We turned to walk down the trail; clearly nobody had gone that way any time recently. Not long after we ran came upon a clearing, with a beautiful waterfall. What better, I thought, than to explore where others fear to go. That is the best trail to take if you are going to find something truly meaningful.
Machione
life love kids nature animals death
kokotsi
The trail runs far and fast, dark and brooding, and as I stood there, staring, I was nervous. Do I continue down this bleak and uncharted road of no return, or do I continue foreward, blind to what could occur and constantly struck with fear to my situation? I had nothing. It was dark, I was alone…my cell phone was dead and my mother is drunk at a bar out in the boonies.
I am doomed.
Katelyn D.
I went down the trail and failed while eating some butter a took a shit in a cat and went on to the farm in which I sat. Then got eaten by a dragon!!! OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!!
Lawl
A long winding road, leading to somewhere unknown perhaps. Into a forest, a path made with rocks and pebbles. Where could it lead? What purpose does it have? Will you follow it? Will I follow it?
Zish
of mud running down his sleeves no one knew from where he came or where he was going he was the town mystery and yet with all the grime under his fingernails and the mud manifesting itself over his body he had a gentleness no one could place without staring
doreen
hiking, going into the mountains for camp greenville. trailing behind everyone while they are walking at the speed of light and you can hardly catch your breath.
natalia
I walked many trails in my days. Not just physical, tangible, trails, but emotional, spiritual ones too. Trails made up of grass, dirt, tears, and anger. Throughout my travels, mostly alone, I’ve realized that I don’t need anyone. No one really needs anyone. That’s not comforting.
bill goodman
Arthur looked around. The trail split, leading towards two equally desolate paths. He blinked at the dust wafting against his eyes. The woman standing next to him was still wearing that ridiculous hat.
BK Phillips
Long. Hard. Which way to turn? Where to go next? We had come so far, but we had known where we were going the whole time. Now we were left with nothing – nobody expected this. Unplanned. Unwanted.
Matthew Ferreira
There’s a trail, leading from his belly button to his you-know-where. And he shaves it off because he finds the hair embarrassing, disgusting, gross beyond belief. I wish he would leave it. The stubble always scratches against my belly when we lay in bed without shirts on, and it always gives me a rash.
KZ
mix is just full of fat and calories and dry nuts. why bother to even eat it. just start walking and pick up some berries and some water. Trail should not be a trial, which is what I thought the word was at first. yikes. trailing off into the sunset eating dried nuts and berries. my idea of
wicca
It was not worn. It was barely visible. Still, the trail could be seen snaking through the tall oaks. She stepped forward, eager to be out of the hell of her past. She slowly faded into the dark shade the canopy above cast down. As the sticks crunched under her feet, she thought of him and smiled.
Shauri
Trail things around on that given trail and you will have accomplished what ‘they’ want you to. Or venture off the trail without any train of trailing things, be free, and you will know who you are. That’s thinking outside the box.
Cordelia
trails! they represent the civilization in wilderness!
tom!!!
A trail. It could take one many places. Whether the outcome good, or bad. It’s always a surprise.
klederson
is that it? i just get trail? what a trial.
carole
A nature trail, something you can walk on for miles and be at peace with everyone and everything. Or the trail of life. Following trials which lead you into dark mistakes or happy decisions and.
Adamli
You can’t see ahead. Whether it is a trail or not would always be questionable. It seems to start in fits and tease you into following, only to peter out and make you wonder if was ever there to begin with. On this particular trail, there is a tiara lying beside the greenest rock, coated in jade moss. Rhinestone and jade. It must be rhinestone, but still it doesn’t look cheap, and it’s so out of place one can only conjur high-heeled silver sandles and a floor length dress collected in a tender, manicured hand traipsing through the underbrush. For what purpose? To sneak some contraband pleasure to calm the nerves or enhance the experience to come? To indulge in more base instincts? Is it carefree or reckless abandonment of adornment. Perhaps our herionce was lured into the woods quite unexpectedly.
constance
the trail was quite long and winding. I proceeded to take the right of this trail after many many steps it finally ended and there at the end was this very tiny mouse…I stooped over to pick him up and he snuggled inside my hand and fell asleep
41in1
there`s this trail I walked on near my home town. It lead me to the top of a mountain. The view up there was wonderful. I was so happy to realize that we have such beauty se close to where I live. I want to go back there more often. I want to climb more mountains. They are worth it. I think mountain climbing is the kind of satisfation that’s pretty universal.
