i was walking through the past and saw how my life has changed, i could notice how the things change and h
andrea
I started walking to the end of the tunnel. There was someone standing. I walked as fast as my feet could carry. Didn’t run. Just walked. Because I knew that if they had waited for 20 minutes for me to come, they could wait five more. This was a fun walk.
Abhinav
walking through this life is like walking through a varied landscape. I pass so many different ways of loving the world, crying for the world, and breaking my heart. I have no words.
Emily Duesing
While walking through the forest, I came upon a broken tree stump. Its name was Groot. It said, I am Groot. Groot was my new companion, and came along with little protest. We were walking together through the forest when we came upon a furry raccoon. He took Groot. I left.
I was walking down the road when I suddenly came across an old friend. It was weird. I never thought I’d see him again, not after what happened back then, when we used to be friends.
walking to the corner store is the easiest way for me to get whatever i need. they have calypso, candy and even condoms. i could walk all day. if it wasn’t for the way georgia is set up i wouldn’t even have a car. walking on the treadmill in the morning is the easiest way for me to get pumped up and ready for the day.
mark
John walked down the cold, frostbitten city streets. No sounds could be heard that night- nothing out of the ordinary. The sound of a light flickering. The sound of a window shattering or of a car’s alarm. As the apartment lights began to switch off, John knew that the nightly curfew had begun. He waited five minutes, until the street lights too, began to dim and flicker. No one of any sanity would be out now, and this made John shudder. He felt like someone was watching him from the shadows, although that could have just been his fear, combined with the knowledge that he was doing something forbidden. As the last street light slowly flickered off, John turned, and, freezing any doubt within him, he pulled his parka up over his head for the warmth and continued to walk.
Morris and Clara were walking along the edge of the dark zone. When the settlers first arrived, it had been a great spot for a romantic walk, affording the privacy of twilight, and a landscape reasonably clear of plant growth, as everything had died out in the cold of the eighty year night. Now, though, it was awash with people looking for the “monster”, but at least the committee had prohibited people from flashing lights into it, so it was once again a nice place for a relaxing walk. “If there really is a monster,” said Clara, “we should be searching for it. People aren’t searching for it out of some morbid curiosity, they’re scared!”
“If there is a monster,” Morris responded, ” so far it’s been leaving us alone, and maybe that’s for the best! Even if it’s as cute as a puppy, it could carry some disease that could wipe us out in a week!”
tonykeyesjapan
In my head, I’m walking by the subject so heavy in the air. So heavy on our hearts. It shifts to move in front of me. I walk around it. Trying to get to you. But the obvious is in front of me. It’s an obstacle that neither of us can get around. Until you lie in the palm of my body and I wrap my arms around you. Until our legs intertwine and you rest your head back against my shoulder. It’s then that I stop walking and allow myself to fall in love with you.
I’m going for a walk. Not the after dinner kind.
Bad Religion.
Thoreau.
Dead.
I love walking. I can walk for miles. Not a lot of people like to walk. They’re just dumb.
One step…. after the other…. don’t think….. just do……”this too will pass”…. if I can only…… put…. one…. foot…. forward……. break it down……breathe….count… one….foot…stomp….two feet… stomp…
Daisy Lavers
Walking, he knew, would clear his mind and rid himself of the illness of sitting. The smell of country air and the spicy forest and the sound of twittering birds soothing his soul, yes, this would all help.
Steve O
I walk every day in the park it is good for my body.
walking is good you should practice and walk everyday. It is important to walk in the garden and do alots of things everyday. walking is vital for young and old.
One foot in front of the other.
Do not look down.
Do not look back.
Do not dip your feet in the footprints of others
Because you will sink into their memories
etched onto pavement and dirt
and you will fade.
Just close your eyes
clack your heels
and step
off:
into a lover’s heat
or your child’s smile
or a glossy red Chevrolet.
I went walking on a Saturday night and didn’t return home until Thursday the next week. The thing is, I don’t remember what I did during that time. I can recall slight sensory memories – the smell of burnt marshmallow and the sour taste of some sort of wine I may have sipped once before in my life, sort of like someone strangled a grape into a glass for sustenance.
Belinda Roddie
Walking slow, walking fast. Doesn’t matter. Neither does the destination. What are you going through? That might be important. Who walks with you?
Henrique Bispo dos Santos
Walking through the park, the fine dust falling at his feet, he thought back to the days before the war. He was worried about whether he was living in the right place, if he’d be able to find a job if he lost the one he had, and a thousand other things that he now knew were inconsequential.
Craiggo
They were on the brink of no return. If they kept going there was going to be no walking away from what they did. Ushio grit his teeth and made Yusei look him in the eyes. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop right now.”
Those blue eyes were nearly the color of midnight with desire. The teen shook his head then leaned up to kiss him again. “Don’t stop.”
