Once long ago there was a boy who wanted to meet the brave emperor that lived in the big castle because the little boy read a story that said the emperor had to pull a sord out of a rock and then he wanted to see if the emperor was strong.
There once was a king that lived in the woods. They called him an emperor. He lived by himself, and never really came into the village of Pine River. One day there was a shortage of food in the village, so the people went straight to the emperor. They cried out to him for help. He said… my oh my…I AMD much too busy to help you. so they left him at once not knowing what to do next. What will we do? They didn’t know what to do. So they decided to go on a hunt for wild game food.
Emperors are weird. Emperor penguins are pretty tight, though. I dunno what all I’m supposed to be writing right now. My brain doesn’t work as well as it once did, I don’t think. I barely got out a few sentences and time’s almost up. Hmm. I guess…what about Emperor Penguins? Happy Feet. Yeah.
Un emperador, galleta, hambre, quiero comer. y quiero ser como un emperor. Lo que quieren lo consiguen, quiero doritos. quiero ser flaca. quiero que mis hijos sean felices. y quiero ser feliz yo tambien. buen dia jejajaja
When I think of the word emperor I think of movies like Gladiator. Anything associated with the word makes me think of a cool color treatment, lots of grays and blues.
Emperor Hirohito might be an interesting guy to invite to a dinner party. Why? Because I know of his significance in world history and yet I know so little about what he actually had to say to anyone.
Look, I know it’s horrible to even have this thought, because Liam is only two years old, but I really cannot stand your son. I can’t stand the way he shrieks, the way he spits his pacifier in the dirt, the way he parades around the room like a tiny, tyrannical emperor hellbent on making everyone cowtow to his latest whim.
Emperor of the farm. That is what the Rooster thought he was. He ruled the land, telling everyone when to wake and when to sleep. Even the humans listened to him. Little did he know, that when hard times fell upon the Crinshaws, they would have no qualms about cooking the Rooster up for sunday supper. And, as they tend to do, hard times came a calling one cloudy day in May. If only the Rooster had listened to the hen and ran away.
Hello … this is an example about oneword. Write about the word “emperor” in a creative format. You can do this and utilize vocabulary words, various themes, writing ideas, and more!
you
the ruler
of me
and my
sexuality
emperor of
all that i crave
need
and want
but cant have
because of life
and it’s requirements, rules and reason
but you
bury mine
and make me long
for freedom
High above, he ruled. They strained to see him, but only caught glimpses of gold reflecting in the sunlight. Blinded by the glare of his wealth, they stopped looking for the man, and simply obeyed his rules.
The emperor looked out over his wide kingdom. He saw that it was glorious. He marveled at its gloriouis potential. Then he burst into wailing fits of tears because it was time for bed.
In the ancient china it was thought, that one day an emperor shall come, that will bring peace and prosperity to the land and unite the people under one banner. People are waiting to this day.
you aren’t the boss of me. you aren’t even a co-worker. what makes you think you can tell me what to do? are you the lord high executioner? the big kahuna? el jeffe? mr. big shot?
There once was an emperor that ruled the land. He was very happy with the work that he did. one important thing that he did was to bring peace to the nation. When he arrived people fought against each other, and he created ways to get people to start appreciating each other, and not always be out to get eachother. He always loved the book… how the emperor got his groove bo
i am the emperor of lazy. residing over all things unmoved—unchanged—unmotivated—unnecessary. as emperor, my firs order of business is to rid guilt and all dissonance that fights to combat the land of lazy. this is war.
The emperor Cesar was a very nice guy. He had a great idea to rule all the european continent, wich is pretty big, and he did it. He createt the civilization, the ocidental way to live by rules, and the roman empire stayed like that for several years.
There is a movie with that word but I do not remember how to spell it in english, so fuck it.
One fun fact about me: I’m actually of royal blood.
Apparently, if you go far back into my family tree, I’m actually directly related to quite a few queens of the Joseon dynasty. My father makes sure that I never forget this by constantly reminding me that I’m of royal blood. He also uses this fact to instill hope in me whenever I’m depressed.
