A village is just an old fashioned word for a small town.
dougcoleman
rural beauty
peace
no electricity
mountainside
simple folk
mangalore tiles
rain
trees
travel
rupali
A co-worker was attempting to describe a movie the other day. She was describing the characters in this film that she called “an epic fantasy”. She said that there were dwarfs and fairies and elves and “uh… um…. you know, village people.”
I think the movie would interest me more if she had really meant Village People.
Heather
Villages are fun places to go! yay for villages! sometimes ppl go to villages to see foreign people and crazy jungle babies. welp, willages are maaaad cool! so um… yeth
nikki
The town’s people all went to the village to buy their local goods and foodstuffs. The village was alive with the din of people and animals. The people milled about, sentencing the animals to a cruel, inhumane death, for the simple purpose of eating the meat off of their bones.
Stucks
people, ancient, tradition, everything that’s left behind. community. sense of things from the old world that are familiar.
rebecca
village, africa villages, so unique from what I know, small villages, culture, huts and fires from long ago, cozy towns…
Kristen
my village in tonga is Hofoa! it’s not that big and not that known, but it’s there! my mom village is more known cause it’s right by the Tongan palace! it’s crazy dow! Villages, wat else can i say! it’s where i come from! not a city, but a VILLAGE!
Hevaha Pau'uvale
The lonely village set in the middle of a vast field. It would have been unnoticeable, if not for the commotion that came from the center church. Yells rang out, sharp as bells, and suddenly there was a gunshot.
Rachel Grate
I wish i had a village. i only have a collection of mismatched people, most of whom problbably should not live within such close proximity of each other. If i had a village, i would have a support system about as strong as i need it to be.
Mar
Virtual, but my own. Grey stone and blue tile, totems and icons, an innkeeper who’ll buy my loot and a flight path to Stormwind or Orgrimmar … all a toon could want.
dray
I was walking down the main road and was greated by a teriable silence I knew what was next.
Stephen
a village is where people get together to live. These “people” are part of what is called a cult, and usually practice wife-swapping, pedophillic activities and bestiality.
jake
The village idiot took off his shirt and began tying it over his eyes as he stepped over the smashed corndog on the cobblestone street. “TRUCE!” he yelled over the crowd, but they weren’t listening. The ceremony had already begun.
Janah R. Adams
Village! Village! I wish I was in a small village. I would gather twigs. I would have a pig. My house would be quaint. I would eat berries. I would love the boy next door.
Constance Pittypat
A small village off the coast of North America was where Chiriana grew up, but she would never tell a should that. Here, her name would be “Beth:” research had told her that this would be inconspicuous enough in the big cities. She tightened her grip on her ratty briefcase and stepped into rain.
Melissa Anne
you have yours.
we have ours.
we let hours pass, blinded by the sunlight of my quaint, unique town.
a small village, with a big drug problem.
We pillage these streets everyday.
The hours pass and i ask them if they will ever leave.
no where else will ever feel quite like home, although everynight they’re wiping the sand from their sticky faces, from humid days and the sight of palm trees lining every bay.
this is our village
where is yours?
cara castillo
i was visiting my relatives in the village very interesting and fun as a child growing up seeing different customs and religions. peoples values and priorities were totally different. people in the villages were more down to earth. they had simple lives but very enriched with local culture. it was a very educational and fun time in my life. the village had their own ways which as a city girl i find odd but later in life village life was a life to had-simple honest and fun. wish i could go back to that village i had growing up. i had plenty of wonderful memories of the village. it taught me to realize i live in a plastic fake world in the city..the village life rules.. hey, city folks you gotta visit and spend time at the village. reading about the village is nothing like living it…….
lorna
it takes one to raise a child, a person. a village….love and helping… it took one to get me to a place where i can survive without my love…
a village,
no idiots
no accidents
mish
They say it takes a village to raise a child. In my case it took a single mother. She worked hard, sacrificed much, gave the world, asked for little in return and did it all with poise and grace. There are no amount of words that could describe how wonderful she is.
Audrey
The village was tiny. There were maybe 100 people living there at the time.
Toby
They say it takes a village to raise a child. But they can also destroy a soul. Like cancer one its members can infect the others and destroy it from the inside out.
A soul that searched for a home and found a hell. That was me a long time ago.
Michele
the village is dead, everyone is dead, everything is dead
ahp
a village of people, collected via a common thread of imending harm. A global conglomerate threatens not just their jobs or economic future, but the future of their environment on which they thrive. Without their local ecology they can neither be productive to the outside world, nor grow the grains they need so desperately.
TaurraLynne
a small world of people who live like they should off the land free from everything make homes feed their family the natural way of life
Omar Fatshu
A place that is bigger than a family, but filled with friend-like people. People are not too claustrophobically integrated with one another, but pleasantly intertwined.
Marian
The village remained nestled in the back of the Irish woods, unchanged by the passing of time. What used to be a thriving town lay abandoned, empty of all human life.
Karen
Times past, people who knew each other, quaint scenes. A place you could call home. Could we build villages within cities now? Self-contained, walkable, still quaint, even self-supporting? Or is that too cultish? Sunshine, open fields, makes me think of my father’s town.
