It was a mud hut, with a mud floor and a straw roof, suitable only for keeping the lightest of drizzle off its inhabitants.
Anonymous
Pizza huts. People live in huts. HUT HUT GO HIKE. Football. Where are huts? I want to visit one now. The colors up top are distracting me and I can’t come up with anything else related to hut.
Juan
The tiny hut sheltered the dark skinned people. Small, cozy, and filled with a hot steam that stood as thick as smoke, the boy couldn’t bring himself to leave. Cold air whisked at the doors curtain as he held his legs together to shield himself. There was not way he was going out there, not even if his mother beat him.
Anon
you can live in them?
it rhymes with butt, and cut.
Emma
For ideals man boy lolitia
Pirlo
There were too many children in the small hut. They lived together, crowded. There was never enough food to fill the hungry mouths. Their mother wished for better, or she had before the days when she realized that hopes were wasted on such wants.
Anonymous
I wonder what it would be like to live in a hut. Cramped, I’m sure. Dark, that’s a plus. I’m a huge supporter of the use of fire. It’s free, it’s fun, and all you need to do is throw a stick in there to keep it aflame. Is that the right word, “aflame”? I’ve never had to use it before.. I wouldn’t know.
December 18th, 2009
Christine D. O.
Pigmies live in a hut, I remember watching them in class in 5th grade and thought – “why are they showing us naked ladies in school – I’m too little for this stuff.” Those naked pigmey ladies have always stayed with me, haunting me to this day!
Michelle
I would see the place every morning in the distance when I would go out back to hang up the laundry. It had a grass roof, just like the ones I’d since on TV as a child. But at night a light burned through the window. It was on all night, if I’d get up to check on the baby, and glance out the window at 3 am the light was on. Who was in that hut? What were they doing? I am wanted to know.
domzy
I remember sitting in India looking at the grass hut near my family’s home. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen… simple, yet beautiful. But it made me grateful for the life I live in America.
Ann
Oh, the Jhonka, he lives in a hut! If you ask him he’ll say You took his riches, but really he’s just scared of the Kerrek.
Mark S.
I need a hut. I need a spare place on a quiet beach. sun in the morn, waves breaking on the shore. When the sun sets I need the creepy sounds of night as long as I have a bottle of red wine and a 42″ HD TV with the NFL network.
Tommy Hut
Huts are like people
humble yet greedy
they long for attention
they want to feel people inside them
feel their love
feel them there
just to know
that someone cares
Lola
In the hut off the beaten trail of the garden, I pulled out the rake and a pair of shears. It was time to clean this place up, and prune back the many branches and vines that shaded out the sun and made the whole place smell musty and overgrown with moss.
Kujaku
there were some indians who lived in a hut. they liked eggs. and bacon. and tuna and swam in the river with the fishes every morning before making eggs and bacon and tuna. and they liked feathers because they thought the feathers were magic and had spirits in them.
kiki
A small hut at the end of the muddy road. Inside this dwelling there lived an elf who actually was a holy man. You would never have guessed it.
Chris G
Hut. Always makes me think of Nancy Drew, for some reason. Sounds like a place she would be solving a mystery, no?
missthemarch
Come on now, how many of you wrote Jabba????
R.F.I.
I always wanted to live in a hut…but hopefully a nice hut…on a nice beach. I’d sell bbq’d chicken from a small grill that would be next to my chair on the beach. Just chicken…maybe a drink or two…but that’s about it. People would come from around the world for my awesome bbq’d chicken sandwiches.
Jeremy
Like jaba. Like te eskimos. Protected and fearful. What do we do next?
Jamkwon
I used to live in a hut. A small hut, not made of grass, but made of brick. It was small, but it was a roof over my head, and I was thankful for that, given my circumstances at the time. I miss the hut, but not the reasons for living there.
Mike Landry
I wonder how many peoples first thought was “Jabba the….” I know that was mine. But I also love Star Wars so perhaps my viewpoint is a little skewed.
Tony
small living house brown natural forest green dirt cold wet
sarah
I love pizza hut! Their pizza has never tasted so good. Lol. Though i can hardley enjoy life now, if you wanna know why just read my blog at thelife.rush.tumblr.com ;3
Alma hernandez
It was bitter cold. The split logs piled outside the cabin were crusted with snow that fell before the end of the world. You and I sat inside the cabin, watching the earth become nothing.
Dana
On the outscirts of a small village in the mountains there sat an unassuming wooden hut. How it got there no one knew, but it was as mucha part of the village as anything else
Anonymous
The hut is just a building.
