Wheat. Wheat is in my bread; often lacking. Whole wheat. Why must it be in its entirety, why not half wheat or one fourth of wheat.
Patricia
wheat is in my bread. Often lacking. Whole wheat. Why must it be necessary for all of the wheat to be present, why not one half or one fourth of wheat. The obsession with whole wheat is derived from this obscured impression of healthy living equaling a healthy soul.
Patricia
what i dont understand i dont know bugs BREAD PASTA BEER WHAT THIS HAS A ITME LIMIT FIELD PEOPLE WORKING WORK SWEAT SUN CROPS BUG LIFE WATER RAIN METAL HELL oh my god
the soft gold of millet in his palms makes hitori look exceptionally warm. nageki watches the other man for a long moment before feeling something soft and heavy in his chest tremble. he doesn’t know if this feeling is love or apprehension and fear.
hitori only smiles before reaching forward to let the millet sift through his fingers as if it were timesand, and fills nageki’s empty hands.
the soft gold of millet in his palms makes hitori look exceptionally warm. nageki watches the other man for a long moment before feeling something soft and heavy in his chest tremble.
hitori only smiles before reaching forward to let the millet sift through his fingers as if it were timesand, and fills nageki’s empty hands.
The day finally came when she could not bear it any longer. Smiling, she waved goodbye to her friends and classmates and that evening cheerfully kissed her parents good night.
They found her the next morning when she did not get up for school. Perfectly still and undisturbed but for signs of the asphyxiation the pills caused. The note tucked in her nightshirt contained only an apology.
They buried her in a wheat field, in the land of horses and open skies she had once called home. In the light of the setting sun, the plants shone gold like her hair.
Wheat in Minecraft isn’t as easy to get as one would think. I remember my first time making a farm, and it was much more difficult than I had first realized. I also didn’t know that you had to have a hoe to sow the seeds. It was embarrassing.
Devin
Wheat production in India was done on a large scale but not anymore. From wheat surplus country, we are slowly moving towards wheat deficit country. However, there is still time to reach the deficit level. The one thing we need to do is, stop the wheat exports and divert them to domestic use.
travellerinmotion
It was the color of golden fields and the hyper oats were what used to substain the economy all this time, Shogo mused
Bay
it is a cereal. people eat in their breakfast, lunch. and dinner. In India people make roti which is called as “an Indian bread”.
ria
One word had been something he never anticipated to mean much. ‘Wheat’, food, any kind of sustenance. He never figured that he would have control over something so important in his life as food. Yet here he is, eating dry wheat bread and complaining it tastes foul. He looks at the woman across from him. Well, maybe it wasn’t so foul, if she was there.
One word had been something he never anticipated to mean much. ‘Wheat’, food, any kind of sustenance. He never figured that he would have control over something so important in his life as food. Yet here he is, eating dry wheat bread and complaining it tastes foul. He looks at the woman across from him. Well, maybe it wasn’t so foul, if she was there.
jordi
… It’s a type of grain…. How is wheat supposed to get me to write something. This is a terrible word for inspiration…. I just. I can’t. So, yeah. Minute’s up. Now to click on the black button to see what others have written…
Stephanie Jennifer
they harvested late in the season, the fields pregnant with golden rods, the air filled with dust and the skies overcast, as though it were a lid being drawn over an eye. the sun looked down between the clouds and shown on the fields, still full and i wondered if there was anything else beyond that gold.
It was a color I couldn’t place—a dark blonde, almost copper where the sun hit it. I’m sure if Jack had been here he would have made some sort of ridiculous analogy between her hair and a midsummer wheat field. He was just that kind of person.
