Appearances can deceive. Here I appear day after day in my corporate attire at my corporate work. But I am imagining, building a world, adding the players, foremost myself in the starring role. I invent an exciting life. Yes, I am an actress also. My castle is in my head.
the castle stood on the beach lighting up the sky like a beacon from some old rennaissance story. But this was now and we were tourists and the whole romantic gleam of it seemed to have faded. We walked the crumbling steps and wondered why they left it here. Why they preserved this building to remind us that we are not what we once were.
it was a dark and dank and storm swept edifice which ed resided in. His monsterous creations lurked the grouds dilligently. There was trevor the bastard child of a snail and an otter. A snotter, and a mean one at that. Utterly histrionic, Trevor had a bad habit of pooping on ferns.
Once there wa a princess that lived ijn a castle. there was a big moat around it. she lived in it and counted how many strokes she used to brusxh her hair.m one. two. three. four. she did this many times. whenever she felt insecure.
princesses live in a castle. bricks and vines, kings and queens. Court. Rose gardens. Victorian castles. I wish we had castles in America. I don’t know what to write about castles.
maybe this should be our goal. we should each build one for ourselves.
and we should live like kings and queens. we should treat ourselves like royalty but address all things with chivalry and justice. we should strive to be honorable and noble. we should not fear ambition but face our fears with boldness and determination. all of our actions should be unwavering. and when unsure we should seek and take the counsel of the wise.
perhaps this is one of the best things we can do for ourselves, any of us. in our own way.
High in the tallest tower of Castle Wainwood sat Elizabeth Beckworth, the most beautiful maiden in all the land. Some say she was part-goddess, she was so strikingly gorgeous. No one ever ventured into that tower, however, for fear of incurring her wrath. Until one day.
I look up at the glass castle. How it glistens in the sun. I turn my head to the side to get another angle of its tall clear beauty, but the suns rays reflect off onto my face, blinding me and making me squint. I wonder who lives there… in the glass castle.
The castle was high up, and it was all made of stone. A stone that wouldn’t break easy, but the spiders loved to creepily crawl on it and make spider webs. I was the princess on top of the tower, waiting, for someone to come and rescue me. But one came, because I wasn’t a pretty princess. I was considered the bitchy princess. But all I was was a teenage girl with every insecurity in the world.
Castle Gandolfo.
To castle in chess.
A TV show.
Sand castles.
Castles in the air.
Mis-spelled cattle.
Silent T. What other words have a silent T?
Bustle.
Whistle.
Fasten.
Any not preceded by an S?
Yes. (or yest)
When I was a kid I always wished we had a bigger house and I would actually take the time to draw out what it would be like if we lived in a castle. I gave myself my own wing and my side had barbed wire to keep my sister out and we had a dungeon and when my parents wouldn’t let me do something I would send them there and eat Kraft Dinner because I knew how to make it and it was fucking delish.
Princesses. Princesses and their perfect little worlds. So pristine and organized they could be boxed into tiny little snow globes and sold to simple onlookers, hoping for their own piece of impeccability.
It was built on a hillside and furnished with very fine things. The folks who lived and visited were splendid and refined in their appearance and manners. They considered it a castle but it was only a three bedroom country home.
The castle sat on a cliff. It was a tall cliff, the ocean pounded against the rocks at the bottom, but they were far, far below. The castle was old. I didn’t want to go in. I was scared it would crumble into little pieces and fall, bit by bit, into the water below.
This is where people of royal blood lives. This is where many people wish to live. But what is the use of a hard, concrete, spacious, glamorous house if the people you care about the most are not with you? Moreover, what is the use of this extravagant building if your have a shabby personality?
i like castles a lot, they remind me of princesses and i wish i was one. the only thing is there is no such thing as “prince charming” who will randomly come into your life. its pretty much pointless to even think it could happen. but theres always that part of you who wishes one day, that prince charming will beat the odds and come around. life sucks that way, you get your hopes up for absolutely nothing in the end.
