His heart was a wasteland, burned and scarred and tough. She saw it, and loved him for it, she believed that the harder a man is, the more passionately he can love.
What is a wasteland? cause i really dont know? thats pretty sad:)
ashley
…… I already did this but it is making my do it again …….. Wow worlds longest minute goes to….. Oneword!…… And even then you are posting too quickly………
After finding the tallest building I in the city, I raced to the roof. Peering over the side, I felt the heaviness of dispair in my stomach as I looked around me. The small city below had become nothing but a werewolf wasteland. The streets were littered with pieces of human bodies, and the abandoned homes now housed the blood thirsty mongrols. I would definantly need help fro my fellow vampires, this wasn’t something I could fight on my own. Now if I could just covince my clan, these humans didn’t deserve to die.
Wasteland Hmmmmm He wonderd through the wasteland the sand crunching under his feet as his brow begins to drip with sweat. He wish hed never left home……. Ticky Ticky.
empty soulles and sort of blank. wandering about groping the sand like its a slavatory object or that it could form into something useful. Sandstorms, winds, sun all of it. no water. no otehr life. there might be a cactus in the distance as if to mock you and tell you maybe you arent alone when you are.
A wasteland is a place where trashes goes? I don’t know. That is what I would of guessed though. I can picture a wasteland full of pile of trashes though.
In the middle of the desert, a dry wasteland, the explorer fought for survival. He almost didn’t make it. His camel was almost dead of starvation and thirst, but then a town appeared in the horizon. they were saved.
A wasteland is like a no mans land or like a landfill? I guess. It could be just be land that you couldn’t really do anything with so its just empty and long. No sure bout this one….
Alleycheer1997
The barren nuclear wasteland was forbidden not by law, but by the simple fact that nothing could last long in that area. The legacy of Chernobyl would be remembered for much longer here than anywhere else.
Uhh wasteland? Uhm like the game? I think its called Tony Hawks American wasteland! that game is so fun!(: ha uhmm yeah. wasteland makes me think of gargage. Thats icky :P
Sol used to talk about eloping in New Mexico. The most arid, sun-kissed wasteland we could find. He promised stucco houses and cactuses and papayas for breakfast. He wanted to trade our Sable for a minivan, for car seats and plastic and sippy cups.
The Wasteland Plastic, he said. But I’d never really wanted kids.
Wasteland. Garbage Dump. Why I Live at the Town Dump. Eudora Welty.
The free association flowed through her fingertips, despite her resistance to the project. She thought her English teacher was stupid. Not stupid in an I-don’t-like-you-and-can’t-think-of-a-better-insult sort of way, but stupid in a legitimately-not-too-bright sort of way. Still, she couldn’t deny that the free association assignment was fascinating.
Sol used to talk about eloping in New Mexico. The most arid, sun-kissed wasteland we could find. He talked about stucco houses and cactuses and papayas for breakfast. He promised me the biggest diamond Kay Jeweler’s could find. He wanted to trade our Sable for a minivan, for car seats and plastic and sippy cups.
The Wasteland Plastic, he said. But my ring never came.
A barren feeling
My insides after tragedy
Life at it’s fullest
The low after the high
Lost dreams
Cold hearts
Torn apart
Wasteland.
Annaose
nothing just emptiness that’s the first thing that cames in my mind!!!!
P.S. And Tony Hawk :)
Constantine
waste? trash? disaster. leftovers. let it go. throw them aside. emptiness. dirt.
carolyne
The wasteland of the southern broken desert stretched out below the twin moons of upper and lower quadratia. Charl slipped a cigarette analogue into his mouth, breathing in the smoke that cleansed his lungs of the nano plague that had infected the area. A smoke blew from the hustle of caravans ahead. He was almost there.
waste is the land and i m the man hiom she or we can know for small in fair through life come strong in the deep shaving has beeen asked go dear where is the name can
Rahul
It was a wasteland like I had never seen before. THere were bricks and fragments of metal and glass shimmer agsinst what once eused to be a city. I looked from the highest hill in the land and sighed. Who knew that one man could have started a chain reaction like this. It was all a mis
a barren and desolate space.not only pertaining to the physical world but to a person’s soul, spirit.
sarah
A city is a wasteland in its own right. My city is. There’s so much to walk by and ignore, so much space wasted by buildings with no purpose and filled with another person’s trash. Within this crowded mess are few places I actually need.
I haven’t heard that song in years. The one sung by that angst filled half baked teenager, about the wasteland of his heart? I remember he had spiked hair, and earrings in his mouth and black stuff all around his eyes.
I remember his mother crying when he came home with all that crap on too. He didn’t keep the look though, now he’s explaining to his teens why they shouldn’t do it. lol.
You were my transformation; once, a wealth of
inspiration and creativities, you turned it all to gray.
Flavorless
Colorless
Scentless
Feelingless
Silent
You turned me into a wasteland.
Abbey
There standing in the dusty ground I looked around. Desolate, there was no life and nothing to look to. I grabbed a stone and threw it. It bounced twice and landed with a thud. Nothing moved. The rock didn’t eve look like it had moved.
His heart was a wasteland, burned and scarred and tough. She saw it, and loved him for it, she believed that the harder a man is, the more passionately he can love.
What is a wasteland? cause i really dont know? thats pretty sad:)
…… I already did this but it is making my do it again …….. Wow worlds longest minute goes to….. Oneword!…… And even then you are posting too quickly………
After finding the tallest building I in the city, I raced to the roof. Peering over the side, I felt the heaviness of dispair in my stomach as I looked around me. The small city below had become nothing but a werewolf wasteland. The streets were littered with pieces of human bodies, and the abandoned homes now housed the blood thirsty mongrols. I would definantly need help fro my fellow vampires, this wasn’t something I could fight on my own. Now if I could just covince my clan, these humans didn’t deserve to die.
