You can build fortresses out of many things like pillows, blankets, chairs, anything really. Fortresses are cool, and big in real life. They are made out of bricks, and stones.
Alexandra
I didn’t mean to put the like her on there.
Becca Seale
This galaxy is a fortress of love and acceptance and gratitude with which makes everyone’s life crazy awesome by comparison of anything else if you just let it be and you just be yourself.
The fortress is very pretty with the garden on either side of the trench filled with water. I wish I was a princess so I could live in a fortress like her
Becca Seale
He stood in the fortress, thinking about the war that raged ahead of him. People were dying, hundreds a day, and the injured were being carted in for treatment all through the nights.
Just between us this password, private access world yields what’s really on our minds, have we safe guarded over every detail as if it were our own personal fortress?
It was a place where she felt safe, and suddenly it was no longer that. She couldn’t even lay in her bed for fear of being infected, couldn’t sleep without the constant danger of getting sicker. What had seemed like a fortress, a stronghold for her dreams was now grossly unsafe.
She would lay there ever so invitingly
Spread comfortably across the bed
And drape herself in your sheets
If you were on her mind,
But are you even on her mind?
Fortress that it is, can you even guess what she is thinking
Tug the lever at the bridge, see if you can’t invite yourself in
Because if you were on her mind, yes, if you were only on her mind
“But I like Assassins. I’m telling you, this game is broken Fiona.”
“Oh please, not that excuse again. Give me that, let me try.”
He gave the controller to her and she took over on this role-playing game he’s playing. She went Paladin as she was telling him half an hour ago and the game went by fast like a breeze from Link’s Gust Jar from Legend of Zelda.
“Easy peasy.” she told him with a playful grin on her face.
“Well, you already knew what to do, you were watching me how to get through that damn fortress for an hour now.” he replied.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go grab some grub, Finn.”
“Ok, after I pass through these Dark Woods.”
She watched him play more as he went through the Dark Woods with her Paladin character, chuckling every now and then every time he did something stupid in-game. Playing games was not his forte, and she liked him for that. It is one of those little quirks she treasures and won’t exchange it for anything else in this world, whether it be reality or fantasy.
After he finished the game, they got up from the makeshift couch, wore their coats, and went outside holding hands by this chilly Saturday afternoon, looking for the nearest 7-Eleven they could find to grab some grub.
fortress is strong hold town in which things related to the milatary are placed. there are also live some major persons such as army officers,brigadiers and many senior officers.
irfan ahmed
The fortress was strong. I have forgotten what the hell a fortress is but I’m going to write like I know what it is. The fortress is great.
I stumbled up from the opening in the cave and stared in awe. There it was. The fortress we have been looking for. The fortress my family has been looking for since my great grandfather was a child. I turn around and help Sebastian up, not able to stop a huge grin forming on my face.
a fortress was made by the kings to protect their kngdom from thev enemies it took thousands of men to construct it it is very beautiful
ghania saqib
I think of my room, it’s dark walls enclosing me in a blanket of comfort, a place that I can be my own. My bed welcomes me with open arms and an array of pillows for me to spread my body across, letting my day seep out of my skin. My comforter hugs me ever so gently but it still lets me know that I am home, away from the things that drain me of my energy. They team together to recharge my system, letting me have my moment of peace. I stare up at my ceiling, the string lights flickering between my windows, and for a moment, I feel completely at ease.
Selina
Ten years ago, I was hardly on my own and there was already a fortress around my heart. Somehow you came along all ghost-like masked in the starchy white sheet of the internet and MMO videogames, and knocked out bricks with your bow and arrows two or three at a time, and then materialized out of the blue in my chemistry notes. It led me to your front door, and here I am – a seventeen year old girl wondering where the hell the safety of her fuzzy fortress went and how it became a full, fleshy heart and arms wrapped around my goosebump dazzled skin.
rom doesn’t usually beg, but he’s making an exception this time. this is the closest they’ve come, the farthest they’ve gone, the longest shuuzo (shuu, his shuu) has left his walls broken down.
“damnit shuu,” he growls out, equal parts anger and longing. “please.”
shuu opens his tear-bleary eyes and looks up at rom with alarm and perhaps even anger himself.
“why can’t we just let go?” he grits out from between clenched teeth. “why can’t we just move on?”
rom gives him a light shake before crushing their mouths together, hard and sloppy. shuu feeds him a shuddery breath before clutching rom’s shoulders, clinging to him.
