the monster crept thru the village. seething, hissing and dripping cloudy substance from its’ mouth, foaming maybe, I don’t know. It was scary, large claws dangled from its big fat paws. it shriked with loud noises as it climbe
Lisa marie Peaslee
The small village is a home. Its a small world within the vast earth. The village has a doctor’s office, dentist office, and everything in between. You’ve been to this village, its your home.
Kate
How manic was I
That the world around me saw
Fit to destroy all
And in that moment
The hole swallowed up my self
Returning the hollow
paisley
home. friends and family. comforting, quaint and comforting. home.
bailey
The village was dark and dreary. Nobody knew anything nor did they want to know. Death, smoke, clouds, blood. Horror was a common theme. A hero was wished for.
bob
the most picturesque and memorable villages in England. Most memories, eventhough I’ve never been to most. Miss 1997.
27
Villages in sword of vermillion
the village idiot has become president
birch
a place we all belong, where we’re needed, wanted, housed. people and persons, making up a community that is small but big enough to hold it’s citizens united. a place to shop, visit friends, invite family and live lives. a place with a library and a corner store. a church yard and school, a post office and a smile from all of those who pass.
Kim Griffin
i lived in a village with many a peeps we all shared a big hall in which we would sleeps. there was a big giant, around our village did creeps, he’d do mean stuff like gobble up our sheeps. we’d scare him off with loud bangs and beeps.
alyssa
The people knew what they wanted, but also knew they would never leave the village. Nothing was so good to draw them away, and everything they were made them stay. It was regrettable, but it was life. And it was okay.
errrrg
a place where people of different cultures and walks of life come together to live and share. new traditions. new memories. many lives blended into one. it takes a village to raise a child, because one person raising a child would turn out poorly. you need diversity. a village is home.
Melly
it takes a village to raise a child. If the child is lucky. But sometimes the child is not lucky, and must be raised by parents. Alone. In the midst of a deep dark forest. That child ends up being creepy and annoying, the kind that doesn’t know how to socialize with the other kids in junior high. Wait, no kids know the right way to socialize in junior high. that is why junior high is a bad place. When will people grow up? not junior high.
georgia porgia
try to pass the village so quietly and easy, it takes a village but here in Sleepy Hollow, why cant I think of a village, yikes what is a village anyway?
D
patient town
wulfric and gwenda
dwell silent
and reap the fields
at twilight
l
town place space going to going on and on and on and homes and houses and peak top rooves roofs and destination nowheres spaces townhome away from home, village is always the one you go to not come from I didn’t come from
jen
A city. A community. Gathering in front of a large fountain. Just one person off towards the edge of the crowd. If there is always a village fool and a village idiot there is also always a village outcast. That person that doesn’t fit in, that doesn’t seem to matter. That person who never has an idea to contribute. Who is afraid to speak.
Lee
there was a small village on the east side of the country. In this village there were serveral thousand different kinds of plants. It had been uncharted by the rest of civila
Norman
It’s a small place. Tucked away under big dusty old trees, and you can hear the pigs grunting happily in the back as somebody is clanking a bucket on fence rails. There are dogs standing the dust, wagging their tails gently, grining, and looking entirely too smart for their own good. There’s a couple of children with snot dribbling down their upper lips. There’s a couple of crooked-looking people sitting in the shade of the porch. Some other folks with blocky heads and eyes that don’tr track very well come out of the only ope door,a nd stare at them.
Heather
Monkies lived in a village. they tormented everyone at that village. The people revolted and try to kill the monkies. after several years they caught their leader and forced them into a contract to leave the villagers alone, thus the people lived in harmony as the rulers of the land so kids, the history books are wrong.
Jacob
a group of people who work together to provide food, shelter and safety for their families.
Mo
In the village, there are so many things to see and people to meet. It is a nice to come out of the country once in a while and visit the village.
Jill
I lived in a village where there were a lot of people… a lot of strange people. I didn’t quite know what was going on, but I do know that they were all staring at me as if I was the black sheep of the family. Though, they weren’t my family. I didn’t know who they were. I just know that they were strange-looking, almost alien-esque. I didn’t know whether to be scared or happy that I had finally found some sort of race, something that was alive, rather than the depths of loneliness and unknown that I had survived through for the past week.
Gena
village. it was in this village that i grew up. the people were worn and abused by the area. we walked barefoot for we had no shoes. this was the honest life and i was living it yet all i wanted to do was lie.