Anita
her tear left a trail like one
a snail would leave while
crossing a cement sidewalk
but felt harsh and cold
when breeze hit skin
evaporate the wet.
chrys
Many people lost their lives on the trail, human trash tossed so carelessly to the wayside. But human tenacity never failed, and before long we had spread amongst the stars. Humanity had reached a new peak, a new evolution, and history would never be the same.
Cory Campbell
pwoplw run on these. probab;y wanna buy a vibram sole boot to do it with. i can’t imagine black people running trails. it’s always white people. i’m not sure why. blacks don’t go outsoors? or minorities for that matter. hmm. i should stop thinking by race. it might get old
Kimani
hello everyone – i hope this come sout ok!
nigel
I’m tired of writing about trails.. I want something else to write about… This blows.
Jennifer1
I was walking along a trail one day. Then the trail ended, I found myself falling into a deep abyss, walls strangled with purple. Still not at the bottom, I asked myself, am I not still on a trail? When does a trail start and end? After this eastern thought, I realized that I was western and that the trail is simple and straight.
RD
My trail. It’s long and winding and I don’t really see the end of it. In fact, it doesn’t seem to have much dimension at all. It doesn’t interact with any other trails, and though they come close it is never cut. As a result, it’s a lonely trail in its own way. I’m lonely, staring off into the distance at the setting sun as I walk it, and to my right, running parallel but not quite meeting, many other trails come and go over time. Different people walking besides me. Eventually, lost forever. Maybe not though. Maybe not. That’s what’s most important. Maybe not.
Liam Wood
Life is a trail from the time we are born. We can leave good things or bad on our trail of life. In what I thought was a good trail, devoting my life to my husband and children I have lost myself on this trail. Without his truth and devotion I wonder why I chose this trail. I could have taken others but this was my choice. So there I find myself, so alone and longing for someone to walk this trail with me.
Jerelyn
it’s the path to anywhere. we could explore a trail just like how we explore life. a trail could be mysterious. it could lead to danger. but then again, it could also lead to happiness and satisfaction. such is the nature of a trail.
arnel
a trail is something that reminds me of forests and old shikaris with topis and starched shorts and a rusted rifle. old yellow leaves and temples with fiery black idols of exotic deities. the jungle book
aditi dey
Green space, open sky, meadow pipits, white wisps of broken cloud. Somewhere overhead a buzzard calls. Fir trees, birch trees, end.
Elgan
I went down the trail on A mountain and it was beautiful. We saw many catus and dessert plants. I could see the whole city from up there and it was beautiful especailly after dark.
Jenny-Lee McLean-Miller
You lost the game.
We’re no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitment’s what Im thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We’ve know each other for so long
Your heart’s been aching
But you’re too shy to say it
Inside we both know whats been going on
We know the game and we’re gonna play it
And if you ask me how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see
Give you up. give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, five you up
I just wanna tell you how Im feeling
Gotta make you understand
-ebaumsworld.com
chuck norrid
The path of life is like an overgrown trail covered in nettles and sticker bushes overgrown with beautiful wildflowers and littered with dried up sticks. Eventually, rather every once in a while you come out of the shade facing a little clearing or a fantastic view.
asa
the dirt path was curved. the trail ended here. I turned around and saw his face, but in reality it wasn’t there. There was nothing but the wind, the air, the smell of emptiness. The trail seemed longer and longer. I went home and saw my cats, but the imaged remainded in my mind. Why?
Sharnae Chu
I took a long walk int he woods today. The traik disappeared as i made my way to the rivers edge. I had never been on this trail before but something seemed oddly familiar about it.
Joshua N
I’m walking down this wickedly dark and shadowy trail, where this figure stands and greets me coldly… forested arms reach forward as if to push me closer to the figure who with icy touch grabs my hand taking me to who knows where… I gasp and wait…
Don McLean
I was walking down a trail in the dark of night and saw a ghost of a crossing guard who seemed rather caring about where I was headed and said, hey!, don’t go that way. You will land at the crossroads of life and things will become harder until you decide that the road you should have taken was the road you could have taken and in the end you win.