You build yourself a fortress, surrounded by a moat, guarded by sentinels, and encircled with dug trenches so no one can get in. You’ve let friendly faces in once before, only for them to betray you. Best to steel and cage yourself inside, lest the enemy — or one disguised as an ally — try to sneak through your defenses again.
It stood in front of him. Huge. Impenatrable. Dangerous.
And yet he knew he needed to enter into it to find what he was looking for. He stepped forward, limping from his injury. The drawbridge lowered, and he entered.
My fortress is wherever I am with whoever I love and whoever loves me back.
Ash
Stone walls, solitude. Forests surrounding everything, branches in a tangle climbing all the way up the turrets. No one comes in without permission.
GW
When I think of a fortress, I think of Game of Thrones. I think of how impenetrable they often seem and how through wits, someone always finds a way in. No one is as invulnerable as they think. This is often demonstrated in Game of Thrones and shows like it. I lived in England as a child and often marveled at the castles there.
Madison Strickland
I stand on top of my fortress looking down over the masses with their pitchforks and torches. They think they can burn me out of my fortress, my great stone fortress. I wave my wand and zap them all to the bowels of hell.
The Man lives in the fortress.His hair is long his beard is big he wears a hat and carrys a cane.People say they do not like him he is evil but really he is not you can tell by the smell of cookies close to his fortress.
I sit in my fortress looking down over the masses with their pitchforks and torches. They think flame will do any damage to my stone fortress? I am a god here, this is my fortress.
Shadorma
The lady lives quietly in her home – a place where the sun seems solemn with its muted light. It’s a tall house, dazzling in its shocking blues and greens that coat door and panes. But at the same time it’s unusual. The shape of it stretches up towards the horizon of the darling sun queen…her face a beaming smile filled with the wisdom of a billion years. She’s sad and tired with the weight of so many worlds on her burning back, yet polished with the love and hope each of her days brings. Her face is like honey with diamonds encrusted as freckles. Her lips a yellow, dreamy shine, she smiles at the little lady in the abnormally tall house that stretched so tight. The house is so narrow too, like an apartment building, but even more than that. It’s too straight, too much to even look at. It’s a wonder really, the way it manages to even stand up. The good star goddess had made it for the little lady, way back when. She knows the little lady is grateful, and she is forgiving and pleased with her satisfaction even as her friend is unable to show it.
queeni
fortress is a castle’s defence, it is where queens and kings are protected by the people of their realm. A fortress sounds feminine and it has connotations of queen victoria, a real aggressive, alpha female who can battle their way through anything. A fortress also symbolises vulnerability for it means an attack is imminent. There is some fear involved in having a fortress.
Riky
A fortress is like a base. It is a safe place that is locked up tight to keep out bad elements. When one thinks of a fortress, they think of the past. It is not a word that is used in regular speaking or writing today, except for the phrase tight as a fortress.
heather
i didn’t mean to let you in.
however.
it is a mistake i am willing to make again and again
if it means that you are here with me – an unexpected companion standing guard along the walls i’ve labored years to build.
Rock piled on rock, the tower rising high toward the firmament of heaven. None may penetrate! A lofty and secure perch from which to stare out – and down – upon the world. So long in the gutter, so rare to be safe, so odd to have stronghold. But it could protect. And keep. And hold off. And it was warm. And safe. And private. After so long, nothing could disturb, no one could influence, no one could discern. It was only then that the lack of a door became MOST apparent.
The wall is tall, wide and thick. It surrounds me completely and let’s no one else in. It’s my fortress, it protects me from all things harmful and prevents me from all things loving.
It was the place she could escape to when their screams and pleading got to be too much. The place where she could go back to being who she was, rather than being the person she was expected to me. It was simple, the turn of the lock and the sound of the music turned up allowed her to be an individual again.
It was the place her children couldn’t find her.
Caity
Come! Let us strike at the fortress and slay the Demon King. He sits on a throne of dead men’s bones and does all sorts of crazy things.
Now, that’s all so cliche, my friend. You know he’s not like that. He sits in a den with the TV on channel ten and watches baseball, wearing a hat.
No, the Demon King is a great many things, but a baseball fan he is not. He’ll sit on his bed with ear buds in his head and listen to scream-o until his brain starts to rot.
You can build fortresses out of many things like pillows, blankets, chairs, anything really. Fortresses are cool, and big in real life. They are made out of bricks, and stones.