If there was no moat, visiting the old codger would be a lot less complicated. That, and having to raise an army every time I want to pop over to borrow a cup of sugar. But we were never close. What with him and his castle, me and my caravan, three cats and a donkey. Gotta love the lottery.
Erupted lava particles swarm the hot air, ash and soot finding their own place on the castle’s grounds, as if they had a long day of working out before their big move.
With the pink pink castle in a blue blue world she knew that her green heart might fall fall fall longer than Rapunsel’s lenghty long hair.
And as her red long blah swept the floor and picked up all the dirt of the past that she could maybe one day wash out, she picked up her red boots and clicked all the way home
I built castles that towered above my head. I let the sand slip between my fingers and watched it fall to the ground. It was a reminder that time was passing, minute by minute.
It was a while since I had seen my father’s dream from the windowpane of a bedtime story. I hadn’t any idea that he longed so much yet reached so little. I wanted to build this castle for him, even if the foundations were in the sky or on the sea or in my heart. But how could I? I was only a child. And he only wanted to be a child. If I could pull out of the sandbox of my heart a curled white seashell to be our castle, I would. But seashells are for snails, and nothing had lived in that seashell for a long time.
The castle facade of the jousting ring rose high over the sand pit, above the knights the plebeians, and even the Queen herself. Rodrick appeared, his lance lowered, and the announcer exclaimed, “His helmet, his armor, and his horse were all STOLEN.”
castles in built in sand and dust, are meant to be shattered by waves at dusk.
be not sad for the buildings gone, as we are all humans and will soon be gone.
we once had a castle, we were once strong
we had it all before it was gone
Castles tall and strong, fortress for my people. They protect us from the wind and rain. They hide us. They are our strong holds. King’s and queens disappear inside their walls, but I know the tunnels. I can shift from room to romm
Her castle was broad and was as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t what most people would thing was a castle, but it was hers. The castle didn’t have tall towers or lush interior. It was beautiful land as far as she could see, tree’s to play under and it’s all she ever wanted.
My love lived in a castle, very far away. I could only see her on the sunniest day of the year, or the darkest. As I could only see her on those days, she became my sun and my darkness. She was my everything, but I was nothing to her.
He found the princes in their castles respectively. He saved them and with careful beaten hands he split his heart in half for them. He gave one half to each prince and he slumped to his knees proud of what he’d accomplished. In exchange for his heart made of glass the two princes gave him muscle and humanity and most importantly, love.
i’ve seen many castles, all built solid and sturdy of brick and stone. immaculate in beauty, and holding a strong sense of security. how is it that after experiencing homes such as these, i solely long to reside in a wooden house?
Oh, no. The one thing that imagination will always produce. A fire-breathing dragon, a knight in shining armor, a princess in a tall tower. Mid-evil times were the best times.
a castle is a place where a princess lives. It often has a moat surrounding it. There is a beautiful castle at Disney World. I remember going there when I was in Senior Kindergarten. I wanted to live there. Castles have “wings’ on each side of the building.
I live in a castle. I don’t live in one of those medieval castles with the gargoyles and that stuff. The cool castles where it is just you in your room. When I am in my room, I am in my own personal castle.
Appearances can deceive. Here I appear day after day in my corporate attire at my corporate work. But I am imagining, building a world, adding the players, foremost myself in the starring role. I invent an exciting life. Yes, I am an actress also. My castle is in my head.
the castle stood on the beach lighting up the sky like a beacon from some old rennaissance story. But this was now and we were tourists and the whole romantic gleam of it seemed to have faded. We walked the crumbling steps and wondered why they left it here. Why they preserved this building to remind us that we are not what we once were.
it was a dark and dank and storm swept edifice which ed resided in. His monsterous creations lurked the grouds dilligently. There was trevor the bastard child of a snail and an otter. A snotter, and a mean one at that. Utterly histrionic, Trevor had a bad habit of pooping on ferns.
