Everyone congregates together under all the lights and sounds of bleeping carnival rides and games, vendors screaming for the attendants’ attention and performers dazzling them with body contortions, magic tricks, and the best singing voices they’ve ever heard.
Every year we used to go to a festival, of sorts, whether it be the fair or Mari GRAS or just a parking lot carnival it was always the same…smell of cotton candy, unruly kids running about crazy screaming and bumping into you, the sound of workers barking out “2 tickets to ride”. Typical 80s music blaring from the speakers of the tilt a whirl.
I went to the festival in my home town there I met the love of my life he was working at the cotton candy booth. The minute i laid my eyes on him i fell in love, we now have 3 beautiful kids and 2 grand babies.
Let’s celebrate something. Anything, we need a reason to smile, to have hope in something. A festival of sorts, a celebration simply to celebrate. We have no reason for it. Do we need one? Our spirits are low, and a festival may be just the thing to change that.
Festival, I’d like to go to the festival, I wish I could go to the festival —
Danny threw a shoe at the television. Scarlett turned around and glared at him.
“I was watching that,” she said.
He grunted and returned to his programming homework. “You’re too young and stupid for Sondheim. And you’re too young to be Cinderella – you should be Red Riding Hood.”
Sherlock was nearly satisfied with the day’s work. He knew that the group of vendors working the festival were involved in a criminal organization, and had spent the whole day observing them and their covert activities. John had come along for the novelty of the festival, not having been to one for twenty years or so. He had been frustrated to find, however, that Sherlock was insistent on sneaking around behind the booths rather than enjoying what they had to offer.
By the time the two ended up on the Ferris wheel, Sherlock peering down to gather the general traffic pattern of the incoming trucks, John had very well reached the end of his energy reserve. As the two reached the bottom again, Sherlock was reluctant to wake the sleeping doctor from his shoulder. He sighed and resigned himself to going around a few more times as the sun began to set and the stars peeped out over the tents.
rain mud and joyous behaviour . The cows laughed when they had their freedom again. It was just one mad weekend that left a rank smell and fetid feet. Home again for tea in their comfy homes to wash their feet and change into something dry.
A celebration was in the works. The Festival of Lights was always keenly anticipated by everyone in the village. It was the highlight of the year and a way to forget about the harsh realities of life, even for just a short time.
The smell of it filled the air even from where I stood a block away. Every direction I looked, people were meandering towards the center of the city. I could almost see their mouths watering hoping for a taste of fried food and public displays.
people gather for these fun events. there are usually games sometimes plays and they usually they are celebrating something. most of them celebrate something different.
this is a celebration that people have its like a carnival or a large party theres really nothing more to say that i an think of except that they seem fun and ive never been to one:P
Festivals are a moment of celebration. We gather with our friends and family and celebrate an occasion or happy event. No matter what we always gather every year on Christmas or Thanksgiving. Festivals are fun, Festivals are a part of life.
Festival is like a carnival, but with a less globalized feel. A festival can be for anything–crafts, the Renascence, whatever. Its a less glorified Carnival, a localized state of simplicity that I tend to ignore.
Oh yum. I am so excited for the festival stream that is on its way. Months of skin, sun, play, dancing, and love. I see epic nights and playful days. I see rolling around, and connection deepening with those that I love.
in the dark, the lights that burn a festival has begun. we scream we talk the rides the songs and in each others arms we belong. happy day happy day the joy will not burn me away.
Lights all around us and the smell of cotton candy dances through the warm air. My hand clasped gently in hers and we walk, idly through the people, the clowns, the carnies.
I strolled through the park uring the Winter Festival last weekend. People were having such a good time and I wondered how I could feel so alone in the middle of this raucous crowd. Was I invisible?
Festival. She ran through the crowd as fast as her legs could take her, breath panting, hair flying far behind. As she ran it became clear to her just how she was being swallowed, stolen by the noise, the sights, the sounds.
The festival of trees is where lots of different organisations around town make a tree symbolizing what they do. You can bid on a tree that you like and then, if you are the highest bidder, you can take the tree home for Christmas. Now, doesn’t that sound like fun?! You can also buy gingerbread houses or flowers. They have an assortment of yummy cookies too! :) Yum!!!
The festival was a beautiful one. Colorful streamers lined each room decoratively, and candles flickered back and forth on each table. People had drinks in one hand and cigarettes in the other, and a rather large cloud of smoke was choking those who didn’t partake in the pastime. People danced joyfully to the beating of drums that never ceased.
Wow! the festival was amazing. the lights and sounds and people and smells, it was a sensory overload experience. I’m really happy that i went, but will need a few days to adjust to common life.
In the heart of the festival, two boys were dancing together. They wore bright red paper hats crafted by one of the elderly villagers, and their shiny new brown loafers with bright silver buckles kicked up loose pebbles scattered on the cobblestone. The musicians and drummers sped up the song, and the boys did nothing but dance faster.
Sipping from a tankard, I watched the two children whirl arm in arm like a tornado in its wake.
I so recall the festivals surrounding May 1st, and the crowning of the statue of Mary. One of the 8th grade girls got to dress in white and carry the May crown and place it on the statue’s head. The statue was carried onto the baseball diamond, the hurricane fencing surrounding home plate filled with tissues in various colors, spelling out “Mary, Queen of Heaven.”
