It doesn’t take one to raise a child. It only takes dedicated parents that understand the great responsibility that is a child. They didn’t ask to be here. So sorry your life has to change, but it does so do it. Don’t ruin a child, don’t make them unprepared for society, dick.
Conrad Iwanicki
sticks and stones and one straight road, a washerwoman and a tree. a dog, a trough, a hog, four legs on all three.
Aaron Mitton
one world!! it gives us the feeling of unitedness and togetherness. but ratgher it should mean we live to reach the same goal set ot us but the virtue of God to mean we deserve it.
sebe
the smallest little place in the county, a tiny little huddling of short houses sloping together as if sharing a secret. A quiet place with a reflective pond at the centre, mirroring not just the skies but the mood of the weather around the special place.
EMC
a village is a place where there are no roads …no place to live well..but now the villages are improving.there is a tremendous growth is the villages of india.
arjav harjai
In the village there lived a wise old dog who knew much about the ways of the younger ones. He knew some needed just the right placement, just the right family. But this one. The one names K2, would be different. K2 was large and inhospitable, like the mountain. Harder than other well known dogs, the more common difficulties.
Cam
i thibnt theres something wrrong with the world today everything is based on what the media says
so this buy that your to fat some on
how about being real for once people be yourself and nothing else
thats what real beauty is. free thinking
free speaking un tainted and pure
ash brooker
Walking away never looking back I knew I would return to this place.So much has happened in such little time that these people needed an excuse. Stones were their tools and my body their canvas.
jim
a movie that kinda sucked but underrated at the same time. it still made me think just like the sixth sense but mustve been executed improperly.
Olivia
villages seem like fun places to live. The small nit communities allow for friendships and cultures to florish like a big city wouldn’t. Though I prefer living in a good sized town with plenty of shopping opputunities. Villages seem to be more towards prosicuting differences than towns.
ashlyn
I approached from the far off hill. And as I reached the crest, I could see wafts of smoke gently floating from the small huts in the valley. It was then that I realized I was home.
Bosco
there once was a quiet village near the eve of war. beyond that there wasn’t much to see. vast fields surround the village as it lay dormant WAITING for the great governor ames to ring the bell of sexual favors
Terrence
Each of us have differing roles to fill and fall into the social structure of our work and play communities. There is an obvious hierarchy in every organization with value being placed on those that bring in the resources needed to keep the community going. What type of village member am I?
Danny
The beautiful village I live in is located on Lake Erie. It’s the perfect setting for a village and it has all the components necessary for a good life. It is being threatened by development however. Development that does not take into consideration the unique nature of my village and the developers are taking down trees and clearing forest areas without regard to the wildlife and the beauty of the area.
Sharon Bowers
it’s tiny and the ones who left it had no good reason. It was just time to move on. The darkened doorways and dusty mirrors the lonely survivors of mistakes of the past. One silent room deserves another.
scoot
a safe place to be where everyone knows everyone.
small, nestled between mountains, rivers for fishing and swimming are all parts of a village
fran
uninspired by your village sir. you don’t impress me with you suggestions. willage rhymes with village but willage is not a word. unless you have some sort of accent that allows such an atrocity to occur and be allowed. pillage the village. that’s a game, but it sucks donkey babies.
carlo
A tiny place that became a harvest moon, washed in the gutter of the Hague. A haggard lady offered a place to stay and a cup of tea to a brutal night. It refused, and opted for a quilt and a bowl of ice cream, crying in the centre among the pig slop and pissed in fountains.
Jenny
the village was small but self sufficient. one utopian place to return.
Enrique Reynaud
there once was a small village at the top of a hill. it was the dark center of a dark time. there is no longer a small village at the top of a hill.
Cliff
The village is after my opinion a pretty boring place. Sometimes I think about it, as a place where killing pigs and animals is an everyday thing. I never understood, why people don’t move to cities. Anyway, I would never, ever live in a village for more than a couple of weeks. And the smell! Oh my god… in east european villages, there is that weird smell. Pretty discusting… anyway. If they like that, then, why not?
