The man atop these skyscrapers stared down at my sister and me from such a scathing height that he saw fit to bend forward so far that his great, protruding, red nose touched Anna’s much smaller, pink nose and thus unleashed the most horrendous of shrieks from her equally small mouth.
Stephanie
Sometimes I feel like I’m on a pair of stilts. Not in the way that I am quite tall but in the experience the height affords the wearer – a sort of voyeuristic detachment to the environs. I do not know if this is me going outside myself and reaching some transcendental plane wherein I am no longer attached to my physical self or I’m just mad. Either way, STILTS!
A man walking on stilts, looking for someone in a crowd. Lost in his own pain. Seeing everything, yet know one hears him when he speaks. He is too high.
Alexander McDowell
He walked around the outside edge of the carnival. His legs shook slightly on the stilts. His face was calm, but on the inside he was all nerves. if he fell, he would lose his job. He and his family would be on the streets. and then what?
stilts are used primarily in circuslike acts as a form of amusement in an abstract but entertaining way that plays lightly with the mind.
Bryce
Up high. That’s where you put my heart. So high I wouldn’t dare look down. I know if I see the ground from up here I’m going to fall. I can’t fall. Not again.
the giant stumbled forth, constantly hitting his head on the cloud, while i followed behind on wooden abominations of transport. i did my best not to steop on his feet as i lagged behind like the heartbeat of someone with cardiac disrhytmia and i marveled at his weightless gait
They walk about the carnival, long legged, perched like slim flamingoes above the people. Laughing children look up at the colourful costumes. The walkers keep on, dropping pamphlets for the latest attraction.
Long-legged storks, wander the marshland looking for darting silver treasurers. Pausing. Searching. Pausing. Raising their heads joyously with victory.
Donovenger
It hurt, not as much as he thought it would, but enough to cause a limp. But he tried to smile in spite of it. It was the circus after all, and he wasn’t going to let anything ruin this day for his little girl. “Daddy look!” she cried as she pulled on his hand. His heart clenched as he stared up at ridiculously tall man standing on long blocks of wood that reminded him of his artificial leg.
When I was little I used to love to walk on stilts. Around the school during breaks. Though I have always been tall it seemed not to matter when I was on stilts, because it was their fault I stuck out right there and then.
Without those stilts I was the freakishly tall girl, but when I walked them it was their fault. People looked up at me, but only then.
Because when I stuck out the regular way people still managed to find a way to look down on me.
we couldn’t see the parade. Little Johnny strained on tip toes in vain. Spying two long boards in the alley, I ran over and grabbed them and frantically began to fashion some stilts…
She watched from her seat of the arena the clown dressed in his bright reds, blues, and greens dance around on stilts in front of the audience. Children and adults roared with laughter. His white face and mock red smile hiding the pain in his soul she could see so clearly displayed in his eyes.
sheila good
And there she was, on her brand new stilts! And not only that, but she was running in them! And she was dressed in the brightest, spottiest and stripiest clown dress! And she still couldn’t believe it as she handed out balloons to the children staring at her.
I actually dont know what means by stilts hahaha yeah. I was once stuck in stilts and due to that i broke my orange juice
murk
I’m up on stilts. I’m a bird. Caw.
Get down. You’re being ridiculous.
No. These are my stilts. You come up here or I won’t talk to you. Ca-caw.
This is absurd. You’re not a bird.
Ca-caw. Ca-caw. Caw.
Penny
The first time I ever put on stilts was for a fancy dress day at school. I loved the feeling of being up higher than everyone else. Walking was quite awkward but I loved them. My dad made them for me.
John HELMORE
wstilits is my best friend he always goes with me wherever i want ot, en+ven on bungeejumopping. i alaways wanted to ice divign but hes afraid of darkness and depp kold water, yeah i think its stupid too. we likr to li
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Standing high on top of the world. Child’s play in the garden. Getting them after taking your first communion.
Later, people use them in the circus, this time there are long pants to accompany them. The ones with a spring in them make them jump. Often on festivals.
Lode Deckers
I remember when my dad made me and my brothers stilts. We had such fun on those lumps of wood. We didn’t care they were scruffy we were the best in the street. My dad was the best dad on the block.
