The desert had always been kind to my family, whenever we needed water we would come across an oasis, an enormous cactus-man who was willing to siphon himself, or a broken down caravan that would trade us water
Raoul Duke
A wasteland is a space where all sorts of strange stuff piles on and it damages the ecology of our planet because it decomposes in ways that are not good and sometimes people do not dispose of stuff properly so it ends up in the wasteland and this sucks cause it’s damaging our planet which in turn is damaging the future of our children and their children and it’s up to us to stop it
Dina
Wasteland, that’s all it was now. Nothing, barren, inhabited by a silly, empty woman next to a silly, empty man, and nothing. She sighed as she closed her eyes, blocking her view of her former home, then turned around and ran.
Sabrina
the world is a wasteland. nobody cares about anything anymore. or maybe nobody ever cared about anything and we’re slowly losing our abilities to pretend. people today are as barren as the earth. nothing matters in the end.
Kaylee Kauffman
a wasteland is a place where you stick crap that is useless and you dont want. a place that garbage lies and is dirty for all to see. A place forgotten by others as there is no importance to the wastelands. They diminish the true beauty around the world and make it an ugly place.
Mel
Mordor is a wasteland. Fire, ash, falling brimstone make it almost impossible to travel safely there. The noxious fumes drive away the casual visitor, while the dead marshes drive away everyone else. It’s almost, though not quite, as bad as hiking through Death Valley in July. Just not a good idea- the heat, the unbearable bad odor and total lack of other people.
As she walked down the halls of her former highschool, she couldn’t help but think to herself, ‘Jesus, what happened here?’
The bent lockers and the graffitied hallways seemed to cloud up the sunnier memories she had from a decade prior.
‘Coming to this reunion maybe wasn’t such a good idea.’
A barren place devoid of all life, sounds depressing and it may very well be just that. It may also just be an endless expanse of limitless possibilities. A place no one has ever been and never soiled.
Taciturn
dry. miserable. death. war. desert. the desert is a wasteland because no one wants to be there. music. lyrics. it was a wasteland. grapes of wrath. it was a wasteland. lost hope. final. hellish.
Caterly
lolwut. TEENAGE WASTELANNNDDDDDDDDDD. (8)
nothx
Looking at the wreckage of the place she called home, she no longer felt regretful. This is where she had gotten in trouble so many times. The wasteland where she smoked her first cigarette, drank her first beer, done drugs, lost her virginity. This town was trash. The people in were horrible. She was done here.
Vai
I’m here, sitting in a wasteland full of stinkin’ nothing. Homework lies on the side but i can’t reach it because my mind is stuck in this wasteland, my eyes glued to the screen, hypnotized and stuck.
emily
“Just a teenage wasteland.”
That’s how the song went, didn’t it?
And maybe it is.
But we are young. And we destroy, and we create.
And we make a mess of ourselves and our surroundings,
But oh, you did the same, you know you did.
So please, allow us to continue to make this world a teenage wasteland.
Remind us not to waste our youth and allow us to live.
And I promise, when we’re all grown, we’ll fix what we broke,
And create what we didn’t have.
A.G.
a desert wasteland. good? i think yes! some may see it as having no life, and while this may be true, we must see it as having a colossal amount of room to blossom into something beautiful!!
Frances Naude
Nothing is of waste if it has value to someone. Land that we call waste may another’s riches!
drwatson
it was a beautiful place to live before the war. There were parks, buildings and families hopping about on their mery ways. But, that was before. Now, theres skeletons of libraries and a dark clouds of smoke that swirl about the lifeless town. Not a soul marks the place it’s own.
Alyssa
wasteland causes me fear like if im alone and i dont like it. Someone like is lost or something. Darkness in a town. Many sad people ..bad
Alejandra
“Ain’t no way….” the soulful voice fills my head with a song that urges me to laugh at the irony before me. Just out this door is a world of rust and overcast skies. It’s a twisted, cold place where nothing ever blooms…not even people.