Denise
where everyone knows you and everything about you.. you can’t escape anyone from the village.. they are your extended family, half of which you don’t want or care for. But everyone sticks up and takes care of everyone else. It’s love
amy
The village. I hated that freaking movie. I mean, Bryce Dallas Howard didn’t even ACT blind. She just felt around and poked her stick in the ground and didn’t look people in the eye. I’m all for Joaquin though, he’s a nice piece of actor. Don’t get me started on Adrian Brody. I knew they lived in a Village, with somehting odd. I knew it.
Rach
a small picture
on the wall of
my soul…
a village
human being
Village is like pillage but with a v. Pillaging is bad. I dont know what else to say as I feel all this pressure. Thats bad about pillaging, so much pressure to pillage more than the other people. Is pillage raping? Or just stealing stuff? Is there a link between pillaging and villages? Do villages pillage? Pillage villages? Is it worth it? THey have no shit, you might ascertain coconut husks or something.
Googe Van Hayden
When I walked into the village, I felt a little bit cold. I don’t know what brought that on; maybe it was some sort of ingrained superstition. After all, it’s not often that one sees a true-blue village these days. It’s not so much the style of construction as the height of the buildings, the size of the population. Maybe the mentality of the people.
Matt
my village is located at the southernmost tip of asia. home is what i call my village. of trees and the sea and familiar sounds of the rural. “kampung” is the word for village and at the kampung did i have my chlidhood days.
clowno
we have too many villages, really, you and i. we separate into our places, the places where our gardening tools are stacked along the wall. waiting.
we’re always waiting for a village. we think we would know one when we say it. we like when people say, “it takes a village to raise a child.”
ann
that’s boring, there are villages that are backwards with cannibals, they become more civilised when they move out of villages. Villages are made of grass and they spit on them to keep the grass together. The spit is a glue you might say. Children under 12 must sleep outside the village gates. If they manage to survive until they are 16 without being eaten by the lions and hyenas they are allowed to come into the gates and be married off to the chiefs disposed of concubines.
Ioana Gordon-Smith
I awoke in a strange town unknown to me. I was hesitant at first to find myself. I had no idea where to go or who to talk to. New ideas were arising in me. Was it the town, or was it the new sense of awareness that where ever I was, I began to like it.
Joel Chico
In the village people don’t tune out the sound of sirens. The pace of life isn’t foretold by the amount of money your father made when you were growing up. People shuffle their feet, but not so that it upsets anyone too greatly.
Landsy
The village was a great place to rest. It housed many resources, rivers, palm trees and squirrels. It was truly a paradise. Of course, all good things have to eventually come to an end… and so was it for this beautiful village. One day, it so happened…
Shiresan
There was a village in the mountains, near a river that was known as Styx. It was on the border of the legends reserved for those who had made the greatest journey of all — the long walk from life to death.
A village is just an old fashioned word for a small town.
rural beauty
peace
no electricity
mountainside
simple folk
mangalore tiles
rain
trees
travel
A co-worker was attempting to describe a movie the other day. She was describing the characters in this film that she called “an epic fantasy”. She said that there were dwarfs and fairies and elves and “uh… um…. you know, village people.”
I think the movie would interest me more if she had really meant Village People.
Villages are fun places to go! yay for villages! sometimes ppl go to villages to see foreign people and crazy jungle babies. welp, willages are maaaad cool! so um… yeth
The town’s people all went to the village to buy their local goods and foodstuffs. The village was alive with the din of people and animals. The people milled about, sentencing the animals to a cruel, inhumane death, for the simple purpose of eating the meat off of their bones.
people, ancient, tradition, everything that’s left behind. community. sense of things from the old world that are familiar.
village, africa villages, so unique from what I know, small villages, culture, huts and fires from long ago, cozy towns…
my village in tonga is Hofoa! it’s not that big and not that known, but it’s there! my mom village is more known cause it’s right by the Tongan palace! it’s crazy dow! Villages, wat else can i say! it’s where i come from! not a city, but a VILLAGE!
The lonely village set in the middle of a vast field. It would have been unnoticeable, if not for the commotion that came from the center church. Yells rang out, sharp as bells, and suddenly there was a gunshot.
I wish i had a village. i only have a collection of mismatched people, most of whom problbably should not live within such close proximity of each other. If i had a village, i would have a support system about as strong as i need it to be.
Virtual, but my own. Grey stone and blue tile, totems and icons, an innkeeper who’ll buy my loot and a flight path to Stormwind or Orgrimmar … all a toon could want.
I was walking down the main road and was greated by a teriable silence I knew what was next.
a village is where people get together to live. These “people” are part of what is called a cult, and usually practice wife-swapping, pedophillic activities and bestiality.
The village idiot took off his shirt and began tying it over his eyes as he stepped over the smashed corndog on the cobblestone street. “TRUCE!” he yelled over the crowd, but they weren’t listening. The ceremony had already begun.
Village! Village! I wish I was in a small village. I would gather twigs. I would have a pig. My house would be quaint. I would eat berries. I would love the boy next door.