Our lives revolve gently around wheat. Every morning I get up just to chew over a bowl, walk on and on and later I can slurp some wheat noodles and I keep chewing myself and chewing myself through everyday.
fields as far as the eye can see, stretching out all around you as you stand in the middle of the world. stalks sway to and fro, looking like their painting the sky. Or, maybe even trying to escape from the ground; to pull their roots out and let the wind take them wherever it may.
t
gluten
paleo’s enemy
grown by farmers
eaten by normals
the word “eat” is in it
possibly
good but carb-y
and sometimes people say the “h” in “wheat”
it’s not a good sound to make
Katherine
There was a small pile of wheat in the corner, the only food left on the island. Georgina suggested making bread, John thought of beer but kept silent. While they looked at each other awkwardly, the dog licked it up.
tonykeyesjapan
bread flour loaf toast sandwich beach sand water sun sky ocean salt mayonnaise turkey ham cheese bake baker oven heat hot warm summer umbrella ball net baby towel horse fish shell lobster festival
emily
Wheat is good. If your wheat is neat you’re stock is complete. It feeds the hungry and helps the sweet. Wheat.
mike
I stared through the golden field. The wheat swayed around her chestnut hair. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head back to feel the sun fall across her face.
the wheat bread is good for sandwiches when kevin is home. i like wheat bread . its all healthy and stuff. yeeahhhhhh wheaaatt for pooping alot
grecia
i stared through the feild of grain. The golden wheat danced around her brown hair. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head back and let the sun fall across her face.
Katie
As a girl who’s grown up on a farm, I’ve seen a lot of wheat. Grain as it comes out of the truck and is taken up into the grain bins, and fields of wheat that seem to stretch on forever over the flat, Saskatchewan prairie landscape. Farm girl at heart.
Wheat is an amazing and nutritious part of everyone’s diet. It makes bread. With out bread, we would have no sandwiches. With out sandwiches, we wouldn’t have Subway!
Izzy
I was wondering, why on earth do I have wheat as a word again? Does this website not offer multiple words to write about each day? Certainly so. Writing about the repitition of the word wheat is certainly easier than writing about the word itsself.
Ollie Kennedy
yellow and lovely smelling and pretty. gluten, but who cares. fields of dreams and smelling of loveliness. already said that oops hahahaha. good for you, yummy,. natural, organic, farms and animals and freshness.
Carina
They poked their little heads out, little specks of gold bouncing off their hair. I smiled, leaning onto the porch railing as they made their way out into the fields. They spread out their arms, flat and angled slightly like a plane, and whipped through the fields, their smiles wider than the whole world. Sometimes I wish I were a kid like the sometimes. But then, I would miss these moments watching them be children. So I am content, as is the wheat, content with being carried with the wind.
Bread is made from wheat. It is so versatile and nutritious; both wheat and bread are. Wheat was one of our first foods, and will probably remain as one of our last. Without wheat, where would we be?
Ollie Kennedy
Gluten Free Erica. She’s the best. Funny Saritical but most of all clever. Met her one day at a coffee shop. Her clarity from across the room was beaming. Her face shone and twitched at something she found distasteful. She lives on her sleeves open and willing. Everyone else around her not so much. Sillica they call it I believe.
Kathy
Wheat. The field is white and ready to harvest, and wheat is a valuable thing. I can’t just let it sit there and go to waste. But it’s not my field, not really. I didn’t plant it. I’m only hired help. I can only do so much. Where is my reaping tool? The sun is hot, and I can’t see where to start.
Elizabeth T
seriouly I’ve all ready done wheat i dont whant to re do wheat i whant to do soething more intresting im trying to contunoisly wirie it s nont working lol i hate wheat
alex
Wheat thins, wheat is a grain grown on a farm
Thin, skinny, tan,
healthy
Reminds me of wheat bread
When I think of wheat,
It reminds me to eat healthy,
and stick to the diet
I’m supposed to be on.
Wheat beer, sliding down slowly, kicking sourdough in the back of the throat as I reach for the soggy jalapeno poppers. Somewhere, someone’s head is bumping into my shoulder, like a sad puppy who just wanted to lap up the spilled Guinness in the floor, where some drunken klutz let the pint glass drop and explode like an Irish heart does after an old-fashioned wake. And the keening starts, and I drink again.
Belinda Roddie
she stood in the field of wheat thinking about how this is where her new life would begin.She was just 18 and already she knew she had left everything behind , the wind whistled through the wheat in a strangely calming manor
Madi
The wheat in the field was long and bilowe in the wind, causing the girl to stop am wach the beauty of it all. She stood there, unmoving for minutes until she finally snapped a picture and walked away, saying goodbye to the wheat field.