He looked so splendid in his robes as he glided past the crowd. The feeling of elegance and pride came over him. How could he feel otherwise dressed in all that flowing colour. This was just the beginning though. Tomorrow, there would be no robes, no applauding crowd, no celebration. No, tomorrow his work: solving the problems of disgruntled, unhappy peasants who, only a day before, had been a cheerful crowd.
The Emperor’s New Clothes was always one of my favorite fables. When I was little, it was just silly. Now that I am older and have had a few embarrassing experiences of my own it has taken on new meanings. Especially as someone who usually lives overseas in other cultures, I relate to the feeling of being absolutely certain of what I am doing only to suddenly find that I am the most foolish person in the room. Of course, this stings less the older I get.
I am the almighty
kneel before my
golden shoes that
shine hot and bright
and my eyes green and blue
they shine too
like my intentions
of ruining you
and everything you have loved
or ever held close
so hold me closer
than anything else
so i can find your center
chew it up
and leave
The Emperor was not wearing any clothes, but his quick-thinking Butler came to his aid Witham robe and some slippers.
The point was that the Emperor is human like the rest of us, and this foible was a reminder that he may be royalty, but he needs the support of friends and a network around him just as much as anyone.
the emperor of bitches. yep. that’s him. He’s louder than a hag, more annoying than a slut, and above all, he made me fall. I hate him so much for making me love him like that.
Emperor, is what they called me
And I left it at that
I never took the label to heart, because I felt there was more than that.
In fact I knew it in my bones.
The moving sidewalks beneath my feet couldn’t be washed any clearer
The eyes watching my every move never were more dusted.
And there I walked as one of them.
But who I was,
Was the emperor.
an overpowered figure who doesn’t necessarily deserve to be in the position he or she is in. Is faced with a lot of judgemment and makes decisions based on that.
If reversed: Domination, excessive control, rigidity, inflexibility
This did not answer the question he had in mind. Not in the way he had wanted. He cleared the table with one sweep of his arm. The upside-down card stared back at him with a glint in its eye. His empire would rise again. His people would come to love him. It was only a matter of time.
He snapped his fingers and they took the prophet away. No cards would tell him his rule would not bring glory back to this kingdom. His father had built all this up for him. He would not disappoint.
The man who led the people. Picked to rule the land, held responsible for each and every soul in the area. So much power, yet held accountable for everything that happens. The representative of the people, and ruler of his people. The leader, and decision maker.
Sanada was the emperor. That was a fact. But it wasn’t until the emperor went head to head with the prince that he learned a few things. 1) that you can’t always win. 2) that some things are worth losing for.
He sat next to his queen. I lifeless expersion on his face. She was his and that was enough for now. Jack stood and crossed the room to close the chamber door. She peered at him with fear in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten herself into this situation. But she knew there was no way out now. Loneliness over took her heart and she took her chair. Jack watched her entently. Everything was going exactly to plan. He almost wanted to laugh. Almost. He took his seat across from her. Neither spoke, simply because there were no more words to be spoken.
The emperor sat perched on his throne like nothing could go wrong. His left hand, with bulbous and flabby fingers, gripped a golden metal spire that poked the polished floor.
Sanada was the emperor. That was a fact. But it wasn’t until the emperor went head to head with the prince that he learned a few things. 1) that you can’t always win. 2) that some things are worth losing for.
I stood there, scepter in hand. I stared at the people before me as they all dropped to their knees and bent their heads to the floor. My father’s death had changed everything. He perished, and I, his daughter, rose to take his place.
The emperor equals to a king. Your majesty, your highness. Is not only an emperor but also a leader that peopke looks up to. Somebody who is strong, intellectually, physically, emotionally.
An emperor leads, teaches people the way, guides them, has lots of ideas, smart enough to lead a whole army. Tough enough to carry himself. Is a good role model to anybody especially children. A peacemaker, who thinks of others first before himself.
She screams at him. The patterns are crooked in the curtains. Little emperor emblems at slotted angles. Diamonds all disconnected. Even in the curvature of the linen he sees it is uneven. She screams at him again and he looks back with hesitation.
Once long ago there was a boy who wanted to meet the brave emperor that lived in the big castle because the little boy read a story that said the emperor had to pull a sord out of a rock and then he wanted to see if the emperor was strong.