He loved stilts and standing on them was his passion.,
He loved the magnificent sight of being high above people while wearing costumes. He loved that sight of people looking like tiny ants and looking up to see this gigantic creature so tall, so robust yet so high above them.
Yes, but one day, he fell to the ground whilst accidentally stepping on a pebble. It was a gross mistake.
What a small and negligible mistake can cause him a life.
He couldn’t live up to his passion.
People now looked down on him and they were the giants, he was the ant.
What a pity, they were all thinking.
Bb
I am in the clouds hovering above everyone. No more looking up. I feel free able to see beyond the trees.
Kate
The house was up on stilts, standing above the water, out of proportion to what you’d think a regular house should be – tall and lean and somehow ready to take off at any moment, the waters still, for now, 10 feet below. You could only get there by boat and that was part of its charm. The barracuda infested waters surrounding it – charm or detriment depended on the personality of the owner.
My house has is held up by stilts. Stilts are used to keep houses from flooding. People who lives areas that are prone to sporadic flooding build their homes on stilts.
Mary
The stilts were huge, 15ft tall with the step at the 16 foot mark. It would take a person of unusual ab ility to use these devices, but the carnival was full of people of unusual talent. The flame-breather, the sword-swallower, the lion tamer and even the barker. They all had trained themselves for their jobs.
Joseph Nagy Jr
His balance was called into question by the shocked stares of the onlookers, particularly the children. Was it that obvious he had been drinking? The fact that he was on these things at all was a miracle. Maybe it was the clown makeup, which he had put on in the cab over from the bar, that was making those little brats stare, their mouths agape.
On the stilts she was able to swing herself across deep, wide trenches, stride down the village streets and tower over the men who so annoyed her. She could peer into the windows of upper floors and even step over the roofs of the smallest huts.
i walk on these stilts so that i may get a better look at the dweliings i frequent. to gauge the full scope. to take it all in. in hopes of broader perspective. im careful not to step on ianyone as i gaze—kinda hard to do that from way up here. much easier to look down. way down on the activity of those still dwelling where i was before i got up here.
I remember my Dad back in the 1950’s making me and my brothers stilts from large lumps of wood. We had such fun just playing in the streets. We were the only kids on the block with such a great Dad
Pamela Darling
“I want to be taller.” I say it was a forcefulness, there isn’t a no to this answer. It’s what I want, and I will not let anyone stand in the way of this. Ever since I was young I have been short, being no more than 4 feet at most. And now I have an opportunity to be bigger.
Elizabeth
He towered above me, his painted face looking down, while a helium driven animal came to life before his lips. The sun beat down on the back of my already red neck, and my mothers hand tightened in glee. Magic was in the air. Who knew it smelled of fresh cotton candy and popcorn. The man on stilts wobbled past us, on to spread joy to the rest of the patrons. Just another day at the circus.
Max Ryder
elijah didn’t need any kind of ladder or equipment to climb the echelon of the higher societies surrounding him. he didn’t need binoculars or any kind of enhanced vision to see the filth of it all. if he had to endure any more if their hypocrisy and their selfishness, he wouldn’t need them. he doesn’t even need them in the middle of this wretched room. he can see all of them just. fine.
losing balance wobbling hopeless air stands still is there a net? no nets just letdowns the clowns they all are jeering and the crowd quit cheering long ago stumble fumble fall
amanda
long Wooden sticks normally to hold something up. People also walk with stilts often seen in a circus.
Kirstin
Walking on stilts above all the things I’ve messed up. With the stilts, I can walk past them but they remain there.
Kitty
The young boy tried to walk on the stilts one more time but fell soon after because he did not have enough experience. It was his third attempt after signing up for training.
Yo, that clown is all tall and stuff but his arms short. He is no real giant clown.
Yes, let’s take the aluminum rounders bat, give his gonads a poudning.
He shall topple, and I shall take his oversize shoes.
I cannot believe you when you tell me you have touched the sky, and that your pockets are lined with stars which you caught with a butterfly net. If you brought me the moon, I would probably laugh. Hysteria is overwhelming, and sometimes, so are your fantasies.
He was tall and raging. She hated tall people. They made her feel diminished somehow, like she had fallen (pardon the pun) short of human requirements. The stilts only made it worse. And to top it all off, he was a clown. Damn, she hated clowns.