It cant quite hold the love he gives her.
It can bridge these two worlds and make them possible.
Her smile hits the ceiling as she pulls him in closer.
E.J.
i want to escape to a hut by the sea for a little while. to cast off the contraints of daily life and monotony. i want to live in and for the sea, bask in the sun, take time to feel the waves wash over me and make me clean, make me whole, make me me again. i wan the healing and loving embrace of the ocean to make me better again.
erin
There once was a boy who lived in a hut. The hut was in the middle of an island. No one knew how the hut got there. It was a small little hut made of straw. No one knew how the boy got there either. The boy was seven years old, living by himself, feeding on coconuts. This boy was no ordinary boy.
Not finished
log huts is the name of a hotel in india
uri
The house was small, no more than a hut. Yet it held all that was dear to the man: his guns, his knives, and his cat.
Gino
shaha
Anonymous
haGRIDS HUT is really nice and neat, harry went there plenty of times in his life in hogwarts. i like huts. In the harry potter game you can enter harry’s hut
i had a lego of the hut. hut sounds like hat.
yakov
I don’t know what does this word mean. I’m requested to write about it but I have no idea about its meaning. So, I will not add any thing to
Abdelrahman Altaweel
I wasn’t awake. She had already boiled the water and roasted the corn. Having slept under the hole in the roof I woudl’ve thought her angry. She smiled, and offered to bathe and feed me. It had rained the night before but there was still some water floating in the sky. The mountain was surrounded by fog, and my brother was already up on a ladder, with a wide smile and a “Muli Uli!” She followed me as I walked in to the bath, old banana leaves on wood frames, and stones for a floor. She was a beautiful, pleasant faced woman. She wouldn’t have been such a beauty if she’d been my real mother. Bathing in the rain awake is nothing like bathing in the rain asleep. Or so she told me.
Loser
Pizza. Jabba.
Russ@openstate.co.uk
Nice site gor you all4you dark loli
TopMna
The room I sit in is large and part of an apartment, but in truth it feels like a small hut.
Thus goes student living I suppose.
I didn’t know that I would find part of myself in this hut. That I would realize that my path in school is not like many other peoples’. And certainly not like that of my sorority sisters.
But that is why it is a hut. Because I am alone in my hut, finding my spirit.
Tori.
hut is not hat and not hate/ do we live in it?
navah
i love huts. they are so beutiful. most of the pepole don’t understand that a hut is more then just something to put on your head. it is a way of life.
It was a mud hut, with a mud floor and a straw roof, suitable only for keeping the lightest of drizzle off its inhabitants.
Pizza huts. People live in huts. HUT HUT GO HIKE. Football. Where are huts? I want to visit one now. The colors up top are distracting me and I can’t come up with anything else related to hut.
The tiny hut sheltered the dark skinned people. Small, cozy, and filled with a hot steam that stood as thick as smoke, the boy couldn’t bring himself to leave. Cold air whisked at the doors curtain as he held his legs together to shield himself. There was not way he was going out there, not even if his mother beat him.
you can live in them?
it rhymes with butt, and cut.
For ideals man boy lolitia
There were too many children in the small hut. They lived together, crowded. There was never enough food to fill the hungry mouths. Their mother wished for better, or she had before the days when she realized that hopes were wasted on such wants.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a hut. Cramped, I’m sure. Dark, that’s a plus. I’m a huge supporter of the use of fire. It’s free, it’s fun, and all you need to do is throw a stick in there to keep it aflame. Is that the right word, “aflame”? I’ve never had to use it before.. I wouldn’t know.
December 18th, 2009
Pigmies live in a hut, I remember watching them in class in 5th grade and thought – “why are they showing us naked ladies in school – I’m too little for this stuff.” Those naked pigmey ladies have always stayed with me, haunting me to this day!
I would see the place every morning in the distance when I would go out back to hang up the laundry. It had a grass roof, just like the ones I’d since on TV as a child. But at night a light burned through the window. It was on all night, if I’d get up to check on the baby, and glance out the window at 3 am the light was on. Who was in that hut? What were they doing? I am wanted to know.
I remember sitting in India looking at the grass hut near my family’s home. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen… simple, yet beautiful. But it made me grateful for the life I live in America.
Oh, the Jhonka, he lives in a hut! If you ask him he’ll say You took his riches, but really he’s just scared of the Kerrek.