I was walking alongside a river when I suddenly noticed a shadow emerging from it’s depths. At first glance, the river didn’t appear to be that deep. But I realized that it was much, much deeper than any river I had ever seen. The shadow itself was enormous as well, and as it approached the surface it only grew larger. Suddenly, a whale leapt from the depths, and half the river seemed to be displaced with it’s splash!
I had been running for so long. Running to things, running away from others. Always running, never walking. I was Lepus’ cousin. And now that it’s over, now that my time has passed. I look back, and I wish I had taken a little time to just walk. So I turned,and with a steady tread, I walked. I was done rushing into everything. Now, I walked, facing everything as constant and steady, no longer Lepus- I am Testudine. And I would face this new-chapter open-minded, and without fear.
The scrape of rotting flesh and tattering rags along cement filled every silence…if Anya strained hard enough for it. No, it was just the rush of blood in her ears, the slight stirring of air in the dark warehouse. But in the dark, she squinted beyond what she could see, beyond the barricaded walls, listening.
I wish I could be out walking right now, exploring the world, rather than stuck here in my house with nothing to do. Walking gives me a certain peace, allows me to clear my mind. Whether on a hike or walking through the city, I have some of my deepest thoughts simply out walking.
Ashley Montoya
“Why is the sky green?,” asked my son.
“The sky isn’t green Billy,” I respond to him. The mismatching of colors had mede more sense since his diagnosis of being color blind- just like his mother,
It had been six months since the accident, and still the doctors told him not to get his hopes up. But what was the point of hope, then, if not to raise one up? He knew he could prove them wrong. The other side of the room looked like it was a mile away, but it would be his mile to take.
“Take it easy,” he told himself, “you’ve got this.”
My feet stomp against the ground, rain falling all around me. I don’t know whether I’ll make it home in time, but standing in the storm, my problems seem petty. Weather doesn’t care about how fast I have to walk. Weather only cares about how long it takes water to fall to the ground.
Clouds. We were there, enjoying the view of a naked aroused body.
Ena
as I get up to wag my tail like a dog,
there she goes, pouncing up like a frog!
As I swaddle my face into the light,
the sprinkles of summer waters, spashling about,
I cannot find the passage, the rite,
a fish in a todum pole lake, we tout!
i was walking through the past and saw how my life has changed, i could notice how the things change and h
I started walking to the end of the tunnel. There was someone standing. I walked as fast as my feet could carry. Didn’t run. Just walked. Because I knew that if they had waited for 20 minutes for me to come, they could wait five more. This was a fun walk.
walking through this life is like walking through a varied landscape. I pass so many different ways of loving the world, crying for the world, and breaking my heart. I have no words.
While walking through the forest, I came upon a broken tree stump. Its name was Groot. It said, I am Groot. Groot was my new companion, and came along with little protest. We were walking together through the forest when we came upon a furry raccoon. He took Groot. I left.
I was walking down the road when I suddenly came across an old friend. It was weird. I never thought I’d see him again, not after what happened back then, when we used to be friends.
walking to the corner store is the easiest way for me to get whatever i need. they have calypso, candy and even condoms. i could walk all day. if it wasn’t for the way georgia is set up i wouldn’t even have a car. walking on the treadmill in the morning is the easiest way for me to get pumped up and ready for the day.
John walked down the cold, frostbitten city streets. No sounds could be heard that night- nothing out of the ordinary. The sound of a light flickering. The sound of a window shattering or of a car’s alarm. As the apartment lights began to switch off, John knew that the nightly curfew had begun. He waited five minutes, until the street lights too, began to dim and flicker. No one of any sanity would be out now, and this made John shudder. He felt like someone was watching him from the shadows, although that could have just been his fear, combined with the knowledge that he was doing something forbidden. As the last street light slowly flickered off, John turned, and, freezing any doubt within him, he pulled his parka up over his head for the warmth and continued to walk.
To advance or travel on foot at a moderate speed or pace
Morris and Clara were walking along the edge of the dark zone. When the settlers first arrived, it had been a great spot for a romantic walk, affording the privacy of twilight, and a landscape reasonably clear of plant growth, as everything had died out in the cold of the eighty year night. Now, though, it was awash with people looking for the “monster”, but at least the committee had prohibited people from flashing lights into it, so it was once again a nice place for a relaxing walk. “If there really is a monster,” said Clara, “we should be searching for it. People aren’t searching for it out of some morbid curiosity, they’re scared!”
“If there is a monster,” Morris responded, ” so far it’s been leaving us alone, and maybe that’s for the best! Even if it’s as cute as a puppy, it could carry some disease that could wipe us out in a week!”
In my head, I’m walking by the subject so heavy in the air. So heavy on our hearts. It shifts to move in front of me. I walk around it. Trying to get to you. But the obvious is in front of me. It’s an obstacle that neither of us can get around. Until you lie in the palm of my body and I wrap my arms around you. Until our legs intertwine and you rest your head back against my shoulder. It’s then that I stop walking and allow myself to fall in love with you.
