Children screamed.
Trees quivered.
Men reached for their weapons.
Merciless wolf left none standing.
Tore at children.
Mauled trees.
Attacked men.
All that remained was a single red cloak.
In which a young child was swathed.
Motionless.
Dead.
Danielle
It takes a village…right? Well, why then, in todays world do we not even have family anymore? Why has something that was once so sacred become a burden, an excuse, and a bad assicoation? I am so confused. And angry. Why are children not cherished like little balls of fire on a very cold night?
Helen
small. close people. yards grass shops with things made buy the hands of the person selling it to you. takes a village too.. community. tribe. the human condition loves a.. the further away from the less happy in all honesty.
sillyeyes
The village was isolated from the bigger towns by the surrounding mountains, but its inhabitants built more formidable, less tangible barriers than those of stone, tree and ice.
Patrick
A small town. In the wild or rural. Some say it takes a village to raise a child, i think that means that many faces are needed to see a child through.
joni
The village was so small. Ancient men and women had lived there long ago. Explorers stumbled upon the small village where they found much much gold. The gold corrupted these men which then lead to their death. So so much sadness from this little village.
Daniel McIlrath
cupcake labradoodle delicious incredible blue sky ocean life adrenaline beauty horse lexi
harrydog
the village was small. wooden huts. thatched. A small village of smiling faces. Not yet disturbed by the ways of technology. A simpler way. Real love. Really knowing one’s family. Simple work. Simple ways. The best way of all. Who says technology is a good thing?
Pagele
it takes a village to damn you. what if you were raised by the village of the damned? how would that affect your life- i’m sure you’d be pretty messed up. not able to a lot of things that the undamned village were able to do… what about where you are from- yeah, i’m from that damned village up the street. sounds like you hate it.
I visited a french village, well really rode my bike through it. It was really beautiful. The people who live there were smoking something illegal in the square where we had our lunch from the supermarket. They probably longed to go somewhere else.
M
There once was a village that belived it was not cut out to make its self a town. It felt like it was limited to the bounds of fishing and nothing more. as they set out to make sure they would not grow… the politics grew and it became a boom town.
randall
There was a small village in the middle of nowhere, then suddenly, a large rock fell from the sky and completely wiped off the map. Farewell small village in the middle of nowhere. You will probably not be remembered.
Double Dash
a small green place in the mountain side where there are lots of trees and forests. There is also a small house that has many balconies and rabbits inside it to clean up after the humans are out cutting the trees. At night ever
Jalal
The world is a village and we are all outcasts in it. The most we can hope for it to find one person to be our world. Forget trying to fit in. It’s hopeless if that’s what you want. Just fit together with your one true love.
kandisweet
I awoke to the rising sun, all burning and orange in the sky. Hard to believe it wa just gas and matter and such, seemed like some sort of god to me. I pushed aside the curtains and stepped onto the sand. My own private village, who would’ve thunk it? Ive been on this island for months however, it wasn’t something i enjoyed.
Amelia
I’m a ghost as I walk through this village
the faces that I pass don’t recognize me anymore
this hollow body continues to travel, i must continue
home is where the heart is.
my heart isn’t in this village.
Tomy Wilkerson
I once saw a pretty village. It had no knowledge of evil and greed. Once a town’s man came to the village and told them about sin. The village than admired sin and worshiped it. It sunk into fear afterwards.
pecazy
Village eyes.
Village Lies.
It takes a whole Village to raise a child.
No wonder our children are corrupt.
anon
O shit, not again! This is killing me, its complexity unfolding me. why? Why do i try?. Fighting is, after all, useless.
ryan
The feeling of community is at it’s peak when you reach such a quaint spot that one calls a village. You belong. You are loved. Seek out your own village to truly feel a human connection. Even if you are the village idiot. Every village has one rejoice in the camaraderie.
allison
They say the world is a village. It takes a village to raise a child. Who then raised those in the village?
TOM
village. it takes a village to raise a child. probably so because parents can be so polarly opposite from their children that one day, they wake up and say, “who are you?” “when did you start caring about this, being like that, wanting this?” maybe i’ve always been this way and you just never noticed.
do we notice some… bitterness? yeah. that’s me.
laura
The village couldn’t be more baron if it tried. It’s buildings are merely ash and it’s population is nothing but bones.
I bet the fire keep it warm in the German winter, though.
severedlegface
i’m sitting here.
watching the clock run down.
the green bar. the seconds.
and all i can think
all i can see
is film stills.
damn the night!
fdot
in the village we’re not so alone and we’re all so alone and i’m by myself and i’m shopping in the downtown with my arms full of things that i’ve stolen. we’re alone again, all alone again. take me downtown to those shops with all the stolen things and we’ll put them right. we’ll set them right again.
