The horse’s pace accelerated until it reached a trot. His legs elegantly carried him across the field, oblivious to all who observed him in his magestic grace.
Karin
trot down the road while considering what it is, or was, hell what might be, the reason you are still here. Breathing. Thinking.
Casey
I remember walking at a snail’s pace through my high school, at the end of the day. But between classes in my heavy backpack and my short, thin legs, small for my age, I’d be running. Just to be on time I’d run. And it made me look ridiculous, I know it, but it was kind of exciting in a way.
Kelly
Jim sat in the bleachers next to the track. He was watching the girls track practice. He liked the way they bounced when they ran. All except for Susie. She was 6 feet tall and built like a horse. Her run looked more like a trot. He had bedded her just to see what it would be like. It was an unpleasant experience he wish he could forget.
Comrade Matt
Three Reasons Oliver Trespasses:
jasminlei
my name is Silvia
Anonymous
the thing about horses is that they look so graceful. dreams about horses are happy and majestic. and the knight is always in shining armour. but have you sat on a horse. have you been able to trot in comfort?
first
we were on the side of a road, a gravel road. I had never seen a horse before that day. It was the sound that got my attention first. I had no idea what it was. We were about to go home when this rhythmic noise stopped us in our tracks in time to shield our eyes from the dust left by a horse trotting past.
Ridiculous
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leo
run
Paul
His lungs strained from the pace, an all-out run with arms flailing and legs all skittish and crazy, like his hair was on fire. His body couldn
ThomG
i didnt even know what “trot” was, needed a dictionary. I heard gipsies here like that. Sometimes i think that is how i will make money in the future, working doesnt interest me.
60 secs is a long time.
Horses..
Aurora
The pony broke into a fine little trot.
She bounced lightly, up and down, up and down.
Suddenly a surge of emotion overpowered her and she pulled on the reins.
Too hard.
The horse reared on its hind legs, throwing her off. She landed hard on the ground, but surprisingly, she felt no pain.
It was numb.
Cherry
trot trot to boston
trot trot to lynn
watch out baby
your’e gonna fall in
trot
spot
tot
lot
fought
rot
sot
sought
got
bobo
The walk he used said how do you do? His stride often spoke of deep longings for his childhood in Ontario, collecting butterflies. In the evenings, his meandering reminded passersby of the road abandoned or the minefield unmarked. And without warning, he often broke into a trot that jarred each witness to it, like something big was shaking loose!
Brian Slusher
trotting reminds me of horses
like the kind when I was young
and how I used to ride
back when I was carefree and innocent
and it’d have a rhythm
in my head I would hum along
it was like a constant heartbeat.
Athena.
The horse wallows in self pity, free from its lonely prison, grass beneath its hooves, away from the stench, the clutter, the paradox of every unwanted…to trot!
Siobhan
Too hot to trot.
arcaneartist
The horse trots, a man jogs, a mouse scampers. I never did understand the differences. Why not have a dog sashaying? Or a mouse galloping? Come to think of it, “Galloping Mice” sounds like a good name for a rock band, yeah?
Lindsey
The horse began at a trot. He clutched the black mane tightly, urging her to go on. The horse was a beautiful brown mare, with a black star on her forehead.
“Go, Queen. Fly like the wind.”
And she did.
Vicis
trot – that’s what he was, selling papers outside the factory gate, talking into the night after meetings above pubs about the armed struggle and state capitalism and stuff that I could not understand or even begin to understand. he said I could if i only listened to him and read the paper.
Jim
keep
hzl
The horse was between them, and looked pretty ticked off. Fay glanced from it to Damian, looking less than pleased. Dame ignored him and grinned cheerfully.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” The prince asked, fondly stroking her nose.
“Uhuh.” Fay answered, taking a step back.
Emily
the world is so beuatiful, many peoples diferents in the world have do so many diference
filipa
border for aircrafts
Anonymous
Horses in a field, care free with time to truely live life to the fullest with no worries. Spring and fall a for new beginnings and endings.
gi67
Love. don’t think it conquers all. and it’s never enough. You think if you have love, it would solve the worlds problems. Your;s at least.
Nobody told you that it isn’t that simple. or that true.
far from teh truth.
jonathan
Trot. not a word I use very much. A faintly ridiculous word. Brings to mind Prencess Amnne’s daughter and dressage and , for some strange reason, aged army colonels. I’d neer say, I’ll just trot along to the shops. What would i say? I’d say nip! Nip along to the shops, nip doon the road,. there, that’s better. What else? What next? Back to trot. I feel foolish trotting. And would beckett or Joyce use the word. Woolf might. I really must search for a more recent literary hero. Colm Toibin?