I need a hut. I need a spare place on a quiet beach. sun in the morn, waves breaking on the shore. When the sun sets I need the creepy sounds of night as long as I have a bottle of red wine and a 42″ HD TV with the NFL network.
Huts are like people
humble yet greedy
they long for attention
they want to feel people inside them
feel their love
feel them there
just to know
that someone cares
In the hut off the beaten trail of the garden, I pulled out the rake and a pair of shears. It was time to clean this place up, and prune back the many branches and vines that shaded out the sun and made the whole place smell musty and overgrown with moss.
there were some indians who lived in a hut. they liked eggs. and bacon. and tuna and swam in the river with the fishes every morning before making eggs and bacon and tuna. and they liked feathers because they thought the feathers were magic and had spirits in them.
A small hut at the end of the muddy road. Inside this dwelling there lived an elf who actually was a holy man. You would never have guessed it.
Hut. Always makes me think of Nancy Drew, for some reason. Sounds like a place she would be solving a mystery, no?
Come on now, how many of you wrote Jabba????
I always wanted to live in a hut…but hopefully a nice hut…on a nice beach. I’d sell bbq’d chicken from a small grill that would be next to my chair on the beach. Just chicken…maybe a drink or two…but that’s about it. People would come from around the world for my awesome bbq’d chicken sandwiches.
Like jaba. Like te eskimos. Protected and fearful. What do we do next?
I used to live in a hut. A small hut, not made of grass, but made of brick. It was small, but it was a roof over my head, and I was thankful for that, given my circumstances at the time. I miss the hut, but not the reasons for living there.
I wonder how many peoples first thought was “Jabba the….” I know that was mine. But I also love Star Wars so perhaps my viewpoint is a little skewed.
small living house brown natural forest green dirt cold wet
I love pizza hut! Their pizza has never tasted so good. Lol. Though i can hardley enjoy life now, if you wanna know why just read my blog at thelife.rush.tumblr.com ;3
It was bitter cold. The split logs piled outside the cabin were crusted with snow that fell before the end of the world. You and I sat inside the cabin, watching the earth become nothing.
On the outscirts of a small village in the mountains there sat an unassuming wooden hut. How it got there no one knew, but it was as mucha part of the village as anything else
The hut is just a building.
It cant quite hold the love he gives her.
It can bridge these two worlds and make them possible.
Her smile hits the ceiling as she pulls him in closer.
i want to escape to a hut by the sea for a little while. to cast off the contraints of daily life and monotony. i want to live in and for the sea, bask in the sun, take time to feel the waves wash over me and make me clean, make me whole, make me me again. i wan the healing and loving embrace of the ocean to make me better again.
There once was a boy who lived in a hut. The hut was in the middle of an island. No one knew how the hut got there. It was a small little hut made of straw. No one knew how the boy got there either. The boy was seven years old, living by himself, feeding on coconuts. This boy was no ordinary boy.
log huts is the name of a hotel in india
The house was small, no more than a hut. Yet it held all that was dear to the man: his guns, his knives, and his cat.
shaha
haGRIDS HUT is really nice and neat, harry went there plenty of times in his life in hogwarts. i like huts. In the harry potter game you can enter harry’s hut
i had a lego of the hut. hut sounds like hat.
I don’t know what does this word mean. I’m requested to write about it but I have no idea about its meaning. So, I will not add any thing to
I wasn’t awake. She had already boiled the water and roasted the corn. Having slept under the hole in the roof I woudl’ve thought her angry. She smiled, and offered to bathe and feed me. It had rained the night before but there was still some water floating in the sky. The mountain was surrounded by fog, and my brother was already up on a ladder, with a wide smile and a “Muli Uli!” She followed me as I walked in to the bath, old banana leaves on wood frames, and stones for a floor. She was a beautiful, pleasant faced woman. She wouldn’t have been such a beauty if she’d been my real mother. Bathing in the rain awake is nothing like bathing in the rain asleep. Or so she told me.
Pizza. Jabba.
Nice site gor you all4you dark loli
The room I sit in is large and part of an apartment, but in truth it feels like a small hut.
Thus goes student living I suppose.
I didn’t know that I would find part of myself in this hut. That I would realize that my path in school is not like many other peoples’. And certainly not like that of my sorority sisters.
But that is why it is a hut. Because I am alone in my hut, finding my spirit.
hut is not hat and not hate/ do we live in it?
i love huts. they are so beutiful. most of the pepole don’t understand that a hut is more then just something to put on your head. it is a way of life.