There were hundreds of boys piling into the dormitories. There was a loud buzz around the place and everyone was looking very excited by there own noise.
WEST11girl
1 hundred soldiers dead and gone, 100 more beats of my heart.
Hundred is a lot. I think there’s just so many hundreds of billions of things that are possible. That I want to do. And I’m scared there’s not enough time. So it kinda sucks at times. But I’m grateful for a hundred things in my life. My life is better cos of these things.
And it sucks that that it’s so much easier to think of a hundred billion more things that make my life suck. I think human beings should consider this. How many seconds out of a hundred do we spend being happy and grateful. And satisfied. Yep. So that’s basically it. Thanks for reading! :))
Alysia
She couldnt believe it. In front of her is a hundred bucks. She quickly approached it and swiped it. Oh the things she could buy! A pair of shoes! That shorts she’s eyeing for awhile not. A pair of sunglasses! Her mind raced. Five seconds ago, she was a hundred dollars short and now, she’s not! Ah life, she thought blissfully, still clutching the hundred dollar bill, you’ve been too k-
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hey, did you see a hundred dollar bill somewhere around here?”
a hundred times I say No but then my heart says Yes.A hundred times I do what I say and not what I feel. A hundred opportunities go by every minute without ever acting upon.
kim
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
Willow
It took one hundred men to move the large bolder that was displaced after the land slide came and destroyed the African village that my aunt was visiting.
one hundred is a nice number. there are one hundred ones in it. it has an h, u, n, d, r, e, d, in it. yay for hundred. woop. i don’t know what to say here. bananas. this shit is bananas. b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
amelia
I flailed as if one hundred hounds were chattering at my feet. Too much, I had taken too much and gotten too little out of the bargain. How could I continue this charade when I knew the time had come for me to stop. Stop and figure out the ending to my own story.
One hundred moments with him. One hundred days of happiness, one hundred nights of dread. One hundred chances to tell him, but no percentage of courage.
One hundred days without him.
Spence
there are things i would like to do a hundred times and things i would not like to do a hundred times. but maaybe once i have done them that often i want to do them again and the relationship to that number changes again. are we having relationships with numbers? when they are just being 1 all over again all the time. things happen once. and once. and once. but still think that we connect them to the past and the present and therefore a one becomes a different number. one and many at the same time. someone in physics would have a name for that. i just have the thought that maybe i have not been mindful of my ones. and one should always be the number that is closest to the heart. i would still like to look back at lots one 100 good things. there are a few that suit that number. 100 times that someone made me a surprise lunch at work. becaus the best things sometimes are good because they only happen once. marriage. for example is one. other things can happen twice or three times. but a hundred is a weird number. or maybe it is just a 1.
It was familiar. Every year. Yes, every summer. The smell of pinetrees, old comfy clothes and that great feeling when you haven’t had a shower in three days and nobody cares cause they smell just as bad. That great feeling. Yes, it would never get old.
Sto myśli przebiega przez moją głowę. Sto myśli na dzień – ni mniej, ni więcej. Dryfuję między nimi jak bezwolna kra, umierająca, samotna. Zawieszony w bezczasie, zapominam oddychać.
I dunno how many hundred reasons i have for loving you. But i know out of that hundred reasons there is one best reason why i love you, it’s because i love you and i can’t stop loving you. <3
:3
there were hundred soldiers standing in line. i was looking at them. one by one, trying to find a sign of smile in their faces. but what I saw was just hunger for more.
Claudio Donzelli
hundreds of people here and there. People think they know what they are doing but in fact most of the times they do not. People campaigning for public positions say they are serving the community, but in deep they are serving for themselves, for more power and more wealth, status or pleasure. Even those volunteers who selflessly help others, they are lying to themselves too. What they are doing is not to help others, but to get respect and fulfill their esteem needs and self-actualization by helping others. This world is full of lies. Hundreds of lies. Lies not only for others, but also to ourselves.
ifuknowwhatimean
it’s what we measure things relatively to. our civilisation is based around this number, for it is the square of 10, the base of the decimal system, we calculate with, for we have 10 fingers. since our hands are the root of all evil, hundred shall be considered as evil from now on.
washington irving
Hundreds & Thousands dotted the benchtop, rolling from the packets knocked onto its side. Little dots of colour had found themselves in every crevice of the kitchen; a few lay scattered underneath the stovetop, some stuck in the drain of the sink, and, unbelievably, quite a number of them floated leisurely inside the kettle.