A small village off the coast of North America was where Chiriana grew up, but she would never tell a should that. Here, her name would be “Beth:” research had told her that this would be inconspicuous enough in the big cities. She tightened her grip on her ratty briefcase and stepped into rain.
you have yours.
we have ours.
we let hours pass, blinded by the sunlight of my quaint, unique town.
a small village, with a big drug problem.
We pillage these streets everyday.
The hours pass and i ask them if they will ever leave.
no where else will ever feel quite like home, although everynight they’re wiping the sand from their sticky faces, from humid days and the sight of palm trees lining every bay.
this is our village
where is yours?
i was visiting my relatives in the village very interesting and fun as a child growing up seeing different customs and religions. peoples values and priorities were totally different. people in the villages were more down to earth. they had simple lives but very enriched with local culture. it was a very educational and fun time in my life. the village had their own ways which as a city girl i find odd but later in life village life was a life to had-simple honest and fun. wish i could go back to that village i had growing up. i had plenty of wonderful memories of the village. it taught me to realize i live in a plastic fake world in the city..the village life rules.. hey, city folks you gotta visit and spend time at the village. reading about the village is nothing like living it…….
it takes one to raise a child, a person. a village….love and helping… it took one to get me to a place where i can survive without my love…
a village,
no idiots
no accidents
They say it takes a village to raise a child. In my case it took a single mother. She worked hard, sacrificed much, gave the world, asked for little in return and did it all with poise and grace. There are no amount of words that could describe how wonderful she is.
The village was tiny. There were maybe 100 people living there at the time.
They say it takes a village to raise a child. But they can also destroy a soul. Like cancer one its members can infect the others and destroy it from the inside out.
A soul that searched for a home and found a hell. That was me a long time ago.
the village is dead, everyone is dead, everything is dead
a village of people, collected via a common thread of imending harm. A global conglomerate threatens not just their jobs or economic future, but the future of their environment on which they thrive. Without their local ecology they can neither be productive to the outside world, nor grow the grains they need so desperately.
a small world of people who live like they should off the land free from everything make homes feed their family the natural way of life
A place that is bigger than a family, but filled with friend-like people. People are not too claustrophobically integrated with one another, but pleasantly intertwined.
The village remained nestled in the back of the Irish woods, unchanged by the passing of time. What used to be a thriving town lay abandoned, empty of all human life.
Times past, people who knew each other, quaint scenes. A place you could call home. Could we build villages within cities now? Self-contained, walkable, still quaint, even self-supporting? Or is that too cultish? Sunshine, open fields, makes me think of my father’s town.
where everyone knows you and everything about you.. you can’t escape anyone from the village.. they are your extended family, half of which you don’t want or care for. But everyone sticks up and takes care of everyone else. It’s love
The village. I hated that freaking movie. I mean, Bryce Dallas Howard didn’t even ACT blind. She just felt around and poked her stick in the ground and didn’t look people in the eye. I’m all for Joaquin though, he’s a nice piece of actor. Don’t get me started on Adrian Brody. I knew they lived in a Village, with somehting odd. I knew it.
a small picture
on the wall of
my soul…
a village
Village is like pillage but with a v. Pillaging is bad. I dont know what else to say as I feel all this pressure. Thats bad about pillaging, so much pressure to pillage more than the other people. Is pillage raping? Or just stealing stuff? Is there a link between pillaging and villages? Do villages pillage? Pillage villages? Is it worth it? THey have no shit, you might ascertain coconut husks or something.
When I walked into the village, I felt a little bit cold. I don’t know what brought that on; maybe it was some sort of ingrained superstition. After all, it’s not often that one sees a true-blue village these days. It’s not so much the style of construction as the height of the buildings, the size of the population. Maybe the mentality of the people.
my village is located at the southernmost tip of asia. home is what i call my village. of trees and the sea and familiar sounds of the rural. “kampung” is the word for village and at the kampung did i have my chlidhood days.
we have too many villages, really, you and i. we separate into our places, the places where our gardening tools are stacked along the wall. waiting.
we’re always waiting for a village. we think we would know one when we say it. we like when people say, “it takes a village to raise a child.”
that’s boring, there are villages that are backwards with cannibals, they become more civilised when they move out of villages. Villages are made of grass and they spit on them to keep the grass together. The spit is a glue you might say. Children under 12 must sleep outside the village gates. If they manage to survive until they are 16 without being eaten by the lions and hyenas they are allowed to come into the gates and be married off to the chiefs disposed of concubines.
I awoke in a strange town unknown to me. I was hesitant at first to find myself. I had no idea where to go or who to talk to. New ideas were arising in me. Was it the town, or was it the new sense of awareness that where ever I was, I began to like it.
In the village people don’t tune out the sound of sirens. The pace of life isn’t foretold by the amount of money your father made when you were growing up. People shuffle their feet, but not so that it upsets anyone too greatly.
The village was a great place to rest. It housed many resources, rivers, palm trees and squirrels. It was truly a paradise. Of course, all good things have to eventually come to an end… and so was it for this beautiful village. One day, it so happened…
There was a village in the mountains, near a river that was known as Styx. It was on the border of the legends reserved for those who had made the greatest journey of all — the long walk from life to death.