The Hood is just giving you the creeps, they aren’t true. Then i heard a whisper, i felt a chill spread through my body even though it was 80 degrees. i felt something brush by me. dont turn around dont turn around i kept saying but i did, i turned around. i regreted it instantly. there it was, The Hood stood before me and that ment all the stories were true. I was going to have a fate worse then death now. “Come”, the Hood said, “let us finish this”.
Hood… the word hood have different meanings… A hood of a jacket, A hood of a car… Some sweaters has no hood… But some of them has a hood and we all know that!
a hood is a part of a sweater or jacket that you can pull over your head. there are also hoods on cars that you pull down so you car doesn’t have a roof.
A hooded creature stepped from the shadows and lowered its hood, revealing a metallic face with all sorts of holes, metal plates, and screws exposed. It really was quite a horrid sight, it drove people away screaming that the devil was on earth. The man underneath all of the surgery, metal, and, burns was named Alexander King. In popular movies and books the evil character steps out of the shadows, Alexander just didn’t want to scare anyone, he wanted people to accept him for what he was.
Nick F.
The hood on top of me signified that I was hiding from someone. I looked around and saw a person running across starving and thirsty, I shot him and took his stuff, ate his food, and ran up the tree. Nobody can see me I am a spying on the enemy.
Lindy
He wore hooded sweaters. But somehow the hoods never fit right, maybe his head was too tall. Only a thin sliver of his face showed through and the top tapered to a craggy point. But if anyone stopped to talk to him he would risk cold ears and take the hood off.
He walked down the street, dressed in black like a shadow. Moving silently, traipsing across the sidewalk to get home. It was getting dark, and beneath his hood he could see a streetlamp flicker on, sending a chain reaction down the street. Almost past curfew; he would have to hurry.
Little Red Riding Hood in the neighbourhood. An innocent child’s fairytale tangled up with a child’s world today. Gangs with hoods, protecting their streets, their territory. A red hood now no longer has the same meaning as it once did. It was once a child’s story, now it is seen as a sign of fear and intimidation.
little red riding hood. hood wink is the name of the fellow who befriended little red ridinh hood. But why is it that she had a hood? To much of hood ! Man it reminds me of wood. and isn’t Wood another name for boner
Stephen
on your head
Tayyab
Organic chemicals, compounds, what are we but a few bonds and atoms. But feeling, matter, these things matter but matter is not part of this equation. Where does it come from? You tell me, because science can’t explain everything, not love, not happiness, emotions or vibes. No, it’s not just a concoction of hormones or chemical signals, because that still doesn’t tell me. Where. Does. It. Come. From.
we all need a hood in order to hide ourselves.the best and the worst always wear one.choose yours…
james
i have met someone who often wore hood. i mean, he always wore a hoody, and and he pulled up the hood as he worked. i’m still curious what he was thinking while he worked.
I pulled the hood of my favourite jumper of my favourite hoodie over my head and then opened the door, walking out into the pouring rain. The contrast between the gentle warmth of the house, and the freezing, wet winter air of outside was immediately noticeable, the goosebumps on my airs raising in anticipation for the icy cold that hung, suspended, in the late autumn weather.
Then, I saw her. The rich cloak came up around her face and formed a hood through which bright gleaming black eyes shone in the shadows of her face. Her skin was viciously pale as if no ray sun had ever marred it. This was a woman of royalty, royalty of the mysterious kingdom to the north.
The hood in my jacket holds me in. Holds the rain drops. Holds the memories. Holds the friends. I take offense when I hear the word hoodlum because it makes a hood sound bad. It isn’t. It brings me together with what is around me. Peacefully and without anything in return.
hood. trayvon martin wore a hood. but i don’t really understand why that’s the center of this whole thing. everyone wears hoods. black, white, latino. i wore a hood yesterday, i didn’t get shot. i just don’t get why the hood is the big deal. what about the fact that a seventeen year old boy was shot.
And then there they were, great hooded eyes staring back at me out of the darkness. They were not eyes that I could recognize on a human–it was as if their color was indecisive, swirling from pale yellow to angry spotted reddish blue and then to darkness, almost matching those strange, slitted pupils. My raised flashlight reflected off them like they were a pair of mirrors, instead casting shadows that churned and stretched, tentacle-like, from the source of the eyes and to my feet. The eyes were the distraction, luring me in like a minnow to an anglerfish’s mesmerizing light.
I, of course, realized this too late.
I wonder what Hood Canal looks like today.
The sun is sort of shining, the breeze is dull –
will the water be placid or have the winds decided
to stay there and play with the waves?
I ALWAYS wear my hood, even in 100 degree weather.
Hoods can never hide enough of yourself as you want them to.
The rain splattering all over the hood of the car–she preferred its constant knocking over the CD he had burned for her in a rush.
He stood in the room alone, waiting for those he knew would come. It was dark, with only a thin stream of light coming from under the closed and locked door. He could hear himself breathing. It was not the quick and harsh breath of one who was afraid, but the smooth and steady breath of one who knew what was to come and was prepared.
