The wolf is grey and allusive.His hair is matted and dirty. He spends his nights hunting his prey. He enjoys eating rabbits, squirrels and mice. The wolf travels in packs and comes they fight their prey together
kim
One day there was wolf named Shian. She was one of the most beautiful wolves in the town. She had just came to dreamville. She met another wolf named Ferrie. He was nice dreamy and smart. They got married and had kids.
Peery Samueell
One day there was a wolf, his name was bernie. He had six wolfetes. He was mad one day because he didnt do the dishes as the wife told him. So he killed all thier kids. and sold them to humans and used them for fur. He was devestated. He found him sad.
Deja
Two yellow eyes glowed in the night. Through the mist and fog, I could not mistake the wolf’s gaze. We stared at each other. Waiting.
A graceful, beautiful animal, much respected by myself. Feared much more than necessary, these amazing creatures are wrongly accused of being horrible, mean, violent creatures. Truly though, they are beautiful, graceful, strong, smart, and absolutely amazing. I love wolves.
Kathy Luana Bailey
Wolf. I am, of course, terrified of them.
Initially, My thought is actually of the movie, “The Wolf” which stars Liam Neeson.
The whole movie bills itself as Neeson taking on wolves in the wild.
And the movie climaxes with a faceoff of him and a wolf.
Then, Credits. Why?
Drew Allen
She craned her neck towards the moon and let out a sigh. If wolves can howl to the moon, releasing their spirit, then surely she can surrender, too. Isn’t that what it’s all about at the end of the day? Surrender? Isn’t that what she was really looking for out of her life. An opportunity to give over to something bigger than herself. For now, the moon. Later… well, who knows.
Along the edge of the lawn there is a crisp white stone path. In some places the stone is crushed so fine the anything walking on it leaves prints. Raccoons, squirrels, wolves. My neighbor swears he has seen wolves in his yard and now I have proof.
Wolfe looked up at him, and an impish grin crossed his face. He bowed, his withered leg thrust out with all the grace he could muster. “Oh, stop it,” Kristan said crossly. “Robbie, come up here, please.”
I am the wolf in the forest.
Prowling, snarling, looking for prey.
I silently traverse the disjointed land,
finding, seeking.
Every nook and every cranny,
they still elude me.
I still continue,
As always.
´´This my favourite time of the day´´, said Robert
´´You need a shave´´, replied betty.
´´
Robert Kohlhammer
Scary!
j.vanhoorn@hethooghuis.nl
There is no pressure here.
The wolf was silver, with a mane of black and eyes as yellow as dawn. Emily stepped from the porch, one bare foot at a time, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on his. She could move her feet against the frosted wood, but she couldn’t move her eyes.
The wolf lay its ears back down flat. Its lips twitched for a moment, as if to snarl. Then it licked its lips and took a step backwards.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one hears me.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one is listening.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help.
The wolf looked down in shock as blood pooled beneath Granny’s body. ‘Oh god,’ He thought to himself, ‘I’ve killed Red’s grandmother.’ It was an accident, she slipped and managed to hit her head hard enough to split it open. But who was to blame? Was it the wolf’s fault for startling her and making her fall in the first place?
Arya
A wolf is someone or something that comes into the frame as a predator, looking to steal, kill, and destroy whatever is good in one’s life. At least, that’s what I think. I can think wolves that maybe aren’t wolves though.
His breath stinks of cognac and the jagged edges of his teeth. His blonde curls fall across the sharp planes of his face, veiling the burning in his eyes, and he speaks words that move the mouths of others but not their eyes.
The wolf crept through the night, searching for prey, in hopes of catching food for the rest of its tribe. The wolf spots a chicken, and sneaks toward it. The wolf suddenly makes a noise making the chicken jump in surprise. The chicken ran as fast as it could, but the wolf caught up to if, killing it in a single bite. The wolf brings the prey back to its tribe and is greatly appreciated, receiving a promotion.
Alexander
I see a wolf coming my way, as a I look in fear. I try calling for help, but it seems no one is around,
the wolf seems hungry and vicious. To my left I see a river, but i cant swim.
ahmed sirat
Watch him pretend to be cunning like a fox, or listen to him howl like he’s trying to be a wolf. I have no respect for a man who acts more like a rabid animal than a composed civilian. I have no respect for a man who drinks from the gutter and snarls at women who don’t respond to his whistles. He doesn’t have enough breath left in his body to blow down a straw house, but that’s due to all the years he’s smoked his brains out.