Sarah Albanese
the war torn village was ravaged beyond recongnition and all realms of his imagination. His eyes searched for where he used to bathe, where he used to play and finally to where he used to live…..
zwun
london is
everything you could ever want…
but
still
a
mere
village….
soulbrush
he returned to his ancestral village after 20 long years away, and the things he had hoped to share with the people he grew up with was of no consequence to them whatsoever, for they hadn’t moved forward in time even one iota.
moon
Once upon a time, there was a family who lived in a small village on the top of a mountain. No one really knew about this village, because it was so far away from everything else. Nobody from other towns would ever come to the village, it being so far away from society, and all. Once strange day, a witch came from the bottom of the mountain. She lived in a cave underneath the village. She decided to cast a spell on the mountain, which caused the village to freeze in time.
susan
a small place to live, cozy, companionship, friendship and relationship, quaint and picturesque with gardens, flowers, and a stream running through. Traditional, with horses and carriages instead of cars and trucks, surounded by farm fields, trees, woods, hedgerows, and lots of animal life.
Stitching Queen
village, it takes one to raise not just a child but all of us as society. we are more lost and disconnected than ever. we don’t know our neighbors we have less people to rely on. people are sadder and more depressed than ever because we isolate ourselves and don’t have a sense of community. we will die like this strangled gasping for air
~anna
The village lay quiet, in slumber as deep as the inky sky above. Not one soul knew of the lion that prowled around the outskirts, watching and waiting with a peculiarly human intelligence. It was his night; any village had no chance.
Chantel
She lived in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. She lived a boring and regular life. She never felt special or loved. She was sad, especially when it rained on the village, which was a pretty common event. But that all changed one day, the one day she went to town.
missy
It take a village to raise a child. A tree grows in Brooklyn. The Village People would like it there.
Ali
the village was dark and remote; a tiny hamlet of vice and iniquity that was forgotten by most, remembered by a few of the devil’s chosen. she put the small packet into her backpack and wandered inside the small rooms and found something extraordinary.
lorraine
That was a terrible movie.
Ab
The village was still and steady, preparing for a siege. And they waited, and it came. Lights went out all across the village and sleep lay seige to each and every occupant. At morning light, the siege ended, and all awoke again.
Rubiya
Pillage the village.
Rape and pillage, rape and pillage.
The vikings were living the American dream before America even existed!
Odd
i have alway wanted to find my fairy tale village i would like there with those i love till the end of time and all would be good with the world.
An angry wolf ravaged the village.
Children screamed.
Trees quivered.
Men reached for their weapons.
Merciless wolf left none standing.
Tore at children.
Mauled trees.
Attacked men.
All that remained was a single red cloak.
In which a young child was swathed.
Motionless.
Dead.
It takes a village…right? Well, why then, in todays world do we not even have family anymore? Why has something that was once so sacred become a burden, an excuse, and a bad assicoation? I am so confused. And angry. Why are children not cherished like little balls of fire on a very cold night?
small. close people. yards grass shops with things made buy the hands of the person selling it to you. takes a village too.. community. tribe. the human condition loves a.. the further away from the less happy in all honesty.
The village was isolated from the bigger towns by the surrounding mountains, but its inhabitants built more formidable, less tangible barriers than those of stone, tree and ice.
A small town. In the wild or rural. Some say it takes a village to raise a child, i think that means that many faces are needed to see a child through.
The village was so small. Ancient men and women had lived there long ago. Explorers stumbled upon the small village where they found much much gold. The gold corrupted these men which then lead to their death. So so much sadness from this little village.
cupcake labradoodle delicious incredible blue sky ocean life adrenaline beauty horse lexi
the village was small. wooden huts. thatched. A small village of smiling faces. Not yet disturbed by the ways of technology. A simpler way. Real love. Really knowing one’s family. Simple work. Simple ways. The best way of all. Who says technology is a good thing?
it takes a village to damn you. what if you were raised by the village of the damned? how would that affect your life- i’m sure you’d be pretty messed up. not able to a lot of things that the undamned village were able to do… what about where you are from- yeah, i’m from that damned village up the street. sounds like you hate it.
istanbul, capitalism, money, victim, waste, pollution, tragedy, drama, work, hate, life, death, art, modernism, psychology
I visited a french village, well really rode my bike through it. It was really beautiful. The people who live there were smoking something illegal in the square where we had our lunch from the supermarket. They probably longed to go somewhere else.
There once was a village that belived it was not cut out to make its self a town. It felt like it was limited to the bounds of fishing and nothing more. as they set out to make sure they would not grow… the politics grew and it became a boom town.