Tamas Meder
The village was dark. The buildings were decrepit. The air was thick with a feeling of rot.
A beautiful couple, both man and woman dressed in deep red, walked among the buildings.
wes
A VILLAGE IS A SMALL COMMUNITY WHERE PEOPLE LIVE IN. THERE’S A SCARY MOVIE ABOUT A VILLAGE. A VILLAGE STARTS WITH A V. A VILLAGE WAS ESTABLISHED WHEN MAN LEARNED TO PLANT AND NOT HUNT FOR WHEN THEY HUNTED THEY MIGRATED, SO WHEN THEY LEARNED ABOUT AGRICULTURE, THEY SETTLED IN ONE PLACE AND THAT WAS A VILLAGE.
MIA
There was a village on the outside of town. Vacant, cold, dark – it was empty. Or so the town thought. One afternoon a fog blanketed the town and carried the smell of sweet flowers from the village. The towns
Cathy
it takes a village to raise a child, or so they say. but does it really? I think that one strong, positively influential person can make or break a child’s spirit and that’s where it all lies.
Jen M
townfolks, they’re always there, staring at us, at all the thing foreign to their tiny mind. Scaring way to live, something like not living at all!
Nomed
please remember me
L
i would like to live in a quaint suburban village of cookie cutter houses and nice lawns. where people are nice or seemingly nice. why i could just ride around on a bike without fear of becoming hit by a truck.
erica
When I think of village I think of an indian tribe.
Anna
village. i cant think of words for village
because i have been forgotten..
it feels like this:
empty, full of holes, alone
and is surrounded by you
not knowing;
ceaselessly not knowing
L
village is a interesting word to write in 60 seconds. so yeah
Anna
Village. A game played in theater class. well, villages. we pretend to be a key part of an ancient village, but we can only speak in gibberish. we establish ourselves one by one… sometimes you’re the priest, sometimes you’re the crazy homeless man.
EL
there was a village on the hill.
it was a very small village, just a few civilized citizens, i was one of them. there weren’t many villages anywhere else in this town, only here. where is here you ask? i don’t know exactly. omg time is running out. crap. uhhhh super junior is awesome!! only 13!! woot!!
pearl
the village was alive with noise and happiness while the children played in the streets. They all knew something was about to happen but nobody was prepared for this. When he finally arrived, the village was surprised. Nobody said this was going to be easy, but nobody said he would look like this. The village was not preapred… for a mummy
josh taylor
Small and quaint, it was laidback into the trees. Almost unseeable from the road, if not for the large sign announcing it’s presence.
“So, what about it honey? Want to stop here for the night?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It looks too small to have a hotel.”
“I’m sure they’ve got a B&B. Imagine it, our first B&B together?” His face relaxed as he imagined waking up in the morning, a hot breakfast waiting on him.
Shanna Wynne
green we are village green preservation society, yeah the kinks, a very good rock
Anonymous
once there was this little village that had 324352 people living in it. so i guess you could say it wasn’t a village cause villages don’t normally have that many people. but so this village had this watering hole that everyone used. it was very clean because everyone would use this water and it was their only source. one day a child went missing from the village and no one could find him.
chelsea durr
there was a village in new england that had a lot of women who liked to fish for a living. the problem was that they all smelled like the fish since the men would not allow them to buy soap products. you see, they were part of a secret cult-like religion who had lasted unseen in this village since the turn of the century.
apes
it takes a village to raise a child as was shown to me by the series of unfortunate events. there was a lot of crows in that book, but besides that I dont’ remember. villages are kinda dank and such. maybe a bit muddy stereotypically.