They came, finally, their hard, quick steps resounding in the hallway long before the door opened. One of them came to him and the hood was placed over his head before they lead him from the room, his hands tied behind his back.
You can have a hood to your car if your car is normal. You can live in the ‘hood if you want to. You can also wear a hood, because they are good for cold or rainy days. Cobras also have hoods.
The hood. She didn’t want to put it on, but she soon changed her mind. Underneath it she felt hidden from the world. Noone looked at her as she walked down the street.
The girl pulled tight on the strings dangling from her hood, she was nervous.
She hadn’t been to this neighbourhood in years, for good reason she had kept her distance. She was fearful some of the old folk may see her, lurking behind the shadowy oaks that lined the street corners.
He lifted his hood up over his face, they wouldn’t recognize him on this venture.
Crawling through the sewers was disgusting, but to get into the Louvre, it was worth it. And now the camera’s couldn’t spot his face.
The thief was having a blast, finally it would be his.
His hood covered the grotesque which was his face. When he lifted it, brave men would fall dead from sheer shock.
I simply take the hood out of the store, then walk away from her sight. Gosh, it was really despicable, and I mean it. Too bad i didn’t see those nice clothes that she wore. Anyway, I continue my journey to the west to find another gateway
He likes to admire her in this time of day, when the sun is about to set and she is sitting there, on a chair by the open window. Her body is glowing, her hair liquid gold. And her eyes, her eyes that he carved from marbles and painted it green, stay hooded beneath her lashes, cold and empty and dead.
hi my name is anna i am ten years old i have one sister and three brothers
She wore a hood over her face. I could not tell who she was, but I got the feeling that I knew her. Before I could say something to her she walked quickly away.
I looked behind me, i didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Stop being such a scaredy cat i thought. All these stories of The Hood is just giving you the creeps, they aren’t true. Then i heard a whisper, i felt a chill spread through my body even though it was 80 degrees. i felt something brush by me. dont turn around dont turn around i kept saying but i did, i turned around. i regreted it instantly. there it was, The Hood stood before me and that ment all the stories were true. I was going to have a fate worse then death now. “Come”, the Hood said, “let us finish this”.
A hood is something that is on a jacket, it is used to cover your head.
A hood is the thing that covers your head that is on a jacket.
We be up in the HOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:) yeahh yeahh!!!!!
riding hood red riding hood green riding hood everything
what is a hood?I DEMAND YOU TO TELL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!A hood is a substance that covers your head when it is raining outside.
Hood… the word hood have different meanings… A hood of a jacket, A hood of a car… Some sweaters has no hood… But some of them has a hood and we all know that!
a hood is a part of a sweater or jacket that you can pull over your head. there are also hoods on cars that you pull down so you car doesn’t have a roof.
i were my hood on my hoodie when it rains
i grew up in da hood yal jk
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A hooded creature stepped from the shadows and lowered its hood, revealing a metallic face with all sorts of holes, metal plates, and screws exposed. It really was quite a horrid sight, it drove people away screaming that the devil was on earth. The man underneath all of the surgery, metal, and, burns was named Alexander King. In popular movies and books the evil character steps out of the shadows, Alexander just didn’t want to scare anyone, he wanted people to accept him for what he was.
The hood on top of me signified that I was hiding from someone. I looked around and saw a person running across starving and thirsty, I shot him and took his stuff, ate his food, and ran up the tree. Nobody can see me I am a spying on the enemy.
He wore hooded sweaters. But somehow the hoods never fit right, maybe his head was too tall. Only a thin sliver of his face showed through and the top tapered to a craggy point. But if anyone stopped to talk to him he would risk cold ears and take the hood off.
He walked down the street, dressed in black like a shadow. Moving silently, traipsing across the sidewalk to get home. It was getting dark, and beneath his hood he could see a streetlamp flicker on, sending a chain reaction down the street. Almost past curfew; he would have to hurry.
I live in a hood. A neighborhood to be exact. But none of us act too neighborly if you know what I mean. We never converse unless we have too.
Little Red Riding Hood in the neighbourhood. An innocent child’s fairytale tangled up with a child’s world today. Gangs with hoods, protecting their streets, their territory. A red hood now no longer has the same meaning as it once did. It was once a child’s story, now it is seen as a sign of fear and intimidation.
little red riding hood. hood wink is the name of the fellow who befriended little red ridinh hood. But why is it that she had a hood? To much of hood ! Man it reminds me of wood. and isn’t Wood another name for boner
on your head
Organic chemicals, compounds, what are we but a few bonds and atoms. But feeling, matter, these things matter but matter is not part of this equation. Where does it come from? You tell me, because science can’t explain everything, not love, not happiness, emotions or vibes. No, it’s not just a concoction of hormones or chemical signals, because that still doesn’t tell me. Where. Does. It. Come. From.
It’s only the beginning of understanding.
we all need a hood in order to hide ourselves.the best and the worst always wear one.choose yours…
i have met someone who often wore hood. i mean, he always wore a hoody, and and he pulled up the hood as he worked. i’m still curious what he was thinking while he worked.