Sarah
i used to work at a store called village health market. it was a health food store, lots of strange people shopping there. it was a good job, flexible, the people there were nice, but incredibly dull at times. after a few months i couldnt take it anymore and had to quit a few weeks early.
tom
small town with friendly people, simple people that are not greedy or materialistic, who live off the land and sell their products to make a living. Quaint, charming, isolated, picturesque, thatched roofs, smoking chimneys
Justine
the last thing i ever thought i would say was “help”. but look where this boat has landed. we’re stranded and marooned in a harpoon of abandoned spinning looms. this village is empty; its jawbone has hit the dirt. forget the december stories. the last thing we need is another love poem. i am cantankerous.
max maller
The village was filled with dust. Spiders crawling on ants crawling on flies. Flies intercourse intermingled in skin layered in dirt. The village was filled with people. People were creating lines. Lines were forming circles. Crowds were exploding. people were scratching. There was chaos.
Arielle
i work at the village health market… or i did, tonight was supposed to be my last night, and i skipped my shift to have a last kiss with a boy i care about and, i gotta say, money or not, it was worth it.
tay
it takes a village to raise a child. unless she’s special needs. then it takes a determined woman, a legion of medical professionals and lots of prayers. the dad, oh he took off. he thought it was up to the village
Susan Lopez
Straw and thatch. that’s what the world thinks of when you say village. and outdoor toilets. perhaps ‘quaint’or ‘folkloresque’. but it’s not, not in the slightest. it’s community, one unit in the bodies of tens and twenties. never quaint.
Lilly
in the middle of the village
where all was quiet,
they lay together.
hand in hand, beneath the stars
savouring the moment
because after tomorrow
it would never be the same.
Belle
Little people and quirky personalities gossiping and working and sharing stories over and over of things they know and trying to make sense of the world outside their world
timbo
every town has a village. I hope that you have a nice village idiot.
it is green and round with small little houses all in a circular narrow path with streets that all go to the same place. the houses are tiny but built with great craftsmanship. They have trees on ever street that are all the same.
Heidi Geldis
They crawled out from the trees, their dark eyes upon the small huts of the village below them. Their screeches peirced the night and they watched as the people came from the huts, spears, bows and hatchets at the ready.
In the dark, however, they had the advantage and as another screech filled the air the first drops of blood are spilled.
AJ Brown
There once was a man who lived in a village far away. Not everyone in the village was able to speak, and he was one of the few who could. One day as he was wandering about the village, a beggar approached him and asked what was the one thing he wished for. He said, “Love”.
chris
yes. that is funny.a a village. an empty one. perhaps even haunted. and hungry. a hungry village with hungry people. now thats sad. but then again. no one cares right? they never seem too.
the monster crept thru the village. seething, hissing and dripping cloudy substance from its’ mouth, foaming maybe, I don’t know. It was scary, large claws dangled from its big fat paws. it shriked with loud noises as it climbe
The small village is a home. Its a small world within the vast earth. The village has a doctor’s office, dentist office, and everything in between. You’ve been to this village, its your home.
How manic was I
That the world around me saw
Fit to destroy all
And in that moment
The hole swallowed up my self
Returning the hollow
home. friends and family. comforting, quaint and comforting. home.
The village was dark and dreary. Nobody knew anything nor did they want to know. Death, smoke, clouds, blood. Horror was a common theme. A hero was wished for.
the most picturesque and memorable villages in England. Most memories, eventhough I’ve never been to most. Miss 1997.
27
Villages in sword of vermillion
the village idiot has become president
a place we all belong, where we’re needed, wanted, housed. people and persons, making up a community that is small but big enough to hold it’s citizens united. a place to shop, visit friends, invite family and live lives. a place with a library and a corner store. a church yard and school, a post office and a smile from all of those who pass.
i lived in a village with many a peeps we all shared a big hall in which we would sleeps. there was a big giant, around our village did creeps, he’d do mean stuff like gobble up our sheeps. we’d scare him off with loud bangs and beeps.
The people knew what they wanted, but also knew they would never leave the village. Nothing was so good to draw them away, and everything they were made them stay. It was regrettable, but it was life. And it was okay.
a place where people of different cultures and walks of life come together to live and share. new traditions. new memories. many lives blended into one. it takes a village to raise a child, because one person raising a child would turn out poorly. you need diversity. a village is home.
it takes a village to raise a child. If the child is lucky. But sometimes the child is not lucky, and must be raised by parents. Alone. In the midst of a deep dark forest. That child ends up being creepy and annoying, the kind that doesn’t know how to socialize with the other kids in junior high. Wait, no kids know the right way to socialize in junior high. that is why junior high is a bad place. When will people grow up? not junior high.
try to pass the village so quietly and easy, it takes a village but here in Sleepy Hollow, why cant I think of a village, yikes what is a village anyway?