Vamps
It takes a village to raise a child. That’s for sure! I have colleagues, fireinds,a nd family helping me survive my child-rearing days. But, in return, I help support them with their needs, especially those that are child-based. For example, I am editing an essay for application to Anapolis! Hey, if the kid gets in, I’d feel (to a very slight extent) like I got the nod, too. So, I guess when I’m out of the diaper stage, there will be endless reasons to call on my fellow village members for help. It’s kind of nice to feel needed, and it’s even nicer to have the help of others.
It doesn’t take one to raise a child. It only takes dedicated parents that understand the great responsibility that is a child. They didn’t ask to be here. So sorry your life has to change, but it does so do it. Don’t ruin a child, don’t make them unprepared for society, dick.
sticks and stones and one straight road, a washerwoman and a tree. a dog, a trough, a hog, four legs on all three.
one world!! it gives us the feeling of unitedness and togetherness. but ratgher it should mean we live to reach the same goal set ot us but the virtue of God to mean we deserve it.
the smallest little place in the county, a tiny little huddling of short houses sloping together as if sharing a secret. A quiet place with a reflective pond at the centre, mirroring not just the skies but the mood of the weather around the special place.
a village is a place where there are no roads …no place to live well..but now the villages are improving.there is a tremendous growth is the villages of india.
In the village there lived a wise old dog who knew much about the ways of the younger ones. He knew some needed just the right placement, just the right family. But this one. The one names K2, would be different. K2 was large and inhospitable, like the mountain. Harder than other well known dogs, the more common difficulties.
i thibnt theres something wrrong with the world today everything is based on what the media says
so this buy that your to fat some on
how about being real for once people be yourself and nothing else
thats what real beauty is. free thinking
free speaking un tainted and pure
Walking away never looking back I knew I would return to this place.So much has happened in such little time that these people needed an excuse. Stones were their tools and my body their canvas.
a movie that kinda sucked but underrated at the same time. it still made me think just like the sixth sense but mustve been executed improperly.
villages seem like fun places to live. The small nit communities allow for friendships and cultures to florish like a big city wouldn’t. Though I prefer living in a good sized town with plenty of shopping opputunities. Villages seem to be more towards prosicuting differences than towns.
I approached from the far off hill. And as I reached the crest, I could see wafts of smoke gently floating from the small huts in the valley. It was then that I realized I was home.
there once was a quiet village near the eve of war. beyond that there wasn’t much to see. vast fields surround the village as it lay dormant WAITING for the great governor ames to ring the bell of sexual favors
Each of us have differing roles to fill and fall into the social structure of our work and play communities. There is an obvious hierarchy in every organization with value being placed on those that bring in the resources needed to keep the community going. What type of village member am I?
The beautiful village I live in is located on Lake Erie. It’s the perfect setting for a village and it has all the components necessary for a good life. It is being threatened by development however. Development that does not take into consideration the unique nature of my village and the developers are taking down trees and clearing forest areas without regard to the wildlife and the beauty of the area.
it’s tiny and the ones who left it had no good reason. It was just time to move on. The darkened doorways and dusty mirrors the lonely survivors of mistakes of the past. One silent room deserves another.
a safe place to be where everyone knows everyone.
small, nestled between mountains, rivers for fishing and swimming are all parts of a village
uninspired by your village sir. you don’t impress me with you suggestions. willage rhymes with village but willage is not a word. unless you have some sort of accent that allows such an atrocity to occur and be allowed. pillage the village. that’s a game, but it sucks donkey babies.
A tiny place that became a harvest moon, washed in the gutter of the Hague. A haggard lady offered a place to stay and a cup of tea to a brutal night. It refused, and opted for a quilt and a bowl of ice cream, crying in the centre among the pig slop and pissed in fountains.
the village was small but self sufficient. one utopian place to return.
there once was a small village at the top of a hill. it was the dark center of a dark time. there is no longer a small village at the top of a hill.
The village is after my opinion a pretty boring place. Sometimes I think about it, as a place where killing pigs and animals is an everyday thing. I never understood, why people don’t move to cities. Anyway, I would never, ever live in a village for more than a couple of weeks. And the smell! Oh my god… in east european villages, there is that weird smell. Pretty discusting… anyway. If they like that, then, why not?