You should walk more
‘Cause you run all the time and you stumble a lot
You’re hurt
You’re moving forward
Walking is good because it can help you to keep fit and it can m
walking
eating
playing
watching
talking
listening
licking
I’m going for a walk. Not the after dinner kind.
Bad Religion.
Thoreau.
Dead.
I love walking. I can walk for miles. Not a lot of people like to walk. They’re just dumb.
One step…. after the other…. don’t think….. just do……”this too will pass”…. if I can only…… put…. one…. foot…. forward……. break it down……breathe….count… one….foot…stomp….two feet… stomp…
Walking, he knew, would clear his mind and rid himself of the illness of sitting. The smell of country air and the spicy forest and the sound of twittering birds soothing his soul, yes, this would all help.
I walk every day in the park it is good for my body.
walking in the park.
walking is a good things.
walking is a healthy sport.
its good for fat people
walking is good for the body .
my mother walk every afternoon
You changed
I don’t know you anymore
And I don’t care to know who you’ve become.
walking is a good thing to do everyday. But , you shoul
walking is good you should practice and walk everyday. It is important to walk in the garden and do alots of things everyday. walking is vital for young and old.
One foot in front of the other.
Do not look down.
Do not look back.
Do not dip your feet in the footprints of others
Because you will sink into their memories
etched onto pavement and dirt
and you will fade.
Just close your eyes
clack your heels
and step
off:
into a lover’s heat
or your child’s smile
or a glossy red Chevrolet.
The forest rained with neon red. Her feet crunched the leaves on the stone walk. Her cloak made her bleed into the night.
I went walking on a Saturday night and didn’t return home until Thursday the next week. The thing is, I don’t remember what I did during that time. I can recall slight sensory memories – the smell of burnt marshmallow and the sour taste of some sort of wine I may have sipped once before in my life, sort of like someone strangled a grape into a glass for sustenance.
Walking slow, walking fast. Doesn’t matter. Neither does the destination. What are you going through? That might be important. Who walks with you?
Walking through the park, the fine dust falling at his feet, he thought back to the days before the war. He was worried about whether he was living in the right place, if he’d be able to find a job if he lost the one he had, and a thousand other things that he now knew were inconsequential.
They were on the brink of no return. If they kept going there was going to be no walking away from what they did. Ushio grit his teeth and made Yusei look him in the eyes. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop right now.”
Those blue eyes were nearly the color of midnight with desire. The teen shook his head then leaned up to kiss him again. “Don’t stop.”
I was walking alongside a river when I suddenly noticed a shadow emerging from it’s depths. At first glance, the river didn’t appear to be that deep. But I realized that it was much, much deeper than any river I had ever seen. The shadow itself was enormous as well, and as it approached the surface it only grew larger. Suddenly, a whale leapt from the depths, and half the river seemed to be displaced with it’s splash!
I had been running for so long. Running to things, running away from others. Always running, never walking. I was Lepus’ cousin. And now that it’s over, now that my time has passed. I look back, and I wish I had taken a little time to just walk. So I turned,and with a steady tread, I walked. I was done rushing into everything. Now, I walked, facing everything as constant and steady, no longer Lepus- I am Testudine. And I would face this new-chapter open-minded, and without fear.
The scrape of rotting flesh and tattering rags along cement filled every silence…if Anya strained hard enough for it. No, it was just the rush of blood in her ears, the slight stirring of air in the dark warehouse. But in the dark, she squinted beyond what she could see, beyond the barricaded walls, listening.
I wish I could be out walking right now, exploring the world, rather than stuck here in my house with nothing to do. Walking gives me a certain peace, allows me to clear my mind. Whether on a hike or walking through the city, I have some of my deepest thoughts simply out walking.
“Why is the sky green?,” asked my son.
“The sky isn’t green Billy,” I respond to him. The mismatching of colors had mede more sense since his diagnosis of being color blind- just like his mother,
It had been six months since the accident, and still the doctors told him not to get his hopes up. But what was the point of hope, then, if not to raise one up? He knew he could prove them wrong. The other side of the room looked like it was a mile away, but it would be his mile to take.
“Take it easy,” he told himself, “you’ve got this.”
My feet stomp against the ground, rain falling all around me. I don’t know whether I’ll make it home in time, but standing in the storm, my problems seem petty. Weather doesn’t care about how fast I have to walk. Weather only cares about how long it takes water to fall to the ground.
Clouds. We were there, enjoying the view of a naked aroused body.
as I get up to wag my tail like a dog,
there she goes, pouncing up like a frog!
As I swaddle my face into the light,
the sprinkles of summer waters, spashling about,
I cannot find the passage, the rite,
a fish in a todum pole lake, we tout!
You know we’re walking in a way you’ve went through a years ago. But you are still here tying to find you freedom.