castle castle. proncess. princess. prince. prince. king. king. queen. queen. moats. moats. crown. crown. brush. brush. garden. garden. life . life. rose . rose. wine. win
Once there wa a princess that lived ijn a castle. there was a big moat around it. she lived in it and counted how many strokes she used to brusxh her hair.m one. two. three. four. she did this many times. whenever she felt insecure.
princesses live in a castle. bricks and vines, kings and queens. Court. Rose gardens. Victorian castles. I wish we had castles in America. I don’t know what to write about castles.
maybe this should be our goal. we should each build one for ourselves.
and we should live like kings and queens. we should treat ourselves like royalty but address all things with chivalry and justice. we should strive to be honorable and noble. we should not fear ambition but face our fears with boldness and determination. all of our actions should be unwavering. and when unsure we should seek and take the counsel of the wise.
perhaps this is one of the best things we can do for ourselves, any of us. in our own way.
High in the tallest tower of Castle Wainwood sat Elizabeth Beckworth, the most beautiful maiden in all the land. Some say she was part-goddess, she was so strikingly gorgeous. No one ever ventured into that tower, however, for fear of incurring her wrath. Until one day.
I look up at the glass castle. How it glistens in the sun. I turn my head to the side to get another angle of its tall clear beauty, but the suns rays reflect off onto my face, blinding me and making me squint. I wonder who lives there… in the glass castle.
The castle was high up, and it was all made of stone. A stone that wouldn’t break easy, but the spiders loved to creepily crawl on it and make spider webs. I was the princess on top of the tower, waiting, for someone to come and rescue me. But one came, because I wasn’t a pretty princess. I was considered the bitchy princess. But all I was was a teenage girl with every insecurity in the world.
I always dreamed of living in a castle.
No rules.
No limit to money.
Freedom.
A castle.
Big open walls with plenty of free space.
A look a curiosity from the passer byes
Castle Gandolfo.
To castle in chess.
A TV show.
Sand castles.
Castles in the air.
Mis-spelled cattle.
Silent T. What other words have a silent T?
Bustle.
Whistle.
Fasten.
Any not preceded by an S?
Yes. (or yest)
When I was a kid I always wished we had a bigger house and I would actually take the time to draw out what it would be like if we lived in a castle. I gave myself my own wing and my side had barbed wire to keep my sister out and we had a dungeon and when my parents wouldn’t let me do something I would send them there and eat Kraft Dinner because I knew how to make it and it was fucking delish.
Princesses. Princesses and their perfect little worlds. So pristine and organized they could be boxed into tiny little snow globes and sold to simple onlookers, hoping for their own piece of impeccability.
It was built on a hillside and furnished with very fine things. The folks who lived and visited were splendid and refined in their appearance and manners. They considered it a castle but it was only a three bedroom country home.
The castle sat on a cliff. It was a tall cliff, the ocean pounded against the rocks at the bottom, but they were far, far below. The castle was old. I didn’t want to go in. I was scared it would crumble into little pieces and fall, bit by bit, into the water below.
This is where people of royal blood lives. This is where many people wish to live. But what is the use of a hard, concrete, spacious, glamorous house if the people you care about the most are not with you? Moreover, what is the use of this extravagant building if your have a shabby personality?
i like castles a lot, they remind me of princesses and i wish i was one. the only thing is there is no such thing as “prince charming” who will randomly come into your life. its pretty much pointless to even think it could happen. but theres always that part of you who wishes one day, that prince charming will beat the odds and come around. life sucks that way, you get your hopes up for absolutely nothing in the end.
Is this sand-surrounded stronghold going to stand? iron fortresses last rarely in the desert where the salt water rusts them.
If there was no moat, visiting the old codger would be a lot less complicated. That, and having to raise an army every time I want to pop over to borrow a cup of sugar. But we were never close. What with him and his castle, me and my caravan, three cats and a donkey. Gotta love the lottery.
