Joe and his friends sent a camera aloft on a high altitude balloon. Actually, they were getting paid to do that for a TV commercial. But it was fun anyway.
Her mother told her the whole story, talking till dawn. She had been taken on her third birthday, and it was bizarre to have been interviewed by the police in a house full of balloons and streamers, the bright colours mocking her dark mood.
floating up into the sky. i think it’s red, but i can’t tell. It’s floating up and up and up and it’s out of my reach. i stare into this distance until it becomes nothing more than a tiny, barely visible dot in the sky. i keep looking, believing that I can still make out its round shape, but i am probably wrong. because that balloon is gone
He saw the balloons as he walked down the aisle. Casual. They were so nice looking too. Many different colors, perhaps different sizes. But no, there was no time for that. Mom was in a hurry to get what she needed, primarily not balloons, and then leave. But he wanted to have them. While she was paying, he worked his way back down past the chips cookies and snacks, past the cleaning supplies, to the toys, the end of the aisle, and slipped the pack of wonderful colorful balloons down his shorts.
I love a balloon. Bright red, rubbery, squeaky, bouncy balloons. They are not complete without spirals of multicolored spiraling streamers knotted to their ends. No helium? No problem! Tie ’em to a short dowel or stick. For more fun, color the balloons with markers before you inflate them.
I love a hot air balloon too! They are mesmerizing–too mesmerizing. How often have I bumped into something or someone because my head was in the clouds. I love the colorful crayon-colored ones!
I was checkin out my little streetpass thing, and I saw my brother and my bro Reg. I went up to Brother and he gave me a balloon, so that was fun. I walked over to my bro Reg, and he was just holdin an umbrella and I was like “boy gimme yo umbrella” and he was like “nope” and it was SOOO AGGRAVATING and the moral of the story is take your balloon and be happy, cuz sometimes your bro Reg is too much of a cheap jerk to fork over his umbrella.
The ideas in my head are so fuzzy … I feel them float out of my head … up and up, like invisible balloons heading skyward after slipping out of a relaxed hand. I wonder where they go … and if they ever deflate and come down in someone’s backyard, where someone might pick up an idea or two of their own and use it.
Bellicose gargoyles gazed grimly from the parapets, defying an ominous wind. Archers, knights, soldiers stood poised for battle, awaiting the trumpets. O’er the tower flew the resplendent flag of the realm.
Golden sunbeams broke through gathering clouds as King Aethaelwaeld and Queen Aelaeraeon emerged hand-in-hand on the tower balcony. “Today,” declared the King stentoriously, “all’s won or lost. Let Victory be ours, whatever the cost. For Kingdom and Realm!”
Lo! Watchers glimpsed the advancing forces of the coming siege. Came the sharp call of the trumpets; hark! Hark! Within the hour, the arriving army’s numbers would balloon from hundreds to thousands. Swarms of deadly trebuchet would soon surround the castle.
Watching from the western ridge, the Prince and his Regiment observed the advance. Said the lieutenant: “If I may advise your Magnificence, let us attack the flank forthwith.” — “Nay,” replied the Prince after a moment’s thought. “We shall pursue a wiser course.”
Known for his martial skill and strategic insight, Prince Aelthaeo now conceived a daring new plan. Over the coming days, in a race against time, the Prince and his men would recruit and train a ragtag army from the western periphery of the realm. In a series of superbly strategized attacks, these heroes would shatter the siege, rescue castle and kingdom, and alter indeed the very course of history and legend!
The big red balloon. Floating away. floating away. Each moment it gets higher and higher. Until it becomes the tiniest dot. you can barely see it at all. And finally it is gobbled up by the sun. The sun becomes red. it gets a little bit bigger, Happier. It’s so hungry.
the hot air balloon quickly lifted into the air. Soaring through the clouds, a woman standing by the wall, is joined by a young man, he kisses her pink lips softly before whispering, “I love you, Happy first year anniversary.”
There was a pop, and she started to fall.
The air balloon festival had turned into a festival of horror,
And the screams of banshees filled the sky, as balloon after balloon plummeted to the ground.
We thought we were gods.
But the gods fought back.