Living in one. Seriously and honestly. Everything around me is wasting away. It’s my fault. I’m letting it go to waste without appreciating it. I need to start loving everyone I have before it all goes to waste.
casey
Wasteland? err stig of the dump’s club errr Runcorn errr i dunno
Jowett
dump, trash, child labor, desert, alone, no people, gosh I have nooo idea what else…nothing…tundra, antarctica, pigeons, looove, cheese, geese, waste, land, wasteland…ahhH! :)) BLECH! There was a girl and she lived in a wasteland where there was weird clowns bobbing their head up and down laughing all the wayyy hey!! Lol I can still keep on writing….hahahah they can’t stop me!! MUAHAHAHAH! Ok…bye. :D tHIS Is a WAAAastE of TiME :)) Gotta go make a skirttt!! INVASION OF THE KILLER PUFFINS :)) THat;s rite if u got it, flaunt it :D Dunno what that means but ooooh well :)
Regina
This is the second time I am trying it because the browser hadn’t let you do what you were supposed to do. Theredore, what I am writing here right now won’t be natural as expected. Well, I lived in wasteland about thirty years ago. Let’s see what happens.
hasan
In a lost place far from anywhere many haven’t been is where they throw away their rubbish. Years ago it was a beautiful place full of niceties – what a waste.
Ash
it was a zombie wasteland. I didn’t know where to go. I looked around, at the lifeless face that was once our neighbor. They were zombies, the living dead, and they made our neighborhood a wasteland. filled with dead bodies, smelling like rotting flesh, blood covering the streets. This place was no wasteland, this place was hell.
Lindsey Lampman
a barren land where the world has left all its creativity behind, a land where men and women are wasted, where children are taught to hate, where the world is at war.
a land so barren and devoid of love that it is the ugliest place on earth, just as fitzgerald wrote in the great gatsby, btween east egg and manhattan lay a waste land so grey and dark..
kimmiy
People treat life as if it was a wasteland, they don’t appreciate it enough. Its beauty, honesty, purity, happiness that it brings. People trash it and pollute it without every realizing their consequences.
Melissa
garbage, trash all over!!! And probably some radiation juice oozing somewhere, ya know? Like District 9. If we ever live on it, we’ll probably turn into some kind of mutants. Or maybe there is secretly little robots colonies that lives on this wasteland and collects items for its uses. Who know?
kai
Wasteland the final destination of my nightmares
No wonder I can’t relate to the oppressed
No wonder I can’t relate to the oppressor
Both are wrong and yet right for each other
The city had become a wasteland overnight. The skyscrapers that had once towered over thousands of people every day were reduced to rubble. Cars with bodies still inside laid among the streets. It looked like the modern day ancient ruins.
Te desollate wasteland was stretched out before me, i looked back into the setting sun, going away from where i wanted to go.
It felt like one of the nightmares that i had when i was a kid, no one around. But this time there would never be anyone around ever again.
Jenna
sadness and depression. the place you go when you’re without hope. despair. you literally waste away, and it’s such a a waste that you do so It’s not ok to be in wasteland… we can do better…. I can do better. Sadness is not for us, it’s not for the short time we have. Wasteland is a place to be despised but not feared… because we can all come back and rejoice in what we have and what we strive for.
abir
The world is a wasteland!! Its covered in junk we call buildings and cars and houses, but really its all just junk-waste. we’ve filled the world with things that don’t really matter.
Once upon a time there was a wasteland in the middle of no where. People just went and threw things away all the time without a care in the world. But then some people wanted to live there and they had this huge mess to clean up. No one wanted to so they all just started living in the waste. They smelled terrible and had bugs all over them and never washed their hair.
Kristin
a simple thought flew by, hit the sand dune and was neutralized. train tracks crisscrossed on dried, cracked soil, running endlessly into the far horizon.
Staggering through the wasteland, I found myself only half alive. I had been through everything – wolves, snakes, cacti, even a few platypuses- to get here. Yes, right here. I didn’t really know where here was, but doggone I was here.
Bria
Strolling through the wasteland he saw everything he ever wanted. Nothing. It was all so serene, so still. Not many people could see nor understand his emotions, but if you would happen to come across him at that moment, you might’ve seen the faintest glimmer of what one could call a smile.
My life is a toxic wasteland. I’m pondering inside of my own brain, and I feel the acid eating my alive. I live in chaos, wreckage, and I have bloody wounds covering my body from head to toe. I live in toxicity, and I have become one with the damage that has been done to me.
I think of a bunch of different artist. I think of salvador dali and all the different waste lands that he painted. Always with a little life hidden in the middle or passing through. I think of the movie holes, how the people used the wasteland to teach the youth lessons about life.