Jess
There are hundreds of things in life, missions, fish, stars, songs, emotions, tears, sighs, hellos, whispers, hopes, dreams, minutes, hours, seconds , days , questions, fears, desires, books, words, spoken, unspoken, written, to be written, read. regrets.
Nia
There are hundreds of things in life, missions, fish, stars, songs, emotions, tears, sighs, hellos, whispers, hopes, dreams, minutes, hours, seconds , days , questions, fears, desires, books, words, spoken, unspoken, written, to be written, read. regrets.
Nia
Hundreds of people each day are left starving and these IS something you can do about it. Did you know only $40 can get a family of 5 through a month? Every dollar counts so find a charity and donate, because you could save someone’s life.
Well this word is hundred. It represents a number and probably doesn’t have another meaning. I don’t want to write about it anymore but I have to for some reason. IT IS A NUMBER IN WORD FORM. That it probably about it. Don’t know what else to say.
itzel
kills into the night of nights dreams in the night of hope lives lost into the mire blood rains down upon the hundreds gathered around the noose of the three taken from the one in a hundred soul that is left behind to clean up the messes made
Peter waved a hot-pad in front of the oven, wafting the hot air away from his mask before reaching in to retrieve his prize. Three round cakes, dyed with special food coloring to make them silver, bronze and copper. The colors weren’t perfect, but the idea was there. The adolescent stacked the three on top of each other, covering them with a decently smooth coat of black icing.
Dulcet tones sounded from the practice room down the hall as Peter painstakingly sunk package after package of little red birthday candles into the cake, trying to keep their spacing as even as possible. Just as he managed to get the last candle plunged into the spongy surface, the amplifiers in the other room let out the soft crackle of powering down. Peter knew he didn’t have much time left, and he scrambled with a box of matches to get as many candles lit as he could. He’d managed to get the center few rings blazing bright and dripping red wax by the time the band made it to the kitchen. The three bots were blindfolded over their optics and being led by the arm, bobbing along carefully on the elbows of Steve, Michael, and Sam.
Once the metal men had been gathered around the table, their band-mates removed the blindfolds with a grin. Peter cursed, still trying to get the last ring of candles lit. The middle ones were nearly melted down to the icing by now. He looked up quickly at his friends and family, a familiar smile crowding his cheeks against the cool wooden mask. “Well guys, I tried. Happy hundredth birthday.” He carefully slid the cake across the table to the bots, who seemed pleased as punch by the recognition.
Sam cleared his throat after a moment, “Aren’t you going to blow out the candles?”
Rabbit happily took the initiative and exhaled across the surface of the cake, his flamethrower igniting and melting the last few remaining candles. The black icing somehow appeared even blacker than before, now smouldering slightly. Peter sighed and hoped the fire alarm wouldn’t be triggered again. “I guess it’s good you guys don’t eat cake.”
The Spine winced and took Rabbit by the arm, dragging him away for another lecture on appropriate flamethrower usage. The Jon lingered behind as Peter cut slices for the remaining humans out of what little of the cake he could salvage. With a soft chuckle, the young inventor slid a small sliver across the table to the golden Walterbot, who had to restrain himself from polishing it off in one bite. His koi would appreciate the sentiment.
Hundred… Why is everything always measured out of hundred? I mean what’s wrong with 78 or 56? Why we are always counting back from the one hundred? What’s so special about it?
bahar
I have one hundred wishes in my mind, but they’ll never come true. I wish a hundred flowers, a hundred loves, a hundred books, a hundred cats, a hundred songs, a hundred cups of team a hundred walks in the dark, a hundred stars in the sky and a hundred more wishes.
Autumn
a hundred years ago was a man, a simple man in a simple time. None of the hustle and bustle we have now. No no life was simple back then, trees were greener the sky was bluer
Chad
One hundred. I think of the song that goes “five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes”. It’s a beautiful song.