There once was a king that lived in the woods. They called him an emperor. He lived by himself, and never really came into the village of Pine River. One day there was a shortage of food in the village, so the people went straight to the emperor. They cried out to him for help. He said… my oh my…I AMD much too busy to help you. so they left him at once not knowing what to do next. What will we do? They didn’t know what to do. So they decided to go on a hunt for wild game food.
Emperors are weird. Emperor penguins are pretty tight, though. I dunno what all I’m supposed to be writing right now. My brain doesn’t work as well as it once did, I don’t think. I barely got out a few sentences and time’s almost up. Hmm. I guess…what about Emperor Penguins? Happy Feet. Yeah.
Un emperador, galleta, hambre, quiero comer. y quiero ser como un emperor. Lo que quieren lo consiguen, quiero doritos. quiero ser flaca. quiero que mis hijos sean felices. y quiero ser feliz yo tambien. buen dia jejajaja
When I think of the word emperor I think of movies like Gladiator. Anything associated with the word makes me think of a cool color treatment, lots of grays and blues.
Emperor Hirohito might be an interesting guy to invite to a dinner party. Why? Because I know of his significance in world history and yet I know so little about what he actually had to say to anyone.
Look, I know it’s horrible to even have this thought, because Liam is only two years old, but I really cannot stand your son. I can’t stand the way he shrieks, the way he spits his pacifier in the dirt, the way he parades around the room like a tiny, tyrannical emperor hellbent on making everyone cowtow to his latest whim.
Emperor of the farm. That is what the Rooster thought he was. He ruled the land, telling everyone when to wake and when to sleep. Even the humans listened to him. Little did he know, that when hard times fell upon the Crinshaws, they would have no qualms about cooking the Rooster up for sunday supper. And, as they tend to do, hard times came a calling one cloudy day in May. If only the Rooster had listened to the hen and ran away.
One who is willing to lend for others,no matter how poor and deprived he/she is,is fit to become the ideal emperor.
Hello … this is an example about oneword. Write about the word “emperor” in a creative format. You can do this and utilize vocabulary words, various themes, writing ideas, and more!
you
the ruler
of me
and my
sexuality
emperor of
all that i crave
need
and want
but cant have
because of life
and it’s requirements, rules and reason
but you
bury mine
and make me long
for freedom
High above, he ruled. They strained to see him, but only caught glimpses of gold reflecting in the sunlight. Blinded by the glare of his wealth, they stopped looking for the man, and simply obeyed his rules.
The emperor looked out over his wide kingdom. He saw that it was glorious. He marveled at its gloriouis potential. Then he burst into wailing fits of tears because it was time for bed.
In the ancient china it was thought, that one day an emperor shall come, that will bring peace and prosperity to the land and unite the people under one banner. People are waiting to this day.
you aren’t the boss of me. you aren’t even a co-worker. what makes you think you can tell me what to do? are you the lord high executioner? the big kahuna? el jeffe? mr. big shot?
There once was an emperor that ruled the land. He was very happy with the work that he did. one important thing that he did was to bring peace to the nation. When he arrived people fought against each other, and he created ways to get people to start appreciating each other, and not always be out to get eachother. He always loved the book… how the emperor got his groove bo
i am the emperor of lazy. residing over all things unmoved—unchanged—unmotivated—unnecessary. as emperor, my firs order of business is to rid guilt and all dissonance that fights to combat the land of lazy. this is war.
The jacket hung loosely on his shoulders. He could feel the eyes upon him.
The emperor Cesar was a very nice guy. He had a great idea to rule all the european continent, wich is pretty big, and he did it. He createt the civilization, the ocidental way to live by rules, and the roman empire stayed like that for several years.
There is a movie with that word but I do not remember how to spell it in english, so fuck it.
One fun fact about me: I’m actually of royal blood.
Apparently, if you go far back into my family tree, I’m actually directly related to quite a few queens of the Joseon dynasty. My father makes sure that I never forget this by constantly reminding me that I’m of royal blood. He also uses this fact to instill hope in me whenever I’m depressed.
He looked so splendid in his robes as he glided past the crowd. The feeling of elegance and pride came over him. How could he feel otherwise dressed in all that flowing colour. This was just the beginning though. Tomorrow, there would be no robes, no applauding crowd, no celebration. No, tomorrow his work: solving the problems of disgruntled, unhappy peasants who, only a day before, had been a cheerful crowd.