Erica Hudnall
And in an instant, the beautiful reverie transformed into a wasteland of fear and death. Life was imminent. Love was desolate.
The desert had always been kind to my family, whenever we needed water we would come across an oasis, an enormous cactus-man who was willing to siphon himself, or a broken down caravan that would trade us water
A wasteland is a space where all sorts of strange stuff piles on and it damages the ecology of our planet because it decomposes in ways that are not good and sometimes people do not dispose of stuff properly so it ends up in the wasteland and this sucks cause it’s damaging our planet which in turn is damaging the future of our children and their children and it’s up to us to stop it
Wasteland, that’s all it was now. Nothing, barren, inhabited by a silly, empty woman next to a silly, empty man, and nothing. She sighed as she closed her eyes, blocking her view of her former home, then turned around and ran.
the world is a wasteland. nobody cares about anything anymore. or maybe nobody ever cared about anything and we’re slowly losing our abilities to pretend. people today are as barren as the earth. nothing matters in the end.
a wasteland is a place where you stick crap that is useless and you dont want. a place that garbage lies and is dirty for all to see. A place forgotten by others as there is no importance to the wastelands. They diminish the true beauty around the world and make it an ugly place.
Mordor is a wasteland. Fire, ash, falling brimstone make it almost impossible to travel safely there. The noxious fumes drive away the casual visitor, while the dead marshes drive away everyone else. It’s almost, though not quite, as bad as hiking through Death Valley in July. Just not a good idea- the heat, the unbearable bad odor and total lack of other people.
As she walked down the halls of her former highschool, she couldn’t help but think to herself, ‘Jesus, what happened here?’
The bent lockers and the graffitied hallways seemed to cloud up the sunnier memories she had from a decade prior.
‘Coming to this reunion maybe wasn’t such a good idea.’
A barren place devoid of all life, sounds depressing and it may very well be just that. It may also just be an endless expanse of limitless possibilities. A place no one has ever been and never soiled.
dry. miserable. death. war. desert. the desert is a wasteland because no one wants to be there. music. lyrics. it was a wasteland. grapes of wrath. it was a wasteland. lost hope. final. hellish.
lolwut. TEENAGE WASTELANNNDDDDDDDDDD. (8)
Looking at the wreckage of the place she called home, she no longer felt regretful. This is where she had gotten in trouble so many times. The wasteland where she smoked her first cigarette, drank her first beer, done drugs, lost her virginity. This town was trash. The people in were horrible. She was done here.
I’m here, sitting in a wasteland full of stinkin’ nothing. Homework lies on the side but i can’t reach it because my mind is stuck in this wasteland, my eyes glued to the screen, hypnotized and stuck.
“Just a teenage wasteland.”
That’s how the song went, didn’t it?
And maybe it is.
But we are young. And we destroy, and we create.
And we make a mess of ourselves and our surroundings,
But oh, you did the same, you know you did.
So please, allow us to continue to make this world a teenage wasteland.
Remind us not to waste our youth and allow us to live.
And I promise, when we’re all grown, we’ll fix what we broke,
And create what we didn’t have.
a desert wasteland. good? i think yes! some may see it as having no life, and while this may be true, we must see it as having a colossal amount of room to blossom into something beautiful!!
Nothing is of waste if it has value to someone. Land that we call waste may another’s riches!
it was a beautiful place to live before the war. There were parks, buildings and families hopping about on their mery ways. But, that was before. Now, theres skeletons of libraries and a dark clouds of smoke that swirl about the lifeless town. Not a soul marks the place it’s own.
wasteland causes me fear like if im alone and i dont like it. Someone like is lost or something. Darkness in a town. Many sad people ..bad
“Ain’t no way….” the soulful voice fills my head with a song that urges me to laugh at the irony before me. Just out this door is a world of rust and overcast skies. It’s a twisted, cold place where nothing ever blooms…not even people.
Living in one. Seriously and honestly. Everything around me is wasting away. It’s my fault. I’m letting it go to waste without appreciating it. I need to start loving everyone I have before it all goes to waste.
