I lodge stuff in between other stuff. And I can’t lodge in HUGE stuff. I know, sad isn’t it. Little stuff gets right in there. It’s FUN!!!!
Levina Broccoli
went to a lodge house and i went with my mom and dad it was fun there was a waterslide there i waz
conner
Lodges are like hotels. I have never gone in one.
Eric
hotel,loaged in something,club
blake
I don’t no no what loage is. That’s why i have nothing to say. So if think i’m going to tell you what it is your wrong PEACE OUT.
Trevor
hotel is my type… lodge is many things…
funkey man
I loge thiings into between other things. To consurve space.
Christina
I don’t know what this means.
damian
My dads uncle has a 80 acre farm % woods and he has a cabin on it he lets us hunt off the land.
Jeff jdog 33
loage is weird i am hopeless i can’t do this help me loage to everybodyy
ALEXANDRIA
i have no clue on this word OK!!!!!!!
awsome damian
dislodged pain;
bullets in the right
side of a brain.
cerebral insan-
ity with pity down
with a sickness through wood
logs in a forest cold
floor biting your toes
and robbing them of
blue blood, red blood
in gold caps that cancelled
thoughts that could have
been your next move;
removed onto a plate
like shattered glass.
Autopsty explains
a tipsy shot from a
dreary life in a lodge.
Tony
I mean, it’s not even a home. It’s just a place you go and say, “This isn’t there, at least.” Need to get away from the hellscape that is your life? Lodge. Losing the trail of assassins? Lodge. Abandoning your family for a life of solitude in the woods or something? Lodge. It just sits among the trees, not belonging there and man-made. Just lodge a lodge in natural creation, why not? How about a dish sattelite and a sewage factory too, and some noisy neighbors to give parks more character. Lodges are terrible, terrible things.
Jimmy
The little lodge on the top of the wooded hills
has been abandoned for years. No human
soul has made an overnight stay
and returned in the morning.
The little lodge on the top of the forgotten woods
has been occupied by the spirits of lost loved ones
and tiny creatures looking for a place to live.
The little lodge on the top of the darkened terrain
has been misplaced. Moved from one spot
to the next, without a trace. No one knows of its
disappearance, because no one dares to go near
the little lodge on the top of the hill.
Jaclyn
We get in from the snow,
socks soaked through and
teeth chattering,
to our only oasis-
the warm, wood lodge
that sits at the bottom
of the mountain.
The fire crackles when I
sit down, trying to
soak in its warmth as shadows
flicker on my frozen face.
Closing my eyes, I relax into
the thick, red armchair
and let myself melt away with the
frost and snow all over me.
Alyssa Scull
i think a lodge is a cabin sort of and it is in the snow like a snow lodge pudding cat dog hunter nick tyson heather
samantha
I wish I was in a lodge. I wish I was far away and no one could bother me. No one could monitor my every move like they do now. I want to go away to this lodge. And I never want to come back.
Archie
The dagger flew and lodged itself between the two of the woman’s vertebra. It set off a slew of muscle spasms and screams of agony pelted out of her throat. Then she was silent,, passed out from the pain. A useful adaptation this clever apes had gained. The dagger was retrieved and the predator began to slowly eat his pray. He did so hope she woke up before he finished.
The wood building was unimposing from the outside, humble, rough-hewn, and every bit what one might expect in the midst of the countryside. Inside was a different matter. Paraphenelia of every sort of religion or cult that could ever have claimed to have been imagined in the world, no matter how obscure was there.
terradi
We were running together, laughing and playing, a prelude to a cozy lodge and war fire. Moving through the forest, breaking through the edge of the trees. What was her car doing there?
Jonathan Nell
house cabin den room log tree branch dirt ground garbage
i lodged alone at the back street, nobody disturbed me there, slowly and quickly was gaining information about my victim , she had fixed routine and i too had one. She was merry but she could not have known what fate awaited her at the end of tunnel. that’s how it works the shock technique, the victim is dead lock and transpires without much ado.
Your words were lodged in my heart.
They hurt, internally.
When you left me there, alone.
You left me bleeding.
There was no one to patch me up.
A hole the size of “no more” seared in my heart.
Hunter
Ever since watching a video, I’ve always dreamt for my perfect family vacation – though not with my family, which definitely is far from perfection, or close to anything personal.
To rent a lodge somewhere out in the mountains, either during Winter or Spring/Autumn specifically. To stay in the lodge as we have fun activities amongst ourselves and play games or just stay indoors, of course once in while venturing out, taking a dip in the river nearby, or participating in winter sports or simply enjoying nature itself.
How beautiful would that be? Basking under the sunlight, which isn’t too strong or nowhere to be seen, but just under the right conditions.
jasmine
“Hey, you have something in your teeth.” Jim Said
I looked in the mirror to find spinach lodged in between my molars and my gum.
Hunter
The squirrel lodged an acorn inside of a hole in the gnarled tree. The gray clouds had begun to roll in and soon, the squirrel climbed inside to join his spoils. Thunder and rain came down, but the creature was safe and dry inside of his nest.