Mark Pappas
trail is a long way of contiuous line. how can that be this way far from the base. the came are getting tired and wanting water. the camel getting thristy is a serious thing. this is no serious matter
We turned to walk down the trail; clearly nobody had gone that way any time recently. Not long after we ran came upon a clearing, with a beautiful waterfall. What better, I thought, than to explore where others fear to go. That is the best trail to take if you are going to find something truly meaningful.
life love kids nature animals death
The trail runs far and fast, dark and brooding, and as I stood there, staring, I was nervous. Do I continue down this bleak and uncharted road of no return, or do I continue foreward, blind to what could occur and constantly struck with fear to my situation? I had nothing. It was dark, I was alone…my cell phone was dead and my mother is drunk at a bar out in the boonies.
I am doomed.
I went down the trail and failed while eating some butter a took a shit in a cat and went on to the farm in which I sat. Then got eaten by a dragon!!! OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!!
A long winding road, leading to somewhere unknown perhaps. Into a forest, a path made with rocks and pebbles. Where could it lead? What purpose does it have? Will you follow it? Will I follow it?
of mud running down his sleeves no one knew from where he came or where he was going he was the town mystery and yet with all the grime under his fingernails and the mud manifesting itself over his body he had a gentleness no one could place without staring
hiking, going into the mountains for camp greenville. trailing behind everyone while they are walking at the speed of light and you can hardly catch your breath.
I walked many trails in my days. Not just physical, tangible, trails, but emotional, spiritual ones too. Trails made up of grass, dirt, tears, and anger. Throughout my travels, mostly alone, I’ve realized that I don’t need anyone. No one really needs anyone. That’s not comforting.
Arthur looked around. The trail split, leading towards two equally desolate paths. He blinked at the dust wafting against his eyes. The woman standing next to him was still wearing that ridiculous hat.
Long. Hard. Which way to turn? Where to go next? We had come so far, but we had known where we were going the whole time. Now we were left with nothing – nobody expected this. Unplanned. Unwanted.
There’s a trail, leading from his belly button to his you-know-where. And he shaves it off because he finds the hair embarrassing, disgusting, gross beyond belief. I wish he would leave it. The stubble always scratches against my belly when we lay in bed without shirts on, and it always gives me a rash.
mix is just full of fat and calories and dry nuts. why bother to even eat it. just start walking and pick up some berries and some water. Trail should not be a trial, which is what I thought the word was at first. yikes. trailing off into the sunset eating dried nuts and berries. my idea of
It was not worn. It was barely visible. Still, the trail could be seen snaking through the tall oaks. She stepped forward, eager to be out of the hell of her past. She slowly faded into the dark shade the canopy above cast down. As the sticks crunched under her feet, she thought of him and smiled.
Trail things around on that given trail and you will have accomplished what ‘they’ want you to. Or venture off the trail without any train of trailing things, be free, and you will know who you are. That’s thinking outside the box.
trails! they represent the civilization in wilderness!
A trail. It could take one many places. Whether the outcome good, or bad. It’s always a surprise.
is that it? i just get trail? what a trial.
A nature trail, something you can walk on for miles and be at peace with everyone and everything. Or the trail of life. Following trials which lead you into dark mistakes or happy decisions and.
You can’t see ahead. Whether it is a trail or not would always be questionable. It seems to start in fits and tease you into following, only to peter out and make you wonder if was ever there to begin with. On this particular trail, there is a tiara lying beside the greenest rock, coated in jade moss. Rhinestone and jade. It must be rhinestone, but still it doesn’t look cheap, and it’s so out of place one can only conjur high-heeled silver sandles and a floor length dress collected in a tender, manicured hand traipsing through the underbrush. For what purpose? To sneak some contraband pleasure to calm the nerves or enhance the experience to come? To indulge in more base instincts? Is it carefree or reckless abandonment of adornment. Perhaps our herionce was lured into the woods quite unexpectedly.
the trail was quite long and winding. I proceeded to take the right of this trail after many many steps it finally ended and there at the end was this very tiny mouse…I stooped over to pick him up and he snuggled inside my hand and fell asleep
there`s this trail I walked on near my home town. It lead me to the top of a mountain. The view up there was wonderful. I was so happy to realize that we have such beauty se close to where I live. I want to go back there more often. I want to climb more mountains. They are worth it. I think mountain climbing is the kind of satisfation that’s pretty universal.
her tear left a trail like one
a snail would leave while
crossing a cement sidewalk
but felt harsh and cold
when breeze hit skin
evaporate the wet.