Wastelands are kinda gross. Aren’t they like lands full of waste? That would make sense, it just sounds gross.
Wasteland Hmmmmm He wonderd through the wasteland the sand crunching under his feet as his brow begins to drip with sweat. He wish hed never left home……. Ticky Ticky.
It seems to me that Clay Springs is a barren wasteland.
that would be an awesome map name for Call of Duty……… wasteland……
empty soulles and sort of blank. wandering about groping the sand like its a slavatory object or that it could form into something useful. Sandstorms, winds, sun all of it. no water. no otehr life. there might be a cactus in the distance as if to mock you and tell you maybe you arent alone when you are.
Death Valley is a wasteland.
A wasteland is a place where trashes goes? I don’t know. That is what I would of guessed though. I can picture a wasteland full of pile of trashes though.
Wasteland umm we have a big wasteland oh no its called a landfill id but we have one of them here in showlow?
My room is a wasteland no more!!!!!
i cleaned it and now it’s average…… So i can walk around fairly well.
i can’t spell very well:)
In the middle of the desert, a dry wasteland, the explorer fought for survival. He almost didn’t make it. His camel was almost dead of starvation and thirst, but then a town appeared in the horizon. they were saved.
A wasteland is like a no mans land or like a landfill? I guess. It could be just be land that you couldn’t really do anything with so its just empty and long. No sure bout this one….
The barren nuclear wasteland was forbidden not by law, but by the simple fact that nothing could last long in that area. The legacy of Chernobyl would be remembered for much longer here than anywhere else.
Uhh wasteland? Uhm like the game? I think its called Tony Hawks American wasteland! that game is so fun!(: ha uhmm yeah. wasteland makes me think of gargage. Thats icky :P
wasteland………. THERES A GAME CALLED WASTELAND!!!! haha :).
wastelaand remids me of the trash dump.
I live in a wasteland!
dinasaurs and hobos live in a wastlad. disaurs do becausewhere they lived it doesnt exist and hobos because there is a lot of trash.
a place for waste
Wastelands are very barren field or a place that has no human occupants or where there is just stuff everywhere.
barren. don’t let your life or heart become something like this. live. it’s the only chance you’ll get. don’t let your dreams die and rust.
Our beautiful beaches are becoming nothing but a wasteland and no one seems to care
Sol used to talk about eloping in New Mexico. The most arid, sun-kissed wasteland we could find. He promised stucco houses and cactuses and papayas for breakfast. He wanted to trade our Sable for a minivan, for car seats and plastic and sippy cups.
The Wasteland Plastic, he said. But I’d never really wanted kids.
Wasteland. Garbage Dump. Why I Live at the Town Dump. Eudora Welty.
The free association flowed through her fingertips, despite her resistance to the project. She thought her English teacher was stupid. Not stupid in an I-don’t-like-you-and-can’t-think-of-a-better-insult sort of way, but stupid in a legitimately-not-too-bright sort of way. Still, she couldn’t deny that the free association assignment was fascinating.
Sol used to talk about eloping in New Mexico. The most arid, sun-kissed wasteland we could find. He talked about stucco houses and cactuses and papayas for breakfast. He promised me the biggest diamond Kay Jeweler’s could find. He wanted to trade our Sable for a minivan, for car seats and plastic and sippy cups.
The Wasteland Plastic, he said. But my ring never came.
A barren feeling
My insides after tragedy
Life at it’s fullest
The low after the high
Lost dreams
Cold hearts
Torn apart
Wasteland.
nothing just emptiness that’s the first thing that cames in my mind!!!!
P.S. And Tony Hawk :)
waste? trash? disaster. leftovers. let it go. throw them aside. emptiness. dirt.
The wasteland of the southern broken desert stretched out below the twin moons of upper and lower quadratia. Charl slipped a cigarette analogue into his mouth, breathing in the smoke that cleansed his lungs of the nano plague that had infected the area. A smoke blew from the hustle of caravans ahead. He was almost there.
waste is the land and i m the man hiom she or we can know for small in fair through life come strong in the deep shaving has beeen asked go dear where is the name can
It was a wasteland like I had never seen before. THere were bricks and fragments of metal and glass shimmer agsinst what once eused to be a city. I looked from the highest hill in the land and sighed. Who knew that one man could have started a chain reaction like this. It was all a mis
i s
a barren and desolate space.not only pertaining to the physical world but to a person’s soul, spirit.
A city is a wasteland in its own right. My city is. There’s so much to walk by and ignore, so much space wasted by buildings with no purpose and filled with another person’s trash. Within this crowded mess are few places I actually need.
I haven’t heard that song in years. The one sung by that angst filled half baked teenager, about the wasteland of his heart? I remember he had spiked hair, and earrings in his mouth and black stuff all around his eyes.
I remember his mother crying when he came home with all that crap on too. He didn’t keep the look though, now he’s explaining to his teens why they shouldn’t do it. lol.
You were my transformation; once, a wealth of
inspiration and creativities, you turned it all to gray.
Flavorless
Colorless
Scentless
Feelingless
Silent
You turned me into a wasteland.
There standing in the dusty ground I looked around. Desolate, there was no life and nothing to look to. I grabbed a stone and threw it. It bounced twice and landed with a thud. Nothing moved. The rock didn’t eve look like it had moved.