We stay in the local lodge, which masquerades as a tavern on the edge of town. Nathaniel tells me that he used to live there, in the basement. I wonder if that’s why he was able to grow so accustom to living in the underground lab with myself and Haddison.
He tells me that’s where he met her. That she runs the place.
The lodge on top of the mountain was full of quack but no ducks were living aorund this altitude so brother john asked the nearest bartender if he could get some chicken tenders then he said no ducks lived at this altitude so then i told him duck not chicken he game me buffalo wild wings.
One time there was a very large lodge. It was so large it was huge. And there was a party for the king of Japan in there. I don’t know where this is going. Goodbye
Paige
Mountain lodge. Ski lodge. Lodged between two chunks of ice. Ice cream. Cream cheese. Cheese head. Head stand. Stand up. Up hill. Hill side.
Ms. LaFay
Suddenly the whale screamed “Earthquake!!!!” So he rant out of the lodge. He ran as fast as he could but it was too late the lodge ate the whale. It was a sad day for everyone since they lost there dear friend the whale. They had a memorial for the whale, and they buried the whale in a 120 foot deep hole and a 200 foot wide length hole.
One day I was in a lodge in Africa. And elephant came and ate the lodge leaving me in the middle.
“Hello hellafump!” I yelled to him
“Hello!” He responded and walked away.
Oh no my time is running out. I better write about lodge. Like a mountain lodge. This is thrilling. Wow. I’m having so much excitement writing this. Ahhhh! I don’t know.
Paige
Sitting in my winter lodge with my boyfriend, I think of how my life is great. He has his arm wrapped around me to keep me warm. For some odd reason I’m always cold.
Chelsea Stockdale
I don’t understand why there are donkeys, elephants, and a midget running around naked and hairless in the lodge. I decide to join um! “LODGE PARTY” I squeal, smacking the floor with my neck.
Gabriella Blanchette
The wind was blowing hard around the ski lodge I was in. The windows were rattling and the door, not being tightly shut, was bringing in a cold draft. The power lines went out and the only light left was from the fire that was also my only heating source. The snow storm had come in blocking me from my car on the other end of the driveway. Even if I could get to the car, it’s covered with snow and the roads are blocked. I would have to wait here until it passes, cold and alone.
Olivia Matthews
the lodge in the woods was old and run down. it had vines growing up the sides of it, and the paint that you could still see was chipped and falling off. the pourch steps are black and they arnt very stable. they old lodge is i
Hannahmarie
One weekend, I was sitting in my winter lodge with my boyfriend. He had his arm around me trying to keep me warm. For some odd reason, I’m always cold.
Chelsea Stockdale
Lodged between my eyelids, a familiar insect began vibrating furiously. In vain attempt to shake it off, I accidentally collided my soft spot with a nearby shelf.
I lodge stuff in between other stuff. And I can’t lodge in HUGE stuff. I know, sad isn’t it. Little stuff gets right in there. It’s FUN!!!!
went to a lodge house and i went with my mom and dad it was fun there was a waterslide there i waz
Lodges are like hotels. I have never gone in one.
hotel,loaged in something,club
I don’t no no what loage is. That’s why i have nothing to say. So if think i’m going to tell you what it is your wrong PEACE OUT.
hotel is my type… lodge is many things…
I loge thiings into between other things. To consurve space.
I don’t know what this means.
My dads uncle has a 80 acre farm % woods and he has a cabin on it he lets us hunt off the land.
loage is weird i am hopeless i can’t do this help me loage to everybodyy
i have no clue on this word OK!!!!!!!
dislodged pain;
bullets in the right
side of a brain.
cerebral insan-
ity with pity down
with a sickness through wood
logs in a forest cold
floor biting your toes
and robbing them of
blue blood, red blood
in gold caps that cancelled
thoughts that could have
been your next move;
removed onto a plate
like shattered glass.
Autopsty explains
a tipsy shot from a
dreary life in a lodge.
I mean, it’s not even a home. It’s just a place you go and say, “This isn’t there, at least.” Need to get away from the hellscape that is your life? Lodge. Losing the trail of assassins? Lodge. Abandoning your family for a life of solitude in the woods or something? Lodge. It just sits among the trees, not belonging there and man-made. Just lodge a lodge in natural creation, why not? How about a dish sattelite and a sewage factory too, and some noisy neighbors to give parks more character. Lodges are terrible, terrible things.
The little lodge on the top of the wooded hills
has been abandoned for years. No human
soul has made an overnight stay
and returned in the morning.
The little lodge on the top of the forgotten woods
has been occupied by the spirits of lost loved ones
and tiny creatures looking for a place to live.
The little lodge on the top of the darkened terrain
has been misplaced. Moved from one spot
to the next, without a trace. No one knows of its
disappearance, because no one dares to go near
the little lodge on the top of the hill.
We get in from the snow,
socks soaked through and
teeth chattering,
to our only oasis-
the warm, wood lodge
that sits at the bottom
of the mountain.
The fire crackles when I
sit down, trying to
soak in its warmth as shadows
flicker on my frozen face.