The wolf is grey and allusive.His hair is matted and dirty. He spends his nights hunting his prey. He enjoys eating rabbits, squirrels and mice. The wolf travels in packs and comes they fight their prey together
One day there was wolf named Shian. She was one of the most beautiful wolves in the town. She had just came to dreamville. She met another wolf named Ferrie. He was nice dreamy and smart. They got married and had kids.
One day there was a wolf, his name was bernie. He had six wolfetes. He was mad one day because he didnt do the dishes as the wife told him. So he killed all thier kids. and sold them to humans and used them for fur. He was devestated. He found him sad.
Two yellow eyes glowed in the night. Through the mist and fog, I could not mistake the wolf’s gaze. We stared at each other. Waiting.
A graceful, beautiful animal, much respected by myself. Feared much more than necessary, these amazing creatures are wrongly accused of being horrible, mean, violent creatures. Truly though, they are beautiful, graceful, strong, smart, and absolutely amazing. I love wolves.
Wolf. I am, of course, terrified of them.
Initially, My thought is actually of the movie, “The Wolf” which stars Liam Neeson.
The whole movie bills itself as Neeson taking on wolves in the wild.
And the movie climaxes with a faceoff of him and a wolf.
Then, Credits. Why?
She craned her neck towards the moon and let out a sigh. If wolves can howl to the moon, releasing their spirit, then surely she can surrender, too. Isn’t that what it’s all about at the end of the day? Surrender? Isn’t that what she was really looking for out of her life. An opportunity to give over to something bigger than herself. For now, the moon. Later… well, who knows.
Along the edge of the lawn there is a crisp white stone path. In some places the stone is crushed so fine the anything walking on it leaves prints. Raccoons, squirrels, wolves. My neighbor swears he has seen wolves in his yard and now I have proof.
Wolfe looked up at him, and an impish grin crossed his face. He bowed, his withered leg thrust out with all the grace he could muster. “Oh, stop it,” Kristan said crossly. “Robbie, come up here, please.”
I am the wolf in the forest.
Prowling, snarling, looking for prey.
I silently traverse the disjointed land,
finding, seeking.
Every nook and every cranny,
they still elude me.
I still continue,
As always.
´´This my favourite time of the day´´, said Robert
´´You need a shave´´, replied betty.
´´
Scary!
There is no pressure here.
The wolf was silver, with a mane of black and eyes as yellow as dawn. Emily stepped from the porch, one bare foot at a time, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on his. She could move her feet against the frosted wood, but she couldn’t move her eyes.
The wolf lay its ears back down flat. Its lips twitched for a moment, as if to snarl. Then it licked its lips and took a step backwards.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one hears me.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one is listening.
There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help.
The wolf looked down in shock as blood pooled beneath Granny’s body. ‘Oh god,’ He thought to himself, ‘I’ve killed Red’s grandmother.’ It was an accident, she slipped and managed to hit her head hard enough to split it open. But who was to blame? Was it the wolf’s fault for startling her and making her fall in the first place?
A wolf is someone or something that comes into the frame as a predator, looking to steal, kill, and destroy whatever is good in one’s life. At least, that’s what I think. I can think wolves that maybe aren’t wolves though.
His breath stinks of cognac and the jagged edges of his teeth. His blonde curls fall across the sharp planes of his face, veiling the burning in his eyes, and he speaks words that move the mouths of others but not their eyes.
sharp teeth and gleaming eyes- he ate my heart and I let him. red hood discarded, the trees of the forest dance before my eyes.
The wolf was on top of the snow bank when he saw the most beautiful star in the sky and slept.
The wolf crept through the night, searching for prey, in hopes of catching food for the rest of its tribe. The wolf spots a chicken, and sneaks toward it. The wolf suddenly makes a noise making the chicken jump in surprise. The chicken ran as fast as it could, but the wolf caught up to if, killing it in a single bite. The wolf brings the prey back to its tribe and is greatly appreciated, receiving a promotion.
I see a wolf coming my way, as a I look in fear. I try calling for help, but it seems no one is around,
the wolf seems hungry and vicious. To my left I see a river, but i cant swim.
Watch him pretend to be cunning like a fox, or listen to him howl like he’s trying to be a wolf. I have no respect for a man who acts more like a rabid animal than a composed civilian. I have no respect for a man who drinks from the gutter and snarls at women who don’t respond to his whistles. He doesn’t have enough breath left in his body to blow down a straw house, but that’s due to all the years he’s smoked his brains out.