Trot. I hate people who tend to trot around like they have nothing better to do. Like they are saying, “Hey world, look at me!” Self-centered bastards. Trotting is for horses, not humans.
Kylee
Well, sitting in the hospital with nothing to do, I decided to jot my thoughts on the word trot. As you can tell by my terrible humor and non-unique words I am in a hospital and it is not the best time of my life.
Dan
the fox troted on down the road. Who knows where he is going. Perhaps he is going home to watch the stars with his kits. Or he is
Anonymous
i used to love to trot my horse, he was so smooth at it but these days i have no time for him, no horse time… only guitar time, art time, and dog time, so i don’t get time to trot my horse… just time to be responsible about feeding him and paying for his board.
cieloluna
as I ride along this cold cold moor on my autifull chestnut stallien we trot over the hills slowly becameing a smooth fast
nancy12
like a horse, on green grass.
in front of our building on the softball diamonds…
jealous that the cops get the luxury of being in the city and pretend to ride into the wind.
the horses must surely love it
so much the cop
dd
Trotting is something that horses do when they want to get somehwere faster than if they were walking, but slower thank if they were running. Having the trots is also a euphamism for having diarrhoea! Yuck!
w
I like to trot. Up, down, in circles. to and fro like the waves. I am not a horse. Trotting should be for all. Tro, la la la ot!
Anonymous
I had a horse with a horrible trot as a child… actualy my sis had a horse with a horrible trot.
dee
feet walking, trampling, stomping, to move forward, pushforward, i don’t know la la la
mk
trotting along. horses trot. I love horses. they trot everywhere. Ric Flair trots when he walks to the wrestling ring. I also trot when I am excited about something or something. yeah. Trot. It would be a good name for a beer too. “Trot beer”. Random beer that tastes like a horse peed in it maybe? That would be bad. No take it back. it wouldn’t be a good name for a beer. This is a fun exercise. I’m going to trot on home now.
Jacob
a horse came along and bit at my toes, tearing the large nail. i picked up a sledge hammer and bashed his head in, his huge body went tumbling to the floor in a bloody mess. i pulled out my lightsaber and cut his stomach open and crawled inside.
kevin Vogt
trot
amol
I love to ride horses but the trot is the hardest pace to ride. When buying a horse I look for one with the smoothest trot because when you trail ride you spend a lot of time at this pace.
Paulie
along came the pony and ther sat tony I dont even know why but I want to justify you see here i am and all i now is that my roomate is putting on his cloths i go to montana sometimes and ride horses there and they are scratchy and one has a huge eye which pierces my heart like the raven craven i am im craven like the raven close the door door close the door.
Alex Stevens
I am a horse. I like to trot. Sometimes I trot faster than other times, because sometimes I have a reason to trot fast. There are obvious people I want to avoid. Pulling a cart on the street all day for some hay and a few apples is, well, not my idea of a great job, but a horse has got to eat. So when I see the tourists coming I trot faster. Sometimes they give me little treats and I want them to like me.
not a writer
The horse galloped across the meadow, slowing to a trot when it neared the barbwired fence. Sally alighted from the saddle and bent to pick up a daisy. “This is for my mom, Bandit.”
suZque
I was going after the tortoise trough the seminal weed when she looked at me with joy in her eyes. that moment freeze like a glacier in my mind
Miusua
I was walking along as my master told me. He made sure I went no faster, when all I wanted to do was hold my head up high and trot along down the little dirt road lane. I couldn’t bite that bit hard enough, or pull the reigns fast enough to make my move.
Ashleigh
outside of my work we have policy men trot by on horseback. It’s kind of stupid considering that we are in toronto. what do you do with a horse in the downtown core chase down a car?
skyler
She started a slight trot, to get away from the man hurring behind her. She couldn’t stop and a full run she slipped and fell. The next thing she felt was the piercing of his knife into her abdomen. She couldn’t believe it.
RARF!
The horse trotted down the lane, pulling behind it a carriage with a lovely lady sitting inside. Shaded from the bright sun as she was, it was difficult to make out her features, but underneath her large white hat, I could see a calm expression. She was smiling softly, surely having a much better day than I.
Dai Linn
the trot of old sally dog was not the usual happy go lucky stride that we all know so well. There it is o
Steven Z
ooooh, cell call
julianne mund
The horse trots down the road as quickly as the rider on its back can coax it. The road is gravelly and twists round the bend with yellow leaves adorning the trees.