She sat alone on the edge of the cliff, a bright red balloon clutched tightly in her hand. She looked down at the bottomless edge of the cliff, un sure where it led. However, she didn’t seem to care. She stood up and simply walked right off the edge, falling a few feet..only to quickly rise back up with the balloon
Balloons bring laughter and happiness into the world but why? They are colorful and are a symbol of celebration. Something about when a balloon gets loose and flies away is incredibly majestic.
There was a red ballon floating against the wind, as if possesed by a demon who would never give in to the forces of nature. A solitary engima, lost only when not in motion.
the boy was being carried into the sky by the balloons from the carnival. up and up he went until tip of his black velcro runners disappeared into the white of the clouds.
“Some place far away there is still a land left behind by time. I know because I myself once traveled there. now sit back and let me tell you a tale of a land so far away, time itself truly forgot it ever existed. Over many mountain ranges, across almost endless glaciers, through deep valleys, some drier than any desert you can find, and through many many deep and almost maze like forests you will finally come to the land of Kaltonia. As you come out of what they call the Dane Forest, you see an oddly placed perfectly smooth white stone road that seems to appear of out nowhere in the woods. They say the road will find you if you’re worthy if making it to Kaltonia. A politely strong stone fence lines this road with beautiful blue painted inlay of what looks like lions chasing down an odd round furry sort of creature. The smell of food cooking and baking and logs burning in hundreds of fire places roamed the air and greeted you from the distance. As your senses begin to tingle with excitement that seems almost driven by the earth itself you peer over the ridge ahead to see the top of a tall old medieval church tower. Beyond that the sky is teeming with a city in the sky unlike anything you will have ever seen! The most extravagant and elegant hot air balloons of all shapes and sizes perfectly balanced and designed to hold up huts and small tarp like buildings that were made out of, again, the most amazing fabrics and textures you had ever seen. When you get closer to the city you realize your already running to it. As you get ever closer you start to see that these people are masters of ballooned air travel. Their giant huts and markets that are floating around the town created a mythical world in the air. Gardens, and even man made water falls came down to the equally as beautiful streets below. These people lived in perpetual peace here. for who knows how many thousands of years, the earth regenerates the forest, the air, the food, the animals, the earth has regenerated everything here almost everyday. In front of your eyes trees regrow right after they are cut. they grow thicker and more perfect every time. It explains the intense beauty if The Dane Forest. Fueled by this never ending wealth of nature, this mysterious community has been hidden from the world and had also provided everything they ever needed….. That’s all for now little ones time for bed.” Just then, the story was broken by two sad and sweet voice’s of 8 year old twin Girls that yelled out of the dark, “But Grandpa! That’s unfair, you have to tell us what happens!!!” He just smiled and said ” Well go to sleep tonight, come home and when you finish your homework i’ll finish the story okay?” They grumbled and jumped in bed, ” okay grandpa, But you owe us double the storm tomorrow!” He laughed and said, Its a deal sweetie, I love you both very much. Sweet dreams and sleep tight.
A little girl in an amusement park was firmly holding a red balloon in her tiny hands. She didn’t want to let it loose, for it was her father who had bought it especially for her. She had also got some pistachio-flavoured ice cream.
Baby’s black balloon makes her fly? Thinking of Goo Goo Dolls’ ‘Dizzy Up the Girl” album for some reason. Damn good album that came out when I was in high school and I played the crap out of it.
The skin is what makes them so fascinating. They’re full to bursting with air yet they float so easily. How does that happen? How can you be so full, carry so much without sinking? How can you fly that way? Really, what I’m asking is why can’t I.
The balloon rose into the air, with the people inside it. They were being sacrificed to the sun god, bfhbHBBFH. The tribe that believed in bfhbHBBFH watched, with faces of content.
You’re floating away from me, and I wish I could stop you, but I wasn’t the one to let go. You remind me of childish color and lightheartedness, and I wish I could float away with you. I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time in the clouds. My only advice? Darling, don’t look down.
sometimes i feel as if he’s a balloon that i want to let go and see float towards the clouds, but then i realize that i never held him in my hands anyway.
Sailing on the wind, bobbing just below the clouds. It dipped and dove, swam and searched. Searching for a wrist to hold it down. An arm to lift, a spirit too perhaps, but mostly just for youth.
It was far away. He could see it coming up behind a mountain, rising like the sun. He wondered whose hand let go. He wondered what replaced it. He wondered why.