The man atop these skyscrapers stared down at my sister and me from such a scathing height that he saw fit to bend forward so far that his great, protruding, red nose touched Anna’s much smaller, pink nose and thus unleashed the most horrendous of shrieks from her equally small mouth.
Sometimes I feel like I’m on a pair of stilts. Not in the way that I am quite tall but in the experience the height affords the wearer – a sort of voyeuristic detachment to the environs. I do not know if this is me going outside myself and reaching some transcendental plane wherein I am no longer attached to my physical self or I’m just mad. Either way, STILTS!
A man walking on stilts, looking for someone in a crowd. Lost in his own pain. Seeing everything, yet know one hears him when he speaks. He is too high.
He walked around the outside edge of the carnival. His legs shook slightly on the stilts. His face was calm, but on the inside he was all nerves. if he fell, he would lose his job. He and his family would be on the streets. and then what?
stilts are used primarily in circuslike acts as a form of amusement in an abstract but entertaining way that plays lightly with the mind.
Up high. That’s where you put my heart. So high I wouldn’t dare look down. I know if I see the ground from up here I’m going to fall. I can’t fall. Not again.
the giant stumbled forth, constantly hitting his head on the cloud, while i followed behind on wooden abominations of transport. i did my best not to steop on his feet as i lagged behind like the heartbeat of someone with cardiac disrhytmia and i marveled at his weightless gait
They walk about the carnival, long legged, perched like slim flamingoes above the people. Laughing children look up at the colourful costumes. The walkers keep on, dropping pamphlets for the latest attraction.
Circuses. Stilts kinda freak me out because I can barely walk without falling over anyway. So they aren’t exactly for me.
Long-legged storks, wander the marshland looking for darting silver treasurers. Pausing. Searching. Pausing. Raising their heads joyously with victory.
It hurt, not as much as he thought it would, but enough to cause a limp. But he tried to smile in spite of it. It was the circus after all, and he wasn’t going to let anything ruin this day for his little girl. “Daddy look!” she cried as she pulled on his hand. His heart clenched as he stared up at ridiculously tall man standing on long blocks of wood that reminded him of his artificial leg.
When I was little I used to love to walk on stilts. Around the school during breaks. Though I have always been tall it seemed not to matter when I was on stilts, because it was their fault I stuck out right there and then.
Without those stilts I was the freakishly tall girl, but when I walked them it was their fault. People looked up at me, but only then.
Because when I stuck out the regular way people still managed to find a way to look down on me.
we couldn’t see the parade. Little Johnny strained on tip toes in vain. Spying two long boards in the alley, I ran over and grabbed them and frantically began to fashion some stilts…
She watched from her seat of the arena the clown dressed in his bright reds, blues, and greens dance around on stilts in front of the audience. Children and adults roared with laughter. His white face and mock red smile hiding the pain in his soul she could see so clearly displayed in his eyes.
And there she was, on her brand new stilts! And not only that, but she was running in them! And she was dressed in the brightest, spottiest and stripiest clown dress! And she still couldn’t believe it as she handed out balloons to the children staring at her.
I actually dont know what means by stilts hahaha yeah. I was once stuck in stilts and due to that i broke my orange juice
I’m up on stilts. I’m a bird. Caw.
Get down. You’re being ridiculous.
No. These are my stilts. You come up here or I won’t talk to you. Ca-caw.
This is absurd. You’re not a bird.
Ca-caw. Ca-caw. Caw.
The first time I ever put on stilts was for a fancy dress day at school. I loved the feeling of being up higher than everyone else. Walking was quite awkward but I loved them. My dad made them for me.
wstilits is my best friend he always goes with me wherever i want ot, en+ven on bungeejumopping. i alaways wanted to ice divign but hes afraid of darkness and depp kold water, yeah i think its stupid too. we likr to li
Standing high on top of the world. Child’s play in the garden. Getting them after taking your first communion.
Later, people use them in the circus, this time there are long pants to accompany them. The ones with a spring in them make them jump. Often on festivals.
I remember when my dad made me and my brothers stilts. We had such fun on those lumps of wood. We didn’t care they were scruffy we were the best in the street. My dad was the best dad on the block.