A hundred is a very round, nice number. It sort of feels whole. Like if there is one hundred of something, it is a good number to have of it.
Lately I seem to have heard a lot of stories about people who have lived to a hundred, and their advice for living to such an age. The advice is very contradictory; some say that they achieved it through eating well, exercising and not working too hard. Then others say that they attribute their old age to drinking scotch every day and enjoying their vices, such as cigarettes, butter and keeping busy. I guess you should just do what you want.
About to reach 100 followers on one of my random blogs. So far I am glad that it’s all because of music, art, and other things instead of porn. Not that I am besmirching the latter, but there’s more to life than that.
Cue the Confetti
There are one hundred different ways to lie on the grass and look at the sky. One hundred different ways to smile . One hundred different times I shouldn’t have done anything else.
stevie
I have a hundred ways in which to describe you; a hundred ways to love you; a hundred ways in which you drive me mad and yet, for all those hundreds, a hundred yous could never make me feel the way you do. In the hundred ways you look at me, love me, forever.
Kika
Oneperson’s life is not worth a hundred, it is worth nothing to their enemies but everything to theirfriends and family.
Sacrifices can be deemed needed, but only to those who don’t know the sacrifice.
Hundred blushing lads crying out for what. Hundred complaints. A hundred doves free yet refusing to take flight. A hundred reasons.
gigi cohen
Hundreds of things could have gone wrong at this moment, but none did.
“I’m sorry… so… so.. sorry..”
The look on his face shown anguish and regret, but as he slid the blade across the man’s neck he couldn’t help but feel a great pleasure inside of him.
This.
Is.
Revenge.
Hundreds of people are born each day. Hundreds of people die each day. Life spins circles around us until it envelops us completely, leaving others to wonder if we were significant at all.
10 hundred miles separated us in our relationship, and for each aching mile, my heart became that much more sore. And yet, I’d still forgive you 10 hundred times more.
There were only 23. 67 were missing. No wait…was is 69? 73? He couldn’t do math that quickly, not with all of the adrenaline running through his head. Why did he forget that shovel? And where was Mona?
There were hundreds of boys piling into the dormitories. There was a loud buzz around the place and everyone was looking very excited by there own noise.
1 hundred soldiers dead and gone, 100 more beats of my heart.
Hundred is a lot. I think there’s just so many hundreds of billions of things that are possible. That I want to do. And I’m scared there’s not enough time. So it kinda sucks at times. But I’m grateful for a hundred things in my life. My life is better cos of these things.
And it sucks that that it’s so much easier to think of a hundred billion more things that make my life suck. I think human beings should consider this. How many seconds out of a hundred do we spend being happy and grateful. And satisfied. Yep. So that’s basically it. Thanks for reading! :))
She couldnt believe it. In front of her is a hundred bucks. She quickly approached it and swiped it. Oh the things she could buy! A pair of shoes! That shorts she’s eyeing for awhile not. A pair of sunglasses! Her mind raced. Five seconds ago, she was a hundred dollars short and now, she’s not! Ah life, she thought blissfully, still clutching the hundred dollar bill, you’ve been too k-
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hey, did you see a hundred dollar bill somewhere around here?”
Cruel.
a hundred times I say No but then my heart says Yes.A hundred times I do what I say and not what I feel. A hundred opportunities go by every minute without ever acting upon.
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
It took one hundred men to move the large bolder that was displaced after the land slide came and destroyed the African village that my aunt was visiting.
one hundred is a nice number. there are one hundred ones in it. it has an h, u, n, d, r, e, d, in it. yay for hundred. woop. i don’t know what to say here. bananas. this shit is bananas. b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
I flailed as if one hundred hounds were chattering at my feet. Too much, I had taken too much and gotten too little out of the bargain. How could I continue this charade when I knew the time had come for me to stop. Stop and figure out the ending to my own story.
One hundred moments with him. One hundred days of happiness, one hundred nights of dread. One hundred chances to tell him, but no percentage of courage.