Wasteland? err stig of the dump’s club errr Runcorn errr i dunno
dump, trash, child labor, desert, alone, no people, gosh I have nooo idea what else…nothing…tundra, antarctica, pigeons, looove, cheese, geese, waste, land, wasteland…ahhH! :)) BLECH! There was a girl and she lived in a wasteland where there was weird clowns bobbing their head up and down laughing all the wayyy hey!! Lol I can still keep on writing….hahahah they can’t stop me!! MUAHAHAHAH! Ok…bye. :D tHIS Is a WAAAastE of TiME :)) Gotta go make a skirttt!! INVASION OF THE KILLER PUFFINS :)) THat;s rite if u got it, flaunt it :D Dunno what that means but ooooh well :)
This is the second time I am trying it because the browser hadn’t let you do what you were supposed to do. Theredore, what I am writing here right now won’t be natural as expected. Well, I lived in wasteland about thirty years ago. Let’s see what happens.
In a lost place far from anywhere many haven’t been is where they throw away their rubbish. Years ago it was a beautiful place full of niceties – what a waste.
it was a zombie wasteland. I didn’t know where to go. I looked around, at the lifeless face that was once our neighbor. They were zombies, the living dead, and they made our neighborhood a wasteland. filled with dead bodies, smelling like rotting flesh, blood covering the streets. This place was no wasteland, this place was hell.
a barren land where the world has left all its creativity behind, a land where men and women are wasted, where children are taught to hate, where the world is at war.
a land so barren and devoid of love that it is the ugliest place on earth, just as fitzgerald wrote in the great gatsby, btween east egg and manhattan lay a waste land so grey and dark..
People treat life as if it was a wasteland, they don’t appreciate it enough. Its beauty, honesty, purity, happiness that it brings. People trash it and pollute it without every realizing their consequences.
garbage, trash all over!!! And probably some radiation juice oozing somewhere, ya know? Like District 9. If we ever live on it, we’ll probably turn into some kind of mutants. Or maybe there is secretly little robots colonies that lives on this wasteland and collects items for its uses. Who know?
Wasteland the final destination of my nightmares
No wonder I can’t relate to the oppressed
No wonder I can’t relate to the oppressor
Both are wrong and yet right for each other
The city had become a wasteland overnight. The skyscrapers that had once towered over thousands of people every day were reduced to rubble. Cars with bodies still inside laid among the streets. It looked like the modern day ancient ruins.
Te desollate wasteland was stretched out before me, i looked back into the setting sun, going away from where i wanted to go.
It felt like one of the nightmares that i had when i was a kid, no one around. But this time there would never be anyone around ever again.
sadness and depression. the place you go when you’re without hope. despair. you literally waste away, and it’s such a a waste that you do so It’s not ok to be in wasteland… we can do better…. I can do better. Sadness is not for us, it’s not for the short time we have. Wasteland is a place to be despised but not feared… because we can all come back and rejoice in what we have and what we strive for.
The world is a wasteland!! Its covered in junk we call buildings and cars and houses, but really its all just junk-waste. we’ve filled the world with things that don’t really matter.
Once upon a time there was a wasteland in the middle of no where. People just went and threw things away all the time without a care in the world. But then some people wanted to live there and they had this huge mess to clean up. No one wanted to so they all just started living in the waste. They smelled terrible and had bugs all over them and never washed their hair.
a simple thought flew by, hit the sand dune and was neutralized. train tracks crisscrossed on dried, cracked soil, running endlessly into the far horizon.
Staggering through the wasteland, I found myself only half alive. I had been through everything – wolves, snakes, cacti, even a few platypuses- to get here. Yes, right here. I didn’t really know where here was, but doggone I was here.
Strolling through the wasteland he saw everything he ever wanted. Nothing. It was all so serene, so still. Not many people could see nor understand his emotions, but if you would happen to come across him at that moment, you might’ve seen the faintest glimmer of what one could call a smile.
wasteland of my weary nightmares, things i think are not as they seem, I’m lost in myself. Away I go.
My life is a toxic wasteland. I’m pondering inside of my own brain, and I feel the acid eating my alive. I live in chaos, wreckage, and I have bloody wounds covering my body from head to toe. I live in toxicity, and I have become one with the damage that has been done to me.
I think of a bunch of different artist. I think of salvador dali and all the different waste lands that he painted. Always with a little life hidden in the middle or passing through. I think of the movie holes, how the people used the wasteland to teach the youth lessons about life.
And in an instant, the beautiful reverie transformed into a wasteland of fear and death. Life was imminent. Love was desolate.