patient town
wulfric and gwenda
dwell silent
and reap the fields
at twilight
town place space going to going on and on and on and homes and houses and peak top rooves roofs and destination nowheres spaces townhome away from home, village is always the one you go to not come from I didn’t come from
A city. A community. Gathering in front of a large fountain. Just one person off towards the edge of the crowd. If there is always a village fool and a village idiot there is also always a village outcast. That person that doesn’t fit in, that doesn’t seem to matter. That person who never has an idea to contribute. Who is afraid to speak.
there was a small village on the east side of the country. In this village there were serveral thousand different kinds of plants. It had been uncharted by the rest of civila
It’s a small place. Tucked away under big dusty old trees, and you can hear the pigs grunting happily in the back as somebody is clanking a bucket on fence rails. There are dogs standing the dust, wagging their tails gently, grining, and looking entirely too smart for their own good. There’s a couple of children with snot dribbling down their upper lips. There’s a couple of crooked-looking people sitting in the shade of the porch. Some other folks with blocky heads and eyes that don’tr track very well come out of the only ope door,a nd stare at them.
Monkies lived in a village. they tormented everyone at that village. The people revolted and try to kill the monkies. after several years they caught their leader and forced them into a contract to leave the villagers alone, thus the people lived in harmony as the rulers of the land so kids, the history books are wrong.
a group of people who work together to provide food, shelter and safety for their families.
In the village, there are so many things to see and people to meet. It is a nice to come out of the country once in a while and visit the village.
I lived in a village where there were a lot of people… a lot of strange people. I didn’t quite know what was going on, but I do know that they were all staring at me as if I was the black sheep of the family. Though, they weren’t my family. I didn’t know who they were. I just know that they were strange-looking, almost alien-esque. I didn’t know whether to be scared or happy that I had finally found some sort of race, something that was alive, rather than the depths of loneliness and unknown that I had survived through for the past week.
village. it was in this village that i grew up. the people were worn and abused by the area. we walked barefoot for we had no shoes. this was the honest life and i was living it yet all i wanted to do was lie.
i used to work at a store called village health market. it was a health food store, lots of strange people shopping there. it was a good job, flexible, the people there were nice, but incredibly dull at times. after a few months i couldnt take it anymore and had to quit a few weeks early.
small town with friendly people, simple people that are not greedy or materialistic, who live off the land and sell their products to make a living. Quaint, charming, isolated, picturesque, thatched roofs, smoking chimneys
the last thing i ever thought i would say was “help”. but look where this boat has landed. we’re stranded and marooned in a harpoon of abandoned spinning looms. this village is empty; its jawbone has hit the dirt. forget the december stories. the last thing we need is another love poem. i am cantankerous.
The village was filled with dust. Spiders crawling on ants crawling on flies. Flies intercourse intermingled in skin layered in dirt. The village was filled with people. People were creating lines. Lines were forming circles. Crowds were exploding. people were scratching. There was chaos.
i work at the village health market… or i did, tonight was supposed to be my last night, and i skipped my shift to have a last kiss with a boy i care about and, i gotta say, money or not, it was worth it.
it takes a village to raise a child. unless she’s special needs. then it takes a determined woman, a legion of medical professionals and lots of prayers. the dad, oh he took off. he thought it was up to the village
Straw and thatch. that’s what the world thinks of when you say village. and outdoor toilets. perhaps ‘quaint’or ‘folkloresque’. but it’s not, not in the slightest. it’s community, one unit in the bodies of tens and twenties. never quaint.
in the middle of the village
where all was quiet,
they lay together.
hand in hand, beneath the stars
savouring the moment
because after tomorrow
it would never be the same.
Little people and quirky personalities gossiping and working and sharing stories over and over of things they know and trying to make sense of the world outside their world
every town has a village. I hope that you have a nice village idiot.
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it is green and round with small little houses all in a circular narrow path with streets that all go to the same place. the houses are tiny but built with great craftsmanship. They have trees on ever street that are all the same.
They crawled out from the trees, their dark eyes upon the small huts of the village below them. Their screeches peirced the night and they watched as the people came from the huts, spears, bows and hatchets at the ready.
In the dark, however, they had the advantage and as another screech filled the air the first drops of blood are spilled.
There once was a man who lived in a village far away. Not everyone in the village was able to speak, and he was one of the few who could. One day as he was wandering about the village, a beggar approached him and asked what was the one thing he wished for. He said, “Love”.
yes. that is funny.a a village. an empty one. perhaps even haunted. and hungry. a hungry village with hungry people. now thats sad. but then again. no one cares right? they never seem too.