The string was tied to my wrist, reminding me of the weight it carried. I looked up into the sky to reassure myself that my ballon was still there. I needed to calm myself, take deep breaths. I had to remind myself that no matter how far my heads were in the clouds, my feet were still firmly planted on the ground. Somehow, that fact was not reassuring at all.
There once was a boy who was wandering through his local neighborhood park. A happy scenery it was, but inside the boys heart one could only find dismay. This is because on his way to the park, with his red balloon in hand, he ran into the local bully, Tom. Tom popped the boy’s balloon because he’s a dick.
today I saw a ballon, the ballon was going up and up and up iwas so jalous i wish i was a kid, i wish i still have dreams. were does the ballon go, can I
Floating , drifting way up high. The possibilities are endless when gravity is not a reality. Nothing to hold you down or damper your spirits. The only way is up and oh what colours to fly up with . Towards the sun is the only direction to go.
i like the helium in balloons i like the fragility of it all, nothing about them will last forever, they are nothing special they provide a few moments of happiness but end in disappointment always…they fly and mesmerized until you can no longer squint to see them or they pop when the get to close to a lights
Joshua held the beautiful blue balloon and let the last bit of string coil around his index finger, so the sphere could go as high above his head as possible without letting go. His sister, Jessie, watched with jealousy as the beautiful, airy orb floated close to her eyes. But she hugged her prize stuffed dog to her chest and looked out at the scary roller coaster – the big black one with two loops, the one she had been dared to ride.
these big bright things are given to people on special occasions. a big, plastic ball of their breathe. how lovely. clowns make all sorts of shapes and animals with these. pretty impressive, i say. these big balls of air.
as the balloon went higher and higher, with it all my worries and fears. Lifted feelings being over joyed. The expression of feeling calm and centered. Oh boy how I wish that were true.
Joe and his friends sent a camera aloft on a high altitude balloon. Actually, they were getting paid to do that for a TV commercial. But it was fun anyway.
Her mother told her the whole story, talking till dawn. She had been taken on her third birthday, and it was bizarre to have been interviewed by the police in a house full of balloons and streamers, the bright colours mocking her dark mood.
floating up into the sky. i think it’s red, but i can’t tell. It’s floating up and up and up and it’s out of my reach. i stare into this distance until it becomes nothing more than a tiny, barely visible dot in the sky. i keep looking, believing that I can still make out its round shape, but i am probably wrong. because that balloon is gone
He saw the balloons as he walked down the aisle. Casual. They were so nice looking too. Many different colors, perhaps different sizes. But no, there was no time for that. Mom was in a hurry to get what she needed, primarily not balloons, and then leave. But he wanted to have them. While she was paying, he worked his way back down past the chips cookies and snacks, past the cleaning supplies, to the toys, the end of the aisle, and slipped the pack of wonderful colorful balloons down his shorts.
I love a balloon. Bright red, rubbery, squeaky, bouncy balloons. They are not complete without spirals of multicolored spiraling streamers knotted to their ends. No helium? No problem! Tie ’em to a short dowel or stick. For more fun, color the balloons with markers before you inflate them.
I love a hot air balloon too! They are mesmerizing–too mesmerizing. How often have I bumped into something or someone because my head was in the clouds. I love the colorful crayon-colored ones!
I was checkin out my little streetpass thing, and I saw my brother and my bro Reg. I went up to Brother and he gave me a balloon, so that was fun. I walked over to my bro Reg, and he was just holdin an umbrella and I was like “boy gimme yo umbrella” and he was like “nope” and it was SOOO AGGRAVATING and the moral of the story is take your balloon and be happy, cuz sometimes your bro Reg is too much of a cheap jerk to fork over his umbrella.
The ideas in my head are so fuzzy … I feel them float out of my head … up and up, like invisible balloons heading skyward after slipping out of a relaxed hand. I wonder where they go … and if they ever deflate and come down in someone’s backyard, where someone might pick up an idea or two of their own and use it.
Bellicose gargoyles gazed grimly from the parapets, defying an ominous wind. Archers, knights, soldiers stood poised for battle, awaiting the trumpets. O’er the tower flew the resplendent flag of the realm.
Golden sunbeams broke through gathering clouds as King Aethaelwaeld and Queen Aelaeraeon emerged hand-in-hand on the tower balcony. “Today,” declared the King stentoriously, “all’s won or lost. Let Victory be ours, whatever the cost. For Kingdom and Realm!”