There was a small village in the middle of nowhere, then suddenly, a large rock fell from the sky and completely wiped off the map. Farewell small village in the middle of nowhere. You will probably not be remembered.
a small green place in the mountain side where there are lots of trees and forests. There is also a small house that has many balconies and rabbits inside it to clean up after the humans are out cutting the trees. At night ever
The world is a village and we are all outcasts in it. The most we can hope for it to find one person to be our world. Forget trying to fit in. It’s hopeless if that’s what you want. Just fit together with your one true love.
I awoke to the rising sun, all burning and orange in the sky. Hard to believe it wa just gas and matter and such, seemed like some sort of god to me. I pushed aside the curtains and stepped onto the sand. My own private village, who would’ve thunk it? Ive been on this island for months however, it wasn’t something i enjoyed.
I’m a ghost as I walk through this village
the faces that I pass don’t recognize me anymore
this hollow body continues to travel, i must continue
home is where the heart is.
my heart isn’t in this village.
I once saw a pretty village. It had no knowledge of evil and greed. Once a town’s man came to the village and told them about sin. The village than admired sin and worshiped it. It sunk into fear afterwards.
Village eyes.
Village Lies.
It takes a whole Village to raise a child.
No wonder our children are corrupt.
O shit, not again! This is killing me, its complexity unfolding me. why? Why do i try?. Fighting is, after all, useless.
The feeling of community is at it’s peak when you reach such a quaint spot that one calls a village. You belong. You are loved. Seek out your own village to truly feel a human connection. Even if you are the village idiot. Every village has one rejoice in the camaraderie.
They say the world is a village. It takes a village to raise a child. Who then raised those in the village?
village. it takes a village to raise a child. probably so because parents can be so polarly opposite from their children that one day, they wake up and say, “who are you?” “when did you start caring about this, being like that, wanting this?” maybe i’ve always been this way and you just never noticed.
do we notice some… bitterness? yeah. that’s me.
The village couldn’t be more baron if it tried. It’s buildings are merely ash and it’s population is nothing but bones.
I bet the fire keep it warm in the German winter, though.
i’m sitting here.
watching the clock run down.
the green bar. the seconds.
and all i can think
all i can see
is film stills.
damn the night!
in the village we’re not so alone and we’re all so alone and i’m by myself and i’m shopping in the downtown with my arms full of things that i’ve stolen. we’re alone again, all alone again. take me downtown to those shops with all the stolen things and we’ll put them right. we’ll set them right again.
the war torn village was ravaged beyond recongnition and all realms of his imagination. His eyes searched for where he used to bathe, where he used to play and finally to where he used to live…..
london is
everything you could ever want…
but
still
a
mere
village….
he returned to his ancestral village after 20 long years away, and the things he had hoped to share with the people he grew up with was of no consequence to them whatsoever, for they hadn’t moved forward in time even one iota.
Once upon a time, there was a family who lived in a small village on the top of a mountain. No one really knew about this village, because it was so far away from everything else. Nobody from other towns would ever come to the village, it being so far away from society, and all. Once strange day, a witch came from the bottom of the mountain. She lived in a cave underneath the village. She decided to cast a spell on the mountain, which caused the village to freeze in time.
a small place to live, cozy, companionship, friendship and relationship, quaint and picturesque with gardens, flowers, and a stream running through. Traditional, with horses and carriages instead of cars and trucks, surounded by farm fields, trees, woods, hedgerows, and lots of animal life.
village, it takes one to raise not just a child but all of us as society. we are more lost and disconnected than ever. we don’t know our neighbors we have less people to rely on. people are sadder and more depressed than ever because we isolate ourselves and don’t have a sense of community. we will die like this strangled gasping for air
The village lay quiet, in slumber as deep as the inky sky above. Not one soul knew of the lion that prowled around the outskirts, watching and waiting with a peculiarly human intelligence. It was his night; any village had no chance.
She lived in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. She lived a boring and regular life. She never felt special or loved. She was sad, especially when it rained on the village, which was a pretty common event. But that all changed one day, the one day she went to town.
It take a village to raise a child. A tree grows in Brooklyn. The Village People would like it there.
the village was dark and remote; a tiny hamlet of vice and iniquity that was forgotten by most, remembered by a few of the devil’s chosen. she put the small packet into her backpack and wandered inside the small rooms and found something extraordinary.
That was a terrible movie.
The village was still and steady, preparing for a siege. And they waited, and it came. Lights went out all across the village and sleep lay seige to each and every occupant. At morning light, the siege ended, and all awoke again.
Pillage the village.
Rape and pillage, rape and pillage.
The vikings were living the American dream before America even existed!
i have alway wanted to find my fairy tale village i would like there with those i love till the end of time and all would be good with the world.