Closing my eyes, I relax into
the thick, red armchair
and let myself melt away with the
frost and snow all over me.
i think a lodge is a cabin sort of and it is in the snow like a snow lodge pudding cat dog hunter nick tyson heather
I wish I was in a lodge. I wish I was far away and no one could bother me. No one could monitor my every move like they do now. I want to go away to this lodge. And I never want to come back.
The dagger flew and lodged itself between the two of the woman’s vertebra. It set off a slew of muscle spasms and screams of agony pelted out of her throat. Then she was silent,, passed out from the pain. A useful adaptation this clever apes had gained. The dagger was retrieved and the predator began to slowly eat his pray. He did so hope she woke up before he finished.
The wood building was unimposing from the outside, humble, rough-hewn, and every bit what one might expect in the midst of the countryside. Inside was a different matter. Paraphenelia of every sort of religion or cult that could ever have claimed to have been imagined in the world, no matter how obscure was there.
We were running together, laughing and playing, a prelude to a cozy lodge and war fire. Moving through the forest, breaking through the edge of the trees. What was her car doing there?
house cabin den room log tree branch dirt ground garbage
The Lodge had dark curtains that contain memory.
i lodged alone at the back street, nobody disturbed me there, slowly and quickly was gaining information about my victim , she had fixed routine and i too had one. She was merry but she could not have known what fate awaited her at the end of tunnel. that’s how it works the shock technique, the victim is dead lock and transpires without much ado.
Your words were lodged in my heart.
They hurt, internally.
When you left me there, alone.
You left me bleeding.
There was no one to patch me up.
A hole the size of “no more” seared in my heart.
Ever since watching a video, I’ve always dreamt for my perfect family vacation – though not with my family, which definitely is far from perfection, or close to anything personal.
To rent a lodge somewhere out in the mountains, either during Winter or Spring/Autumn specifically. To stay in the lodge as we have fun activities amongst ourselves and play games or just stay indoors, of course once in while venturing out, taking a dip in the river nearby, or participating in winter sports or simply enjoying nature itself.
How beautiful would that be? Basking under the sunlight, which isn’t too strong or nowhere to be seen, but just under the right conditions.
“Hey, you have something in your teeth.” Jim Said
I looked in the mirror to find spinach lodged in between my molars and my gum.
The squirrel lodged an acorn inside of a hole in the gnarled tree. The gray clouds had begun to roll in and soon, the squirrel climbed inside to join his spoils. Thunder and rain came down, but the creature was safe and dry inside of his nest.
We stay in the local lodge, which masquerades as a tavern on the edge of town. Nathaniel tells me that he used to live there, in the basement. I wonder if that’s why he was able to grow so accustom to living in the underground lab with myself and Haddison.
He tells me that’s where he met her. That she runs the place.
When I find this out, I no longer wish to stay.
The lodge on top of the mountain was full of quack but no ducks were living aorund this altitude so brother john asked the nearest bartender if he could get some chicken tenders then he said no ducks lived at this altitude so then i told him duck not chicken he game me buffalo wild wings.
One time there was a very large lodge. It was so large it was huge. And there was a party for the king of Japan in there. I don’t know where this is going. Goodbye
Mountain lodge. Ski lodge. Lodged between two chunks of ice. Ice cream. Cream cheese. Cheese head. Head stand. Stand up. Up hill. Hill side.
Suddenly the whale screamed “Earthquake!!!!” So he rant out of the lodge. He ran as fast as he could but it was too late the lodge ate the whale. It was a sad day for everyone since they lost there dear friend the whale. They had a memorial for the whale, and they buried the whale in a 120 foot deep hole and a 200 foot wide length hole.
One day I was in a lodge in Africa. And elephant came and ate the lodge leaving me in the middle.
“Hello hellafump!” I yelled to him
“Hello!” He responded and walked away.
Oh no my time is running out. I better write about lodge. Like a mountain lodge. This is thrilling. Wow. I’m having so much excitement writing this. Ahhhh! I don’t know.
Sitting in my winter lodge with my boyfriend, I think of how my life is great. He has his arm wrapped around me to keep me warm. For some odd reason I’m always cold.
I don’t understand why there are donkeys, elephants, and a midget running around naked and hairless in the lodge. I decide to join um! “LODGE PARTY” I squeal, smacking the floor with my neck.
The wind was blowing hard around the ski lodge I was in. The windows were rattling and the door, not being tightly shut, was bringing in a cold draft. The power lines went out and the only light left was from the fire that was also my only heating source. The snow storm had come in blocking me from my car on the other end of the driveway. Even if I could get to the car, it’s covered with snow and the roads are blocked. I would have to wait here until it passes, cold and alone.
the lodge in the woods was old and run down. it had vines growing up the sides of it, and the paint that you could still see was chipped and falling off. the pourch steps are black and they arnt very stable. they old lodge is i
One weekend, I was sitting in my winter lodge with my boyfriend. He had his arm around me trying to keep me warm. For some odd reason, I’m always cold.
Lodged between my eyelids, a familiar insect began vibrating furiously. In vain attempt to shake it off, I accidentally collided my soft spot with a nearby shelf.