He loved stilts and standing on them was his passion.,
He loved the magnificent sight of being high above people while wearing costumes. He loved that sight of people looking like tiny ants and looking up to see this gigantic creature so tall, so robust yet so high above them.
Yes, but one day, he fell to the ground whilst accidentally stepping on a pebble. It was a gross mistake.
What a small and negligible mistake can cause him a life.
He couldn’t live up to his passion.
People now looked down on him and they were the giants, he was the ant.
What a pity, they were all thinking.
I am in the clouds hovering above everyone. No more looking up. I feel free able to see beyond the trees.
The house was up on stilts, standing above the water, out of proportion to what you’d think a regular house should be – tall and lean and somehow ready to take off at any moment, the waters still, for now, 10 feet below. You could only get there by boat and that was part of its charm. The barracuda infested waters surrounding it – charm or detriment depended on the personality of the owner.
My house has is held up by stilts. Stilts are used to keep houses from flooding. People who lives areas that are prone to sporadic flooding build their homes on stilts.
The stilts were huge, 15ft tall with the step at the 16 foot mark. It would take a person of unusual ab ility to use these devices, but the carnival was full of people of unusual talent. The flame-breather, the sword-swallower, the lion tamer and even the barker. They all had trained themselves for their jobs.
His balance was called into question by the shocked stares of the onlookers, particularly the children. Was it that obvious he had been drinking? The fact that he was on these things at all was a miracle. Maybe it was the clown makeup, which he had put on in the cab over from the bar, that was making those little brats stare, their mouths agape.
On the stilts she was able to swing herself across deep, wide trenches, stride down the village streets and tower over the men who so annoyed her. She could peer into the windows of upper floors and even step over the roofs of the smallest huts.
i walk on these stilts so that i may get a better look at the dweliings i frequent. to gauge the full scope. to take it all in. in hopes of broader perspective. im careful not to step on ianyone as i gaze—kinda hard to do that from way up here. much easier to look down. way down on the activity of those still dwelling where i was before i got up here.
I remember my Dad back in the 1950’s making me and my brothers stilts from large lumps of wood. We had such fun just playing in the streets. We were the only kids on the block with such a great Dad
“I want to be taller.” I say it was a forcefulness, there isn’t a no to this answer. It’s what I want, and I will not let anyone stand in the way of this. Ever since I was young I have been short, being no more than 4 feet at most. And now I have an opportunity to be bigger.
He towered above me, his painted face looking down, while a helium driven animal came to life before his lips. The sun beat down on the back of my already red neck, and my mothers hand tightened in glee. Magic was in the air. Who knew it smelled of fresh cotton candy and popcorn. The man on stilts wobbled past us, on to spread joy to the rest of the patrons. Just another day at the circus.
elijah didn’t need any kind of ladder or equipment to climb the echelon of the higher societies surrounding him. he didn’t need binoculars or any kind of enhanced vision to see the filth of it all. if he had to endure any more if their hypocrisy and their selfishness, he wouldn’t need them. he doesn’t even need them in the middle of this wretched room. he can see all of them just. fine.
losing balance wobbling hopeless air stands still is there a net? no nets just letdowns the clowns they all are jeering and the crowd quit cheering long ago stumble fumble fall
long Wooden sticks normally to hold something up. People also walk with stilts often seen in a circus.
Walking on stilts above all the things I’ve messed up. With the stilts, I can walk past them but they remain there.
The young boy tried to walk on the stilts one more time but fell soon after because he did not have enough experience. It was his third attempt after signing up for training.
Yo, that clown is all tall and stuff but his arms short. He is no real giant clown.
Yes, let’s take the aluminum rounders bat, give his gonads a poudning.
He shall topple, and I shall take his oversize shoes.
I cannot believe you when you tell me you have touched the sky, and that your pockets are lined with stars which you caught with a butterfly net. If you brought me the moon, I would probably laugh. Hysteria is overwhelming, and sometimes, so are your fantasies.
He was tall and raging. She hated tall people. They made her feel diminished somehow, like she had fallen (pardon the pun) short of human requirements. The stilts only made it worse. And to top it all off, he was a clown. Damn, she hated clowns.