Stanley Dankoski
sound the horse makes
Marina
trotting is like walking but slower im not sure who trots maybe a horse this is not as easy as it sounds to do this 60 MFing seconds thats it to write about a word trot i will trot over there and
Drew
To trot is a difficult thing on a college campus. People look at you as though you have no right. “Who are you to trot?” they seem to say, “who are you to seem so dreadfully cheerful while I while away my time on the meaningless undertaking of study that means a lot or a little in the long run.”
TheBowlerCapFairy
the trot of troops has down turned spiral wasting while washing the general sentiment of today and yesterday. the preeminent turmoil of the our futures foil will lead to no person is an island.
sprouts
what is one word? it could be many things, an expression, or maybe a feeling? it could make you understand something or someone better or help you learn something. maybe it’s just an allusion…i really don’t know.
katiebug123
“Off you trot, then.”
Lydia was furious to be so lightly dismissed, but she knew she needed his help, so she swallowed her anger and left as graciously as possible. It might have fooled him. Maybe. But probably not, especially if he happened to catch any of the words she was muttering under her breath.
Scylax
Hot to trot. What a stupid fucking phrase. My mother kept saying it when I was younger; and my hateful grandmother, too. She wasn’t really my grandmother, either; my mother was adopted. Turns out, they hate each other now, but they still perpetuate some kind of fucked up relationship that somehow involves money.
triatwolf@yahoo.com
I was trotting along the sidewalk when a car passed by. It screeched to a halt a few yards in front of me. A man got out and started sprinting towards the park. The car’s engine was still running. I have no idea what just happened.
Agnes
i ran to the bathroom but could only trot
for the floor is slippery and im in my socks
weeeeeee poop!
Anonymous
The chestnut horse trotted swiftly down the fence, his glossy mane shinining in the scorching sun. Bobbi laughed and said grasped the reigns tighter. “You’re so full of energy, Winchester,” The horse neighed in response.
Lily
The pony was told to trot but Helen was not able to keep it under control and it galloped down the lane at the speed of light. Trying to handle it was more difficult than she anticipated and she
blythswood
Its such a sunny day! I feel like trotting around, maybe playing some disc golf. Yaaay sun!
aarial
Trot trot trot.
Change the word of the day.
Kthanks.
Bye.
Well, not really.
Since I have like 40 seconds left.
So.
Ah!
IT’S TURNING ORANGE!
More like a burnt orange.
Now red.
Now dead.
Kthanks.
Bye.
JULIA IS RAD.
I like to trot
when the weather is hot
down in the field
and the sun is shining
making the colours so bright
Trot. I hate people who tend to trot around like they have nothing better to do. Like they are saying, “Hey world, look at me!” Self-centered bastards. Trotting is for horses, not humans.
Well, sitting in the hospital with nothing to do, I decided to jot my thoughts on the word trot. As you can tell by my terrible humor and non-unique words I am in a hospital and it is not the best time of my life.
the fox troted on down the road. Who knows where he is going. Perhaps he is going home to watch the stars with his kits. Or he is
i used to love to trot my horse, he was so smooth at it but these days i have no time for him, no horse time… only guitar time, art time, and dog time, so i don’t get time to trot my horse… just time to be responsible about feeding him and paying for his board.
as I ride along this cold cold moor on my autifull chestnut stallien we trot over the hills slowly becameing a smooth fast
like a horse, on green grass.
in front of our building on the softball diamonds…
jealous that the cops get the luxury of being in the city and pretend to ride into the wind.
the horses must surely love it
so much the cop
Trotting is something that horses do when they want to get somehwere faster than if they were walking, but slower thank if they were running. Having the trots is also a euphamism for having diarrhoea! Yuck!
I like to trot. Up, down, in circles. to and fro like the waves. I am not a horse. Trotting should be for all. Tro, la la la ot!
I had a horse with a horrible trot as a child… actualy my sis had a horse with a horrible trot.
feet walking, trampling, stomping, to move forward, pushforward, i don’t know la la la
trotting along. horses trot. I love horses. they trot everywhere. Ric Flair trots when he walks to the wrestling ring. I also trot when I am excited about something or something. yeah. Trot. It would be a good name for a beer too. “Trot beer”. Random beer that tastes like a horse peed in it maybe? That would be bad. No take it back. it wouldn’t be a good name for a beer. This is a fun exercise. I’m going to trot on home now.
a horse came along and bit at my toes, tearing the large nail. i picked up a sledge hammer and bashed his head in, his huge body went tumbling to the floor in a bloody mess. i pulled out my lightsaber and cut his stomach open and crawled inside.
trot
I love to ride horses but the trot is the hardest pace to ride. When buying a horse I look for one with the smoothest trot because when you trail ride you spend a lot of time at this pace.
along came the pony and ther sat tony I dont even know why but I want to justify you see here i am and all i now is that my roomate is putting on his cloths i go to montana sometimes and ride horses there and they are scratchy and one has a huge eye which pierces my heart like the raven craven i am im craven like the raven close the door door close the door.