I didn’t mean to put the like her on there.
This galaxy is a fortress of love and acceptance and gratitude with which makes everyone’s life crazy awesome by comparison of anything else if you just let it be and you just be yourself.
The fortress is very pretty with the garden on either side of the trench filled with water. I wish I was a princess so I could live in a fortress like her
He stood in the fortress, thinking about the war that raged ahead of him. People were dying, hundreds a day, and the injured were being carted in for treatment all through the nights.
Just between us this password, private access world yields what’s really on our minds, have we safe guarded over every detail as if it were our own personal fortress?
It was a place where she felt safe, and suddenly it was no longer that. She couldn’t even lay in her bed for fear of being infected, couldn’t sleep without the constant danger of getting sicker. What had seemed like a fortress, a stronghold for her dreams was now grossly unsafe.
She would lay there ever so invitingly
Spread comfortably across the bed
And drape herself in your sheets
If you were on her mind,
But are you even on her mind?
Fortress that it is, can you even guess what she is thinking
Tug the lever at the bridge, see if you can’t invite yourself in
Because if you were on her mind, yes, if you were only on her mind
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“HA! I told you you should’ve went Paladin.”
“But I like Assassins. I’m telling you, this game is broken Fiona.”
“Oh please, not that excuse again. Give me that, let me try.”
He gave the controller to her and she took over on this role-playing game he’s playing. She went Paladin as she was telling him half an hour ago and the game went by fast like a breeze from Link’s Gust Jar from Legend of Zelda.
“Easy peasy.” she told him with a playful grin on her face.
“Well, you already knew what to do, you were watching me how to get through that damn fortress for an hour now.” he replied.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go grab some grub, Finn.”
“Ok, after I pass through these Dark Woods.”
She watched him play more as he went through the Dark Woods with her Paladin character, chuckling every now and then every time he did something stupid in-game. Playing games was not his forte, and she liked him for that. It is one of those little quirks she treasures and won’t exchange it for anything else in this world, whether it be reality or fantasy.
After he finished the game, they got up from the makeshift couch, wore their coats, and went outside holding hands by this chilly Saturday afternoon, looking for the nearest 7-Eleven they could find to grab some grub.
And there are times when you would wish you’re being kept in a fortress…
fortress is strong hold town in which things related to the milatary are placed. there are also live some major persons such as army officers,brigadiers and many senior officers.
The fortress was strong. I have forgotten what the hell a fortress is but I’m going to write like I know what it is. The fortress is great.
I stumbled up from the opening in the cave and stared in awe. There it was. The fortress we have been looking for. The fortress my family has been looking for since my great grandfather was a child. I turn around and help Sebastian up, not able to stop a huge grin forming on my face.
a fortress was made by the kings to protect their kngdom from thev enemies it took thousands of men to construct it it is very beautiful
I think of my room, it’s dark walls enclosing me in a blanket of comfort, a place that I can be my own. My bed welcomes me with open arms and an array of pillows for me to spread my body across, letting my day seep out of my skin. My comforter hugs me ever so gently but it still lets me know that I am home, away from the things that drain me of my energy. They team together to recharge my system, letting me have my moment of peace. I stare up at my ceiling, the string lights flickering between my windows, and for a moment, I feel completely at ease.
Ten years ago, I was hardly on my own and there was already a fortress around my heart. Somehow you came along all ghost-like masked in the starchy white sheet of the internet and MMO videogames, and knocked out bricks with your bow and arrows two or three at a time, and then materialized out of the blue in my chemistry notes. It led me to your front door, and here I am – a seventeen year old girl wondering where the hell the safety of her fuzzy fortress went and how it became a full, fleshy heart and arms wrapped around my goosebump dazzled skin.
rom doesn’t usually beg, but he’s making an exception this time. this is the closest they’ve come, the farthest they’ve gone, the longest shuuzo (shuu, his shuu) has left his walls broken down.
“damnit shuu,” he growls out, equal parts anger and longing. “please.”
shuu opens his tear-bleary eyes and looks up at rom with alarm and perhaps even anger himself.
“why can’t we just let go?” he grits out from between clenched teeth. “why can’t we just move on?”
rom gives him a light shake before crushing their mouths together, hard and sloppy. shuu feeds him a shuddery breath before clutching rom’s shoulders, clinging to him.