Colum mcCann. read his latest, heavenly and nobody trots. Lets start a search of books, looking for trots. To what purpose? None whatsoever. There’s also Billy Connoly on an imaginary horse. trotting along humming the theme to the Archers. Dum dee dum dee dum dee de. Still, comical not real. No one real trots if they’re not on a horse. And even then, cowboys don’t trot. Ever. imagine Wyatt Earp trotting. Or, God bless us and save us Mrs Davies, John Wayne. Nope, i aint a trotting afficionado.
Anonymous
horse walking down a pathway and starting to slowly break out of its usual canter. A pig has trotters therefore it trots. You trot when you walk proudly. Trot is an adjective to describe the style of walking.
Rose
The fox trotted jovially down the street. His red fur was auburn like fall. He had a white patch of fur on his back and black paws. Trot trot trot down the street. It looked as if he was hoping. Like a little kid on his way to the ice cream truck.
Megan C.
Trotting is an action done by young children, people whose minds contain the equivalent of a young child, or those that realize that the world is so chaotically fucked that all they can do is prance about in the sea of decimation in hopes of extracting some abstract sense of hope amidst the obliteration of ethics and reality.
death means jack
A horse trot. . . dot. lot. sought. knot. knot in a bow. Bow and arrow. Deer hunting. Forest and peace. quiet. Trot. Jogging.
Danyell
trot sao
Anonymous
like a horse, because that is okay all of a sudden, to think like a horse, i wonder what they would do if i morphed into a horse and had to deal with being beaten all the time like a fucking piece of meat. as if this has any relevance to life or anything in it concerning any sort of reality at all, i feel like a fool when asked to pull my thoughts out of my mind onto a piece of useless
Sybil
if there ever was a single display of emotion I could fully extract and make it my own it would be that which I feel most chaotically each and every
Iconic
Trot is a fast pacing with horse or dog.
Sergey
trot is a character who visits Oz. she travels with captain bill. she trots a long like the little red donkrey out of a story I can’t remember the title of. Fiction releases us from our world and explains it too. Every child should be read to.
Ingrid
Another horse courses, jealous of an affair across country. This took a long walk and even a short trot but horse can’t stop thinking about it anywhere.
Chris Weige | Reckon
trot
Anonymous
I trotted along the hall, looking for him. It had only been a day, but I was already needy, already hurting. Finally he was in his room. Maybe today he would say it, what he was always lying to himself about. And lying to me, too.
The horse’s pace accelerated until it reached a trot. His legs elegantly carried him across the field, oblivious to all who observed him in his magestic grace.
trot down the road while considering what it is, or was, hell what might be, the reason you are still here. Breathing. Thinking.
I remember walking at a snail’s pace through my high school, at the end of the day. But between classes in my heavy backpack and my short, thin legs, small for my age, I’d be running. Just to be on time I’d run. And it made me look ridiculous, I know it, but it was kind of exciting in a way.
Jim sat in the bleachers next to the track. He was watching the girls track practice. He liked the way they bounced when they ran. All except for Susie. She was 6 feet tall and built like a horse. Her run looked more like a trot. He had bedded her just to see what it would be like. It was an unpleasant experience he wish he could forget.
Three Reasons Oliver Trespasses:
my name is Silvia
the thing about horses is that they look so graceful. dreams about horses are happy and majestic. and the knight is always in shining armour. but have you sat on a horse. have you been able to trot in comfort?
we were on the side of a road, a gravel road. I had never seen a horse before that day. It was the sound that got my attention first. I had no idea what it was. We were about to go home when this rhythmic noise stopped us in our tracks in time to shield our eyes from the dust left by a horse trotting past.
tortijdslkjflkjnsdknlvjsndvjkndkvndksnvkjn
run
His lungs strained from the pace, an all-out run with arms flailing and legs all skittish and crazy, like his hair was on fire. His body couldn
i didnt even know what “trot” was, needed a dictionary. I heard gipsies here like that. Sometimes i think that is how i will make money in the future, working doesnt interest me.
60 secs is a long time.
Horses..
The pony broke into a fine little trot.
She bounced lightly, up and down, up and down.
Suddenly a surge of emotion overpowered her and she pulled on the reins.
Too hard.
The horse reared on its hind legs, throwing her off. She landed hard on the ground, but surprisingly, she felt no pain.