Wheat. Wheat is in my bread; often lacking. Whole wheat. Why must it be in its entirety, why not half wheat or one fourth of wheat.
wheat is in my bread. Often lacking. Whole wheat. Why must it be necessary for all of the wheat to be present, why not one half or one fourth of wheat. The obsession with whole wheat is derived from this obscured impression of healthy living equaling a healthy soul.
what i dont understand i dont know bugs BREAD PASTA BEER WHAT THIS HAS A ITME LIMIT FIELD PEOPLE WORKING WORK SWEAT SUN CROPS BUG LIFE WATER RAIN METAL HELL oh my god
Wheat is good for your health but I hate it because its rubbish
the soft gold of millet in his palms makes hitori look exceptionally warm. nageki watches the other man for a long moment before feeling something soft and heavy in his chest tremble. he doesn’t know if this feeling is love or apprehension and fear.
hitori only smiles before reaching forward to let the millet sift through his fingers as if it were timesand, and fills nageki’s empty hands.
the soft gold of millet in his palms makes hitori look exceptionally warm. nageki watches the other man for a long moment before feeling something soft and heavy in his chest tremble.
hitori only smiles before reaching forward to let the millet sift through his fingers as if it were timesand, and fills nageki’s empty hands.
like a grain of wheat in a stretch of field
so tiny in this world
so irrelevant
yet part of it all
The day finally came when she could not bear it any longer. Smiling, she waved goodbye to her friends and classmates and that evening cheerfully kissed her parents good night.
They found her the next morning when she did not get up for school. Perfectly still and undisturbed but for signs of the asphyxiation the pills caused. The note tucked in her nightshirt contained only an apology.
They buried her in a wheat field, in the land of horses and open skies she had once called home. In the light of the setting sun, the plants shone gold like her hair.
Wheat in Minecraft isn’t as easy to get as one would think. I remember my first time making a farm, and it was much more difficult than I had first realized. I also didn’t know that you had to have a hoe to sow the seeds. It was embarrassing.
Wheat production in India was done on a large scale but not anymore. From wheat surplus country, we are slowly moving towards wheat deficit country. However, there is still time to reach the deficit level. The one thing we need to do is, stop the wheat exports and divert them to domestic use.
It was the color of golden fields and the hyper oats were what used to substain the economy all this time, Shogo mused
it is a cereal. people eat in their breakfast, lunch. and dinner. In India people make roti which is called as “an Indian bread”.
One word had been something he never anticipated to mean much. ‘Wheat’, food, any kind of sustenance. He never figured that he would have control over something so important in his life as food. Yet here he is, eating dry wheat bread and complaining it tastes foul. He looks at the woman across from him. Well, maybe it wasn’t so foul, if she was there.
One word had been something he never anticipated to mean much. ‘Wheat’, food, any kind of sustenance. He never figured that he would have control over something so important in his life as food. Yet here he is, eating dry wheat bread and complaining it tastes foul. He looks at the woman across from him. Well, maybe it wasn’t so foul, if she was there.
… It’s a type of grain…. How is wheat supposed to get me to write something. This is a terrible word for inspiration…. I just. I can’t. So, yeah. Minute’s up. Now to click on the black button to see what others have written…
they harvested late in the season, the fields pregnant with golden rods, the air filled with dust and the skies overcast, as though it were a lid being drawn over an eye. the sun looked down between the clouds and shown on the fields, still full and i wondered if there was anything else beyond that gold.
It was a color I couldn’t place—a dark blonde, almost copper where the sun hit it. I’m sure if Jack had been here he would have made some sort of ridiculous analogy between her hair and a midsummer wheat field. He was just that kind of person.