One hundred days without him.
there are things i would like to do a hundred times and things i would not like to do a hundred times. but maaybe once i have done them that often i want to do them again and the relationship to that number changes again. are we having relationships with numbers? when they are just being 1 all over again all the time. things happen once. and once. and once. but still think that we connect them to the past and the present and therefore a one becomes a different number. one and many at the same time. someone in physics would have a name for that. i just have the thought that maybe i have not been mindful of my ones. and one should always be the number that is closest to the heart. i would still like to look back at lots one 100 good things. there are a few that suit that number. 100 times that someone made me a surprise lunch at work. becaus the best things sometimes are good because they only happen once. marriage. for example is one. other things can happen twice or three times. but a hundred is a weird number. or maybe it is just a 1.
It was familiar. Every year. Yes, every summer. The smell of pinetrees, old comfy clothes and that great feeling when you haven’t had a shower in three days and nobody cares cause they smell just as bad. That great feeling. Yes, it would never get old.
Sto myśli przebiega przez moją głowę. Sto myśli na dzień – ni mniej, ni więcej. Dryfuję między nimi jak bezwolna kra, umierająca, samotna. Zawieszony w bezczasie, zapominam oddychać.
I dunno how many hundred reasons i have for loving you. But i know out of that hundred reasons there is one best reason why i love you, it’s because i love you and i can’t stop loving you. <3
there were hundred soldiers standing in line. i was looking at them. one by one, trying to find a sign of smile in their faces. but what I saw was just hunger for more.
hundreds of people here and there. People think they know what they are doing but in fact most of the times they do not. People campaigning for public positions say they are serving the community, but in deep they are serving for themselves, for more power and more wealth, status or pleasure. Even those volunteers who selflessly help others, they are lying to themselves too. What they are doing is not to help others, but to get respect and fulfill their esteem needs and self-actualization by helping others. This world is full of lies. Hundreds of lies. Lies not only for others, but also to ourselves.
it’s what we measure things relatively to. our civilisation is based around this number, for it is the square of 10, the base of the decimal system, we calculate with, for we have 10 fingers. since our hands are the root of all evil, hundred shall be considered as evil from now on.
Hundreds & Thousands dotted the benchtop, rolling from the packets knocked onto its side. Little dots of colour had found themselves in every crevice of the kitchen; a few lay scattered underneath the stovetop, some stuck in the drain of the sink, and, unbelievably, quite a number of them floated leisurely inside the kettle.
There are hundreds of things in life, missions, fish, stars, songs, emotions, tears, sighs, hellos, whispers, hopes, dreams, minutes, hours, seconds , days , questions, fears, desires, books, words, spoken, unspoken, written, to be written, read. regrets.
There are hundreds of things in life, missions, fish, stars, songs, emotions, tears, sighs, hellos, whispers, hopes, dreams, minutes, hours, seconds , days , questions, fears, desires, books, words, spoken, unspoken, written, to be written, read. regrets.
Hundreds of people each day are left starving and these IS something you can do about it. Did you know only $40 can get a family of 5 through a month? Every dollar counts so find a charity and donate, because you could save someone’s life.
Well this word is hundred. It represents a number and probably doesn’t have another meaning. I don’t want to write about it anymore but I have to for some reason. IT IS A NUMBER IN WORD FORM. That it probably about it. Don’t know what else to say.
kills into the night of nights dreams in the night of hope lives lost into the mire blood rains down upon the hundreds gathered around the noose of the three taken from the one in a hundred soul that is left behind to clean up the messes made
Peter waved a hot-pad in front of the oven, wafting the hot air away from his mask before reaching in to retrieve his prize. Three round cakes, dyed with special food coloring to make them silver, bronze and copper. The colors weren’t perfect, but the idea was there. The adolescent stacked the three on top of each other, covering them with a decently smooth coat of black icing.
Dulcet tones sounded from the practice room down the hall as Peter painstakingly sunk package after package of little red birthday candles into the cake, trying to keep their spacing as even as possible. Just as he managed to get the last candle plunged into the spongy surface, the amplifiers in the other room let out the soft crackle of powering down. Peter knew he didn’t have much time left, and he scrambled with a box of matches to get as many candles lit as he could. He’d managed to get the center few rings blazing bright and dripping red wax by the time the band made it to the kitchen. The three bots were blindfolded over their optics and being led by the arm, bobbing along carefully on the elbows of Steve, Michael, and Sam.