Erupted lava particles swarm the hot air, ash and soot finding their own place on the castle’s grounds, as if they had a long day of working out before their big move.
With the pink pink castle in a blue blue world she knew that her green heart might fall fall fall longer than Rapunsel’s lenghty long hair.
And as her red long blah swept the floor and picked up all the dirt of the past that she could maybe one day wash out, she picked up her red boots and clicked all the way home
I built castles that towered above my head. I let the sand slip between my fingers and watched it fall to the ground. It was a reminder that time was passing, minute by minute.
It was a while since I had seen my father’s dream from the windowpane of a bedtime story. I hadn’t any idea that he longed so much yet reached so little. I wanted to build this castle for him, even if the foundations were in the sky or on the sea or in my heart. But how could I? I was only a child. And he only wanted to be a child. If I could pull out of the sandbox of my heart a curled white seashell to be our castle, I would. But seashells are for snails, and nothing had lived in that seashell for a long time.
Castle was solving the crime of the century. Or at least, he thought. He knew it was an important case.
What he didn’t know is that it would lead him into the traps of an evil killer.
The last thing he saw as he took his final gaze was a maniacal grin and a chain saw.
The castle facade of the jousting ring rose high over the sand pit, above the knights the plebeians, and even the Queen herself. Rodrick appeared, his lance lowered, and the announcer exclaimed, “His helmet, his armor, and his horse were all STOLEN.”
A certain faction cheered.
princess
prince
guard
crown
festival
dancing
ball gowns
horses
stables
rooms
candles
paper
king
queen
step sister
brick
ancient
castle was solving the crime of the century. he knew it. she knew it. Why did they insist upon all this pointless arguing about who was right?
It was stupid, is what it was.
He loved her.
She loved him.
It was stupid.
castles in built in sand and dust, are meant to be shattered by waves at dusk.
be not sad for the buildings gone, as we are all humans and will soon be gone.
we once had a castle, we were once strong
we had it all before it was gone
Castles tall and strong, fortress for my people. They protect us from the wind and rain. They hide us. They are our strong holds. King’s and queens disappear inside their walls, but I know the tunnels. I can shift from room to romm
Her castle was broad and was as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t what most people would thing was a castle, but it was hers. The castle didn’t have tall towers or lush interior. It was beautiful land as far as she could see, tree’s to play under and it’s all she ever wanted.
My love lived in a castle, very far away. I could only see her on the sunniest day of the year, or the darkest. As I could only see her on those days, she became my sun and my darkness. She was my everything, but I was nothing to her.
I’m king of the castle and you’re a dirty rascal~
He found the princes in their castles respectively. He saved them and with careful beaten hands he split his heart in half for them. He gave one half to each prince and he slumped to his knees proud of what he’d accomplished. In exchange for his heart made of glass the two princes gave him muscle and humanity and most importantly, love.
i’ve seen many castles, all built solid and sturdy of brick and stone. immaculate in beauty, and holding a strong sense of security. how is it that after experiencing homes such as these, i solely long to reside in a wooden house?
Oh, no. The one thing that imagination will always produce. A fire-breathing dragon, a knight in shining armor, a princess in a tall tower. Mid-evil times were the best times.
A large and beautiful edifice of luxury from the past. The rocks share the same thick beauty as the air.
a castle is a place where a princess lives. It often has a moat surrounding it. There is a beautiful castle at Disney World. I remember going there when I was in Senior Kindergarten. I wanted to live there. Castles have “wings’ on each side of the building.
I live in a castle. I don’t live in one of those medieval castles with the gargoyles and that stuff. The cool castles where it is just you in your room. When I am in my room, I am in my own personal castle.
Handsome Princes and Beautiful Princesses, fairytales and europe… everything lovely and old. history and kings. Jesus and His amazing kingdom.