Lo! Watchers glimpsed the advancing forces of the coming siege. Came the sharp call of the trumpets; hark! Hark! Within the hour, the arriving army’s numbers would balloon from hundreds to thousands. Swarms of deadly trebuchet would soon surround the castle.
Watching from the western ridge, the Prince and his Regiment observed the advance. Said the lieutenant: “If I may advise your Magnificence, let us attack the flank forthwith.” — “Nay,” replied the Prince after a moment’s thought. “We shall pursue a wiser course.”
Known for his martial skill and strategic insight, Prince Aelthaeo now conceived a daring new plan. Over the coming days, in a race against time, the Prince and his men would recruit and train a ragtag army from the western periphery of the realm. In a series of superbly strategized attacks, these heroes would shatter the siege, rescue castle and kingdom, and alter indeed the very course of history and legend!
The big red balloon. Floating away. floating away. Each moment it gets higher and higher. Until it becomes the tiniest dot. you can barely see it at all. And finally it is gobbled up by the sun. The sun becomes red. it gets a little bit bigger, Happier. It’s so hungry.
the hot air balloon quickly lifted into the air. Soaring through the clouds, a woman standing by the wall, is joined by a young man, he kisses her pink lips softly before whispering, “I love you, Happy first year anniversary.”
There was a pop, and she started to fall.
The air balloon festival had turned into a festival of horror,
And the screams of banshees filled the sky, as balloon after balloon plummeted to the ground.
We thought we were gods.
But the gods fought back.
She sat alone on the edge of the cliff, a bright red balloon clutched tightly in her hand. She looked down at the bottomless edge of the cliff, un sure where it led. However, she didn’t seem to care. She stood up and simply walked right off the edge, falling a few feet..only to quickly rise back up with the balloon
Balloons bring laughter and happiness into the world but why? They are colorful and are a symbol of celebration. Something about when a balloon gets loose and flies away is incredibly majestic.
There was a red ballon floating against the wind, as if possesed by a demon who would never give in to the forces of nature. A solitary engima, lost only when not in motion.
“let go!”
the boy was being carried into the sky by the balloons from the carnival. up and up he went until tip of his black velcro runners disappeared into the white of the clouds.
Just be aware
findings that bring such great joy
that life becomes so full
so as to balloon beyond
conceivable contentment
might not be that rare
“Some place far away there is still a land left behind by time. I know because I myself once traveled there. now sit back and let me tell you a tale of a land so far away, time itself truly forgot it ever existed. Over many mountain ranges, across almost endless glaciers, through deep valleys, some drier than any desert you can find, and through many many deep and almost maze like forests you will finally come to the land of Kaltonia. As you come out of what they call the Dane Forest, you see an oddly placed perfectly smooth white stone road that seems to appear of out nowhere in the woods. They say the road will find you if you’re worthy if making it to Kaltonia. A politely strong stone fence lines this road with beautiful blue painted inlay of what looks like lions chasing down an odd round furry sort of creature. The smell of food cooking and baking and logs burning in hundreds of fire places roamed the air and greeted you from the distance. As your senses begin to tingle with excitement that seems almost driven by the earth itself you peer over the ridge ahead to see the top of a tall old medieval church tower. Beyond that the sky is teeming with a city in the sky unlike anything you will have ever seen! The most extravagant and elegant hot air balloons of all shapes and sizes perfectly balanced and designed to hold up huts and small tarp like buildings that were made out of, again, the most amazing fabrics and textures you had ever seen. When you get closer to the city you realize your already running to it. As you get ever closer you start to see that these people are masters of ballooned air travel. Their giant huts and markets that are floating around the town created a mythical world in the air. Gardens, and even man made water falls came down to the equally as beautiful streets below. These people lived in perpetual peace here. for who knows how many thousands of years, the earth regenerates the forest, the air, the food, the animals, the earth has regenerated everything here almost everyday. In front of your eyes trees regrow right after they are cut. they grow thicker and more perfect every time. It explains the intense beauty if The Dane Forest. Fueled by this never ending wealth of nature, this mysterious community has been hidden from the world and had also provided everything they ever needed….. That’s all for now little ones time for bed.” Just then, the story was broken by two sad and sweet voice’s of 8 year old twin Girls that yelled out of the dark, “But Grandpa! That’s unfair, you have to tell us what happens!!!” He just smiled and said ” Well go to sleep tonight, come home and when you finish your homework i’ll finish the story okay?” They grumbled and jumped in bed, ” okay grandpa, But you owe us double the storm tomorrow!” He laughed and said, Its a deal sweetie, I love you both very much. Sweet dreams and sleep tight.