The village was dark. The buildings were decrepit. The air was thick with a feeling of rot.
A beautiful couple, both man and woman dressed in deep red, walked among the buildings.
A VILLAGE IS A SMALL COMMUNITY WHERE PEOPLE LIVE IN. THERE’S A SCARY MOVIE ABOUT A VILLAGE. A VILLAGE STARTS WITH A V. A VILLAGE WAS ESTABLISHED WHEN MAN LEARNED TO PLANT AND NOT HUNT FOR WHEN THEY HUNTED THEY MIGRATED, SO WHEN THEY LEARNED ABOUT AGRICULTURE, THEY SETTLED IN ONE PLACE AND THAT WAS A VILLAGE.
There was a village on the outside of town. Vacant, cold, dark – it was empty. Or so the town thought. One afternoon a fog blanketed the town and carried the smell of sweet flowers from the village. The towns
it takes a village to raise a child, or so they say. but does it really? I think that one strong, positively influential person can make or break a child’s spirit and that’s where it all lies.
townfolks, they’re always there, staring at us, at all the thing foreign to their tiny mind. Scaring way to live, something like not living at all!
please remember me
i would like to live in a quaint suburban village of cookie cutter houses and nice lawns. where people are nice or seemingly nice. why i could just ride around on a bike without fear of becoming hit by a truck.
When I think of village I think of an indian tribe.
village. i cant think of words for village
because i have been forgotten..
it feels like this:
empty, full of holes, alone
and is surrounded by you
not knowing;
ceaselessly not knowing
village is a interesting word to write in 60 seconds. so yeah
Village. A game played in theater class. well, villages. we pretend to be a key part of an ancient village, but we can only speak in gibberish. we establish ourselves one by one… sometimes you’re the priest, sometimes you’re the crazy homeless man.
there was a village on the hill.
it was a very small village, just a few civilized citizens, i was one of them. there weren’t many villages anywhere else in this town, only here. where is here you ask? i don’t know exactly. omg time is running out. crap. uhhhh super junior is awesome!! only 13!! woot!!
the village was alive with noise and happiness while the children played in the streets. They all knew something was about to happen but nobody was prepared for this. When he finally arrived, the village was surprised. Nobody said this was going to be easy, but nobody said he would look like this. The village was not preapred… for a mummy
Small and quaint, it was laidback into the trees. Almost unseeable from the road, if not for the large sign announcing it’s presence.
“So, what about it honey? Want to stop here for the night?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It looks too small to have a hotel.”
“I’m sure they’ve got a B&B. Imagine it, our first B&B together?” His face relaxed as he imagined waking up in the morning, a hot breakfast waiting on him.
green we are village green preservation society, yeah the kinks, a very good rock
once there was this little village that had 324352 people living in it. so i guess you could say it wasn’t a village cause villages don’t normally have that many people. but so this village had this watering hole that everyone used. it was very clean because everyone would use this water and it was their only source. one day a child went missing from the village and no one could find him.
there was a village in new england that had a lot of women who liked to fish for a living. the problem was that they all smelled like the fish since the men would not allow them to buy soap products. you see, they were part of a secret cult-like religion who had lasted unseen in this village since the turn of the century.
it takes a village to raise a child as was shown to me by the series of unfortunate events. there was a lot of crows in that book, but besides that I dont’ remember. villages are kinda dank and such. maybe a bit muddy stereotypically.
It takes a village to raise a child. That’s for sure! I have colleagues, fireinds,a nd family helping me survive my child-rearing days. But, in return, I help support them with their needs, especially those that are child-based. For example, I am editing an essay for application to Anapolis! Hey, if the kid gets in, I’d feel (to a very slight extent) like I got the nod, too. So, I guess when I’m out of the diaper stage, there will be endless reasons to call on my fellow village members for help. It’s kind of nice to feel needed, and it’s even nicer to have the help of others.