Although there are Chinese emperors from various dynasties I am also pretty sure that there is an emperor penguin too.
The Emperor’s New Clothes was always one of my favorite fables. When I was little, it was just silly. Now that I am older and have had a few embarrassing experiences of my own it has taken on new meanings. Especially as someone who usually lives overseas in other cultures, I relate to the feeling of being absolutely certain of what I am doing only to suddenly find that I am the most foolish person in the room. Of course, this stings less the older I get.
I am the almighty
kneel before my
golden shoes that
shine hot and bright
and my eyes green and blue
they shine too
like my intentions
of ruining you
and everything you have loved
or ever held close
so hold me closer
than anything else
so i can find your center
chew it up
and leave
The Emperor was not wearing any clothes, but his quick-thinking Butler came to his aid Witham robe and some slippers.
The point was that the Emperor is human like the rest of us, and this foible was a reminder that he may be royalty, but he needs the support of friends and a network around him just as much as anyone.
the emperor of bitches. yep. that’s him. He’s louder than a hag, more annoying than a slut, and above all, he made me fall. I hate him so much for making me love him like that.
you there, out on the ocean’s end
— the frozen white and blue
I’d happily live so cold, dear friend
— to be as free as you
Emperor, is what they called me
And I left it at that
I never took the label to heart, because I felt there was more than that.
In fact I knew it in my bones.
The moving sidewalks beneath my feet couldn’t be washed any clearer
The eyes watching my every move never were more dusted.
And there I walked as one of them.
But who I was,
Was the emperor.
director
an overpowered figure who doesn’t necessarily deserve to be in the position he or she is in. Is faced with a lot of judgemment and makes decisions based on that.
He held the tarot card in his hand and pursed his lips. He read the equivalent meaning in his guidebook:
Authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation.
If reversed: Domination, excessive control, rigidity, inflexibility
This did not answer the question he had in mind. Not in the way he had wanted. He cleared the table with one sweep of his arm. The upside-down card stared back at him with a glint in its eye. His empire would rise again. His people would come to love him. It was only a matter of time.
He snapped his fingers and they took the prophet away. No cards would tell him his rule would not bring glory back to this kingdom. His father had built all this up for him. He would not disappoint.
The man who led the people. Picked to rule the land, held responsible for each and every soul in the area. So much power, yet held accountable for everything that happens. The representative of the people, and ruler of his people. The leader, and decision maker.
Sanada was the emperor. That was a fact. But it wasn’t until the emperor went head to head with the prince that he learned a few things. 1) that you can’t always win. 2) that some things are worth losing for.
He sat next to his queen. I lifeless expersion on his face. She was his and that was enough for now. Jack stood and crossed the room to close the chamber door. She peered at him with fear in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten herself into this situation. But she knew there was no way out now. Loneliness over took her heart and she took her chair. Jack watched her entently. Everything was going exactly to plan. He almost wanted to laugh. Almost. He took his seat across from her. Neither spoke, simply because there were no more words to be spoken.
The emperor sat perched on his throne like nothing could go wrong. His left hand, with bulbous and flabby fingers, gripped a golden metal spire that poked the polished floor.
Sanada was the emperor. That was a fact. But it wasn’t until the emperor went head to head with the prince that he learned a few things. 1) that you can’t always win. 2) that some things are worth losing for.
I stood there, scepter in hand. I stared at the people before me as they all dropped to their knees and bent their heads to the floor. My father’s death had changed everything. He perished, and I, his daughter, rose to take his place.
To command a whole group of people, the power one must feel. The pressure, the loneliness?
The emperor equals to a king. Your majesty, your highness. Is not only an emperor but also a leader that peopke looks up to. Somebody who is strong, intellectually, physically, emotionally.
An emperor leads, teaches people the way, guides them, has lots of ideas, smart enough to lead a whole army. Tough enough to carry himself. Is a good role model to anybody especially children. A peacemaker, who thinks of others first before himself.
She screams at him. The patterns are crooked in the curtains. Little emperor emblems at slotted angles. Diamonds all disconnected. Even in the curvature of the linen he sees it is uneven. She screams at him again and he looks back with hesitation.