A little girl in an amusement park was firmly holding a red balloon in her tiny hands. She didn’t want to let it loose, for it was her father who had bought it especially for her. She had also got some pistachio-flavoured ice cream.
His mind, floating away from the conversation like a child’s lost balloon among the clouds, stirring the unuttered longings of his soul.
Baby’s black balloon makes her fly? Thinking of Goo Goo Dolls’ ‘Dizzy Up the Girl” album for some reason. Damn good album that came out when I was in high school and I played the crap out of it.
growing like a hot-air balloon pre-flight,
our love heats up and takes my breath away.
The skin is what makes them so fascinating. They’re full to bursting with air yet they float so easily. How does that happen? How can you be so full, carry so much without sinking? How can you fly that way? Really, what I’m asking is why can’t I.
The balloon rose into the air, with the people inside it. They were being sacrificed to the sun god, bfhbHBBFH. The tribe that believed in bfhbHBBFH watched, with faces of content.
You’re floating away from me, and I wish I could stop you, but I wasn’t the one to let go. You remind me of childish color and lightheartedness, and I wish I could float away with you. I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time in the clouds. My only advice? Darling, don’t look down.
sometimes i feel as if he’s a balloon that i want to let go and see float towards the clouds, but then i realize that i never held him in my hands anyway.
Sailing on the wind, bobbing just below the clouds. It dipped and dove, swam and searched. Searching for a wrist to hold it down. An arm to lift, a spirit too perhaps, but mostly just for youth.
and up we rose. Or at least rose our hopes. The red balloon in the blue sky. the dangling string. wobbling in the gusty wind.
It was far away. He could see it coming up behind a mountain, rising like the sun. He wondered whose hand let go. He wondered what replaced it. He wondered why.
The string was tied to my wrist, reminding me of the weight it carried. I looked up into the sky to reassure myself that my ballon was still there. I needed to calm myself, take deep breaths. I had to remind myself that no matter how far my heads were in the clouds, my feet were still firmly planted on the ground. Somehow, that fact was not reassuring at all.
There once was a boy who was wandering through his local neighborhood park. A happy scenery it was, but inside the boys heart one could only find dismay. This is because on his way to the park, with his red balloon in hand, he ran into the local bully, Tom. Tom popped the boy’s balloon because he’s a dick.
difficult to inflate
simple to break
pops under pressure
as do i
99 Red Balloons. Cloud in a balloon.
today I saw a ballon, the ballon was going up and up and up iwas so jalous i wish i was a kid, i wish i still have dreams. were does the ballon go, can I
It was far away. He could it coming behind a mountain, rising like the sun. He wondered whose hand let go. He wondered what replaced it.
Floating , drifting way up high. The possibilities are endless when gravity is not a reality. Nothing to hold you down or damper your spirits. The only way is up and oh what colours to fly up with . Towards the sun is the only direction to go.
i like the helium in balloons i like the fragility of it all, nothing about them will last forever, they are nothing special they provide a few moments of happiness but end in disappointment always…they fly and mesmerized until you can no longer squint to see them or they pop when the get to close to a lights
Joshua held the beautiful blue balloon and let the last bit of string coil around his index finger, so the sphere could go as high above his head as possible without letting go. His sister, Jessie, watched with jealousy as the beautiful, airy orb floated close to her eyes. But she hugged her prize stuffed dog to her chest and looked out at the scary roller coaster – the big black one with two loops, the one she had been dared to ride.
these big bright things are given to people on special occasions. a big, plastic ball of their breathe. how lovely. clowns make all sorts of shapes and animals with these. pretty impressive, i say. these big balls of air.
as the balloon went higher and higher, with it all my worries and fears. Lifted feelings being over joyed. The expression of feeling calm and centered. Oh boy how I wish that were true.
She held it tight. She had a red balloon in her right hand and the other hand was empty. She held on tighter and wondered how fast can someone let go?