Our lives revolve gently around wheat. Every morning I get up just to chew over a bowl, walk on and on and later I can slurp some wheat noodles and I keep chewing myself and chewing myself through everyday.
fields as far as the eye can see, stretching out all around you as you stand in the middle of the world. stalks sway to and fro, looking like their painting the sky. Or, maybe even trying to escape from the ground; to pull their roots out and let the wind take them wherever it may.
gluten
paleo’s enemy
grown by farmers
eaten by normals
the word “eat” is in it
possibly
good but carb-y
and sometimes people say the “h” in “wheat”
it’s not a good sound to make
There was a small pile of wheat in the corner, the only food left on the island. Georgina suggested making bread, John thought of beer but kept silent. While they looked at each other awkwardly, the dog licked it up.
bread flour loaf toast sandwich beach sand water sun sky ocean salt mayonnaise turkey ham cheese bake baker oven heat hot warm summer umbrella ball net baby towel horse fish shell lobster festival
Wheat is good. If your wheat is neat you’re stock is complete. It feeds the hungry and helps the sweet. Wheat.
I stared through the golden field. The wheat swayed around her chestnut hair. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head back to feel the sun fall across her face.
the wheat bread is good for sandwiches when kevin is home. i like wheat bread . its all healthy and stuff. yeeahhhhhh wheaaatt for pooping alot
i stared through the feild of grain. The golden wheat danced around her brown hair. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head back and let the sun fall across her face.
As a girl who’s grown up on a farm, I’ve seen a lot of wheat. Grain as it comes out of the truck and is taken up into the grain bins, and fields of wheat that seem to stretch on forever over the flat, Saskatchewan prairie landscape. Farm girl at heart.
Wheat is an amazing and nutritious part of everyone’s diet. It makes bread. With out bread, we would have no sandwiches. With out sandwiches, we wouldn’t have Subway!
I was wondering, why on earth do I have wheat as a word again? Does this website not offer multiple words to write about each day? Certainly so. Writing about the repitition of the word wheat is certainly easier than writing about the word itsself.
yellow and lovely smelling and pretty. gluten, but who cares. fields of dreams and smelling of loveliness. already said that oops hahahaha. good for you, yummy,. natural, organic, farms and animals and freshness.
They poked their little heads out, little specks of gold bouncing off their hair. I smiled, leaning onto the porch railing as they made their way out into the fields. They spread out their arms, flat and angled slightly like a plane, and whipped through the fields, their smiles wider than the whole world. Sometimes I wish I were a kid like the sometimes. But then, I would miss these moments watching them be children. So I am content, as is the wheat, content with being carried with the wind.
Bread is made from wheat. It is so versatile and nutritious; both wheat and bread are. Wheat was one of our first foods, and will probably remain as one of our last. Without wheat, where would we be?
Gluten Free Erica. She’s the best. Funny Saritical but most of all clever. Met her one day at a coffee shop. Her clarity from across the room was beaming. Her face shone and twitched at something she found distasteful. She lives on her sleeves open and willing. Everyone else around her not so much. Sillica they call it I believe.
Wheat. The field is white and ready to harvest, and wheat is a valuable thing. I can’t just let it sit there and go to waste. But it’s not my field, not really. I didn’t plant it. I’m only hired help. I can only do so much. Where is my reaping tool? The sun is hot, and I can’t see where to start.
seriouly I’ve all ready done wheat i dont whant to re do wheat i whant to do soething more intresting im trying to contunoisly wirie it s nont working lol i hate wheat
Wheat thins, wheat is a grain grown on a farm
Thin, skinny, tan,
healthy
Reminds me of wheat bread
When I think of wheat,
It reminds me to eat healthy,
and stick to the diet
I’m supposed to be on.
Where he eats awesome tamales. Heat. Wet. The.
Wheat beer, sliding down slowly, kicking sourdough in the back of the throat as I reach for the soggy jalapeno poppers. Somewhere, someone’s head is bumping into my shoulder, like a sad puppy who just wanted to lap up the spilled Guinness in the floor, where some drunken klutz let the pint glass drop and explode like an Irish heart does after an old-fashioned wake. And the keening starts, and I drink again.
she stood in the field of wheat thinking about how this is where her new life would begin.She was just 18 and already she knew she had left everything behind , the wind whistled through the wheat in a strangely calming manor
The wheat in the field was long and bilowe in the wind, causing the girl to stop am wach the beauty of it all. She stood there, unmoving for minutes until she finally snapped a picture and walked away, saying goodbye to the wheat field.