Once the metal men had been gathered around the table, their band-mates removed the blindfolds with a grin. Peter cursed, still trying to get the last ring of candles lit. The middle ones were nearly melted down to the icing by now. He looked up quickly at his friends and family, a familiar smile crowding his cheeks against the cool wooden mask. “Well guys, I tried. Happy hundredth birthday.” He carefully slid the cake across the table to the bots, who seemed pleased as punch by the recognition.
Sam cleared his throat after a moment, “Aren’t you going to blow out the candles?”
Rabbit happily took the initiative and exhaled across the surface of the cake, his flamethrower igniting and melting the last few remaining candles. The black icing somehow appeared even blacker than before, now smouldering slightly. Peter sighed and hoped the fire alarm wouldn’t be triggered again. “I guess it’s good you guys don’t eat cake.”
The Spine winced and took Rabbit by the arm, dragging him away for another lecture on appropriate flamethrower usage. The Jon lingered behind as Peter cut slices for the remaining humans out of what little of the cake he could salvage. With a soft chuckle, the young inventor slid a small sliver across the table to the golden Walterbot, who had to restrain himself from polishing it off in one bite. His koi would appreciate the sentiment.
Hundred… Why is everything always measured out of hundred? I mean what’s wrong with 78 or 56? Why we are always counting back from the one hundred? What’s so special about it?
I have one hundred wishes in my mind, but they’ll never come true. I wish a hundred flowers, a hundred loves, a hundred books, a hundred cats, a hundred songs, a hundred cups of team a hundred walks in the dark, a hundred stars in the sky and a hundred more wishes.
a hundred years ago was a man, a simple man in a simple time. None of the hustle and bustle we have now. No no life was simple back then, trees were greener the sky was bluer
One hundred. I think of the song that goes “five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes”. It’s a beautiful song.
A hundred is a very round, nice number. It sort of feels whole. Like if there is one hundred of something, it is a good number to have of it.
“Cien veces caído, cien veces me levante…”
Lately I seem to have heard a lot of stories about people who have lived to a hundred, and their advice for living to such an age. The advice is very contradictory; some say that they achieved it through eating well, exercising and not working too hard. Then others say that they attribute their old age to drinking scotch every day and enjoying their vices, such as cigarettes, butter and keeping busy. I guess you should just do what you want.
About to reach 100 followers on one of my random blogs. So far I am glad that it’s all because of music, art, and other things instead of porn. Not that I am besmirching the latter, but there’s more to life than that.
There are one hundred different ways to lie on the grass and look at the sky. One hundred different ways to smile . One hundred different times I shouldn’t have done anything else.
I have a hundred ways in which to describe you; a hundred ways to love you; a hundred ways in which you drive me mad and yet, for all those hundreds, a hundred yous could never make me feel the way you do. In the hundred ways you look at me, love me, forever.
Oneperson’s life is not worth a hundred, it is worth nothing to their enemies but everything to theirfriends and family.
Sacrifices can be deemed needed, but only to those who don’t know the sacrifice.
Hundred blushing lads crying out for what. Hundred complaints. A hundred doves free yet refusing to take flight. A hundred reasons.
Hundreds of things could have gone wrong at this moment, but none did.
“I’m sorry… so… so.. sorry..”
The look on his face shown anguish and regret, but as he slid the blade across the man’s neck he couldn’t help but feel a great pleasure inside of him.
This.
Is.
Revenge.
Hundreds of people are born each day. Hundreds of people die each day. Life spins circles around us until it envelops us completely, leaving others to wonder if we were significant at all.
10 hundred miles separated us in our relationship, and for each aching mile, my heart became that much more sore. And yet, I’d still forgive you 10 hundred times more.
There were only 23. 67 were missing. No wait…was is 69? 73? He couldn’t do math that quickly, not with all of the adrenaline running through his head. Why did he forget that shovel? And where was Mona?
“Oh god,” he thought. “Not again.”