Many people lost their lives on the trail, human trash tossed so carelessly to the wayside. But human tenacity never failed, and before long we had spread amongst the stars. Humanity had reached a new peak, a new evolution, and history would never be the same.
pwoplw run on these. probab;y wanna buy a vibram sole boot to do it with. i can’t imagine black people running trails. it’s always white people. i’m not sure why. blacks don’t go outsoors? or minorities for that matter. hmm. i should stop thinking by race. it might get old
hello everyone – i hope this come sout ok!
I’m tired of writing about trails.. I want something else to write about… This blows.
I was walking along a trail one day. Then the trail ended, I found myself falling into a deep abyss, walls strangled with purple. Still not at the bottom, I asked myself, am I not still on a trail? When does a trail start and end? After this eastern thought, I realized that I was western and that the trail is simple and straight.
My trail. It’s long and winding and I don’t really see the end of it. In fact, it doesn’t seem to have much dimension at all. It doesn’t interact with any other trails, and though they come close it is never cut. As a result, it’s a lonely trail in its own way. I’m lonely, staring off into the distance at the setting sun as I walk it, and to my right, running parallel but not quite meeting, many other trails come and go over time. Different people walking besides me. Eventually, lost forever. Maybe not though. Maybe not. That’s what’s most important. Maybe not.
Life is a trail from the time we are born. We can leave good things or bad on our trail of life. In what I thought was a good trail, devoting my life to my husband and children I have lost myself on this trail. Without his truth and devotion I wonder why I chose this trail. I could have taken others but this was my choice. So there I find myself, so alone and longing for someone to walk this trail with me.
it’s the path to anywhere. we could explore a trail just like how we explore life. a trail could be mysterious. it could lead to danger. but then again, it could also lead to happiness and satisfaction. such is the nature of a trail.
a trail is something that reminds me of forests and old shikaris with topis and starched shorts and a rusted rifle. old yellow leaves and temples with fiery black idols of exotic deities. the jungle book
Green space, open sky, meadow pipits, white wisps of broken cloud. Somewhere overhead a buzzard calls. Fir trees, birch trees, end.
I went down the trail on A mountain and it was beautiful. We saw many catus and dessert plants. I could see the whole city from up there and it was beautiful especailly after dark.
You lost the game.
We’re no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitment’s what Im thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We’ve know each other for so long
Your heart’s been aching
But you’re too shy to say it
Inside we both know whats been going on
We know the game and we’re gonna play it
And if you ask me how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see
Give you up. give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, five you up
I just wanna tell you how Im feeling
Gotta make you understand
-ebaumsworld.com
The path of life is like an overgrown trail covered in nettles and sticker bushes overgrown with beautiful wildflowers and littered with dried up sticks. Eventually, rather every once in a while you come out of the shade facing a little clearing or a fantastic view.
the dirt path was curved. the trail ended here. I turned around and saw his face, but in reality it wasn’t there. There was nothing but the wind, the air, the smell of emptiness. The trail seemed longer and longer. I went home and saw my cats, but the imaged remainded in my mind. Why?
I took a long walk int he woods today. The traik disappeared as i made my way to the rivers edge. I had never been on this trail before but something seemed oddly familiar about it.
I’m walking down this wickedly dark and shadowy trail, where this figure stands and greets me coldly… forested arms reach forward as if to push me closer to the figure who with icy touch grabs my hand taking me to who knows where… I gasp and wait…
I was walking down a trail in the dark of night and saw a ghost of a crossing guard who seemed rather caring about where I was headed and said, hey!, don’t go that way. You will land at the crossroads of life and things will become harder until you decide that the road you should have taken was the road you could have taken and in the end you win.
trail is a long way of contiuous line. how can that be this way far from the base. the came are getting tired and wanting water. the camel getting thristy is a serious thing. this is no serious matter