It was numb.
trot trot to boston
trot trot to lynn
watch out baby
your’e gonna fall in
trot
spot
tot
lot
fought
rot
sot
sought
got
The walk he used said how do you do? His stride often spoke of deep longings for his childhood in Ontario, collecting butterflies. In the evenings, his meandering reminded passersby of the road abandoned or the minefield unmarked. And without warning, he often broke into a trot that jarred each witness to it, like something big was shaking loose!
trotting reminds me of horses
like the kind when I was young
and how I used to ride
back when I was carefree and innocent
and it’d have a rhythm
in my head I would hum along
it was like a constant heartbeat.
The horse wallows in self pity, free from its lonely prison, grass beneath its hooves, away from the stench, the clutter, the paradox of every unwanted…to trot!
Too hot to trot.
The horse trots, a man jogs, a mouse scampers. I never did understand the differences. Why not have a dog sashaying? Or a mouse galloping? Come to think of it, “Galloping Mice” sounds like a good name for a rock band, yeah?
The horse began at a trot. He clutched the black mane tightly, urging her to go on. The horse was a beautiful brown mare, with a black star on her forehead.
“Go, Queen. Fly like the wind.”
And she did.
trot – that’s what he was, selling papers outside the factory gate, talking into the night after meetings above pubs about the armed struggle and state capitalism and stuff that I could not understand or even begin to understand. he said I could if i only listened to him and read the paper.
keep
The horse was between them, and looked pretty ticked off. Fay glanced from it to Damian, looking less than pleased. Dame ignored him and grinned cheerfully.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” The prince asked, fondly stroking her nose.
“Uhuh.” Fay answered, taking a step back.
the world is so beuatiful, many peoples diferents in the world have do so many diference
border for aircrafts
Horses in a field, care free with time to truely live life to the fullest with no worries. Spring and fall a for new beginnings and endings.
Love. don’t think it conquers all. and it’s never enough. You think if you have love, it would solve the worlds problems. Your;s at least.
Nobody told you that it isn’t that simple. or that true.
far from teh truth.
Trot. not a word I use very much. A faintly ridiculous word. Brings to mind Prencess Amnne’s daughter and dressage and , for some strange reason, aged army colonels. I’d neer say, I’ll just trot along to the shops. What would i say? I’d say nip! Nip along to the shops, nip doon the road,. there, that’s better. What else? What next? Back to trot. I feel foolish trotting. And would beckett or Joyce use the word. Woolf might. I really must search for a more recent literary hero. Colm Toibin?
Colum mcCann. read his latest, heavenly and nobody trots. Lets start a search of books, looking for trots. To what purpose? None whatsoever. There’s also Billy Connoly on an imaginary horse. trotting along humming the theme to the Archers. Dum dee dum dee dum dee de. Still, comical not real. No one real trots if they’re not on a horse. And even then, cowboys don’t trot. Ever. imagine Wyatt Earp trotting. Or, God bless us and save us Mrs Davies, John Wayne. Nope, i aint a trotting afficionado.
horse walking down a pathway and starting to slowly break out of its usual canter. A pig has trotters therefore it trots. You trot when you walk proudly. Trot is an adjective to describe the style of walking.
The fox trotted jovially down the street. His red fur was auburn like fall. He had a white patch of fur on his back and black paws. Trot trot trot down the street. It looked as if he was hoping. Like a little kid on his way to the ice cream truck.
Trotting is an action done by young children, people whose minds contain the equivalent of a young child, or those that realize that the world is so chaotically fucked that all they can do is prance about in the sea of decimation in hopes of extracting some abstract sense of hope amidst the obliteration of ethics and reality.
A horse trot. . . dot. lot. sought. knot. knot in a bow. Bow and arrow. Deer hunting. Forest and peace. quiet. Trot. Jogging.
trot sao
like a horse, because that is okay all of a sudden, to think like a horse, i wonder what they would do if i morphed into a horse and had to deal with being beaten all the time like a fucking piece of meat. as if this has any relevance to life or anything in it concerning any sort of reality at all, i feel like a fool when asked to pull my thoughts out of my mind onto a piece of useless
if there ever was a single display of emotion I could fully extract and make it my own it would be that which I feel most chaotically each and every
Trot is a fast pacing with horse or dog.
trot is a character who visits Oz. she travels with captain bill. she trots a long like the little red donkrey out of a story I can’t remember the title of. Fiction releases us from our world and explains it too. Every child should be read to.
Another horse courses, jealous of an affair across country. This took a long walk and even a short trot but horse can’t stop thinking about it anywhere.
trot
I trotted along the hall, looking for him. It had only been a day, but I was already needy, already hurting. Finally he was in his room. Maybe today he would say it, what he was always lying to himself about. And lying to me, too.