I am a horse. I like to trot. Sometimes I trot faster than other times, because sometimes I have a reason to trot fast. There are obvious people I want to avoid. Pulling a cart on the street all day for some hay and a few apples is, well, not my idea of a great job, but a horse has got to eat. So when I see the tourists coming I trot faster. Sometimes they give me little treats and I want them to like me.
The horse galloped across the meadow, slowing to a trot when it neared the barbwired fence. Sally alighted from the saddle and bent to pick up a daisy. “This is for my mom, Bandit.”
I was going after the tortoise trough the seminal weed when she looked at me with joy in her eyes. that moment freeze like a glacier in my mind
I was walking along as my master told me. He made sure I went no faster, when all I wanted to do was hold my head up high and trot along down the little dirt road lane. I couldn’t bite that bit hard enough, or pull the reigns fast enough to make my move.
outside of my work we have policy men trot by on horseback. It’s kind of stupid considering that we are in toronto. what do you do with a horse in the downtown core chase down a car?
She started a slight trot, to get away from the man hurring behind her. She couldn’t stop and a full run she slipped and fell. The next thing she felt was the piercing of his knife into her abdomen. She couldn’t believe it.
The horse trotted down the lane, pulling behind it a carriage with a lovely lady sitting inside. Shaded from the bright sun as she was, it was difficult to make out her features, but underneath her large white hat, I could see a calm expression. She was smiling softly, surely having a much better day than I.
the trot of old sally dog was not the usual happy go lucky stride that we all know so well. There it is o
ooooh, cell call
The horse trots down the road as quickly as the rider on its back can coax it. The road is gravelly and twists round the bend with yellow leaves adorning the trees.
sound the horse makes
trotting is like walking but slower im not sure who trots maybe a horse this is not as easy as it sounds to do this 60 MFing seconds thats it to write about a word trot i will trot over there and
To trot is a difficult thing on a college campus. People look at you as though you have no right. “Who are you to trot?” they seem to say, “who are you to seem so dreadfully cheerful while I while away my time on the meaningless undertaking of study that means a lot or a little in the long run.”
the trot of troops has down turned spiral wasting while washing the general sentiment of today and yesterday. the preeminent turmoil of the our futures foil will lead to no person is an island.
what is one word? it could be many things, an expression, or maybe a feeling? it could make you understand something or someone better or help you learn something. maybe it’s just an allusion…i really don’t know.
“Off you trot, then.”
Lydia was furious to be so lightly dismissed, but she knew she needed his help, so she swallowed her anger and left as graciously as possible. It might have fooled him. Maybe. But probably not, especially if he happened to catch any of the words she was muttering under her breath.
Hot to trot. What a stupid fucking phrase. My mother kept saying it when I was younger; and my hateful grandmother, too. She wasn’t really my grandmother, either; my mother was adopted. Turns out, they hate each other now, but they still perpetuate some kind of fucked up relationship that somehow involves money.
I was trotting along the sidewalk when a car passed by. It screeched to a halt a few yards in front of me. A man got out and started sprinting towards the park. The car’s engine was still running. I have no idea what just happened.
i ran to the bathroom but could only trot
for the floor is slippery and im in my socks
weeeeeee poop!
The chestnut horse trotted swiftly down the fence, his glossy mane shinining in the scorching sun. Bobbi laughed and said grasped the reigns tighter. “You’re so full of energy, Winchester,” The horse neighed in response.
The pony was told to trot but Helen was not able to keep it under control and it galloped down the lane at the speed of light. Trying to handle it was more difficult than she anticipated and she
Its such a sunny day! I feel like trotting around, maybe playing some disc golf. Yaaay sun!
Trot trot trot.
Change the word of the day.
Kthanks.
Bye.
Well, not really.
Since I have like 40 seconds left.
So.
Ah!
IT’S TURNING ORANGE!
More like a burnt orange.
Now red.
Now dead.
Kthanks.
Bye.
I like to trot
when the weather is hot
down in the field
and the sun is shining
making the colours so bright
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