I liked the festival of lights, but it was way too cold this year. My first time there and I froze, and my kids got sick from the food we ate, and there went our Christmas. When I think of festivals, I think of games and carnival activities, and the fall, because it seems churches have fall festivals. I can’t bear the thought of food now though, so not interested in a festival.
he always looked foward to the FESTIVAL, an event of happiness and laughter. the one day of the year he could truly wind down and enjoy himself, and most of all he knew she would be there
festivals are great. they have the best atmosphere from anywhere ive been. i always love being able to go see any band i want through the duration of a day, go to sleep, wake up and repeat. i hope someday i’ll be on a festival bill and be able to play one. especially if all my friends are there, that would be amazing for me.
if you go to a festival, you usually have fun.some festivals celebrate certain holidays, but others celebrate birthdays and fun activities. festivals are very fun to me.
Everyone congregates together under all the lights and sounds of bleeping carnival rides and games, vendors screaming for the attendants’ attention and performers dazzling them with body contortions, magic tricks, and the best singing voices they’ve ever heard.
Every year we used to go to a festival, of sorts, whether it be the fair or Mari GRAS or just a parking lot carnival it was always the same…smell of cotton candy, unruly kids running about crazy screaming and bumping into you, the sound of workers barking out “2 tickets to ride”. Typical 80s music blaring from the speakers of the tilt a whirl.
I went to the festival in my home town there I met the love of my life he was working at the cotton candy booth. The minute i laid my eyes on him i fell in love, we now have 3 beautiful kids and 2 grand babies.
festival!
Colour, fun, life, laughter!
festival!
festivities, nativities, frivolities, a lot of please
festival!
:-)
Let’s celebrate something. Anything, we need a reason to smile, to have hope in something. A festival of sorts, a celebration simply to celebrate. We have no reason for it. Do we need one? Our spirits are low, and a festival may be just the thing to change that.
Festival, I’d like to go to the festival, I wish I could go to the festival —
Danny threw a shoe at the television. Scarlett turned around and glared at him.
“I was watching that,” she said.
He grunted and returned to his programming homework. “You’re too young and stupid for Sondheim. And you’re too young to be Cinderella – you should be Red Riding Hood.”
Fireworks Singing
voices Jumping
screaming Balloons
floating Bulls
running People
laughing Sun
shining Fireworks
Sherlock was nearly satisfied with the day’s work. He knew that the group of vendors working the festival were involved in a criminal organization, and had spent the whole day observing them and their covert activities. John had come along for the novelty of the festival, not having been to one for twenty years or so. He had been frustrated to find, however, that Sherlock was insistent on sneaking around behind the booths rather than enjoying what they had to offer.
By the time the two ended up on the Ferris wheel, Sherlock peering down to gather the general traffic pattern of the incoming trucks, John had very well reached the end of his energy reserve. As the two reached the bottom again, Sherlock was reluctant to wake the sleeping doctor from his shoulder. He sighed and resigned himself to going around a few more times as the sun began to set and the stars peeped out over the tents.
rain mud and joyous behaviour . The cows laughed when they had their freedom again. It was just one mad weekend that left a rank smell and fetid feet. Home again for tea in their comfy homes to wash their feet and change into something dry.
A celebration was in the works. The Festival of Lights was always keenly anticipated by everyone in the village. It was the highlight of the year and a way to forget about the harsh realities of life, even for just a short time.
♫ The King is holding a festival! I wish to go to the festival. And the ball!
I miss my kingdom up in the sky…
More than anything… ♫
I liked “Into the Woods.”
I enjoy “Once Upon a Time” too, though I didn’t like last week’s episode. Time will tell.
The smell of it filled the air even from where I stood a block away. Every direction I looked, people were meandering towards the center of the city. I could almost see their mouths watering hoping for a taste of fried food and public displays.
A festival is kinda like a party but bigger. It is “thrown” in a public place like at a park.
people gather for these fun events. there are usually games sometimes plays and they usually they are celebrating something. most of them celebrate something different.
their is a festival next week. the people gather of it so they can have fun. their is games and rides.
this is a celebration that people have its like a carnival or a large party theres really nothing more to say that i an think of except that they seem fun and ive never been to one:P
festivals are people gathering together to celebrate something important so they can make a big celebration about something
A festival is a celebration of well…., i don’t really know. A festival is mostly like a carnival but not really. And i like PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are many festivals in the world. Most of them celebrate different things.
Festivals are a moment of celebration. We gather with our friends and family and celebrate an occasion or happy event. No matter what we always gather every year on Christmas or Thanksgiving. Festivals are fun, Festivals are a part of life.
Festival is like a carnival, but with a less globalized feel. A festival can be for anything–crafts, the Renascence, whatever. Its a less glorified Carnival, a localized state of simplicity that I tend to ignore.
There are apples there.
Oh yum. I am so excited for the festival stream that is on its way. Months of skin, sun, play, dancing, and love. I see epic nights and playful days. I see rolling around, and connection deepening with those that I love.
in the dark, the lights that burn a festival has begun. we scream we talk the rides the songs and in each others arms we belong. happy day happy day the joy will not burn me away.
Lights all around us and the smell of cotton candy dances through the warm air. My hand clasped gently in hers and we walk, idly through the people, the clowns, the carnies.
I would lead the celebration
Bring the matchstick and paper
Watch the light spread like a canvas
across our backyard
the forgotten corner of our lives
I strolled through the park uring the Winter Festival last weekend. People were having such a