Love and compassion
the fortress built by the prince to protect his future queen was mighty and strong to withstand even the most fierce army.
princess fortress is made of stone .
You build yourself a fortress, surrounded by a moat, guarded by sentinels, and encircled with dug trenches so no one can get in. You’ve let friendly faces in once before, only for them to betray you. Best to steel and cage yourself inside, lest the enemy — or one disguised as an ally — try to sneak through your defenses again.
great
house abc
It stood in front of him. Huge. Impenatrable. Dangerous.
And yet he knew he needed to enter into it to find what he was looking for. He stepped forward, limping from his injury. The drawbridge lowered, and he entered.
My fortress is wherever I am with whoever I love and whoever loves me back.
Stone walls, solitude. Forests surrounding everything, branches in a tangle climbing all the way up the turrets. No one comes in without permission.
When I think of a fortress, I think of Game of Thrones. I think of how impenetrable they often seem and how through wits, someone always finds a way in. No one is as invulnerable as they think. This is often demonstrated in Game of Thrones and shows like it. I lived in England as a child and often marveled at the castles there.
I stand on top of my fortress looking down over the masses with their pitchforks and torches. They think they can burn me out of my fortress, my great stone fortress. I wave my wand and zap them all to the bowels of hell.
The Man lives in the fortress.His hair is long his beard is big he wears a hat and carrys a cane.People say they do not like him he is evil but really he is not you can tell by the smell of cookies close to his fortress.
I sit in my fortress looking down over the masses with their pitchforks and torches. They think flame will do any damage to my stone fortress? I am a god here, this is my fortress.
The lady lives quietly in her home – a place where the sun seems solemn with its muted light. It’s a tall house, dazzling in its shocking blues and greens that coat door and panes. But at the same time it’s unusual. The shape of it stretches up towards the horizon of the darling sun queen…her face a beaming smile filled with the wisdom of a billion years. She’s sad and tired with the weight of so many worlds on her burning back, yet polished with the love and hope each of her days brings. Her face is like honey with diamonds encrusted as freckles. Her lips a yellow, dreamy shine, she smiles at the little lady in the abnormally tall house that stretched so tight. The house is so narrow too, like an apartment building, but even more than that. It’s too straight, too much to even look at. It’s a wonder really, the way it manages to even stand up. The good star goddess had made it for the little lady, way back when. She knows the little lady is grateful, and she is forgiving and pleased with her satisfaction even as her friend is unable to show it.
fortress is a castle’s defence, it is where queens and kings are protected by the people of their realm. A fortress sounds feminine and it has connotations of queen victoria, a real aggressive, alpha female who can battle their way through anything. A fortress also symbolises vulnerability for it means an attack is imminent. There is some fear involved in having a fortress.
A fortress is like a base. It is a safe place that is locked up tight to keep out bad elements. When one thinks of a fortress, they think of the past. It is not a word that is used in regular speaking or writing today, except for the phrase tight as a fortress.
i didn’t mean to let you in.
however.
it is a mistake i am willing to make again and again
if it means that you are here with me – an unexpected companion standing guard along the walls i’ve labored years to build.
Rock piled on rock, the tower rising high toward the firmament of heaven. None may penetrate! A lofty and secure perch from which to stare out – and down – upon the world. So long in the gutter, so rare to be safe, so odd to have stronghold. But it could protect. And keep. And hold off. And it was warm. And safe. And private. After so long, nothing could disturb, no one could influence, no one could discern. It was only then that the lack of a door became MOST apparent.
Why settle for a threetress when you can have a fortress?
Many think fortresses are built to keep evil out. I think that they are built to keep it in…
The wall is tall, wide and thick. It surrounds me completely and let’s no one else in. It’s my fortress, it protects me from all things harmful and prevents me from all things loving.
It was the place she could escape to when their screams and pleading got to be too much. The place where she could go back to being who she was, rather than being the person she was expected to me. It was simple, the turn of the lock and the sound of the music turned up allowed her to be an individual again.
It was the place her children couldn’t find her.
Come! Let us strike at the fortress and slay the Demon King. He sits on a throne of dead men’s bones and does all sorts of crazy things.
Now, that’s all so cliche, my friend. You know he’s not like that. He sits in a den with the TV on channel ten and watches baseball, wearing a hat.
No, the Demon King is a great many things, but a baseball fan he is not. He’ll sit on his bed with ear buds in his head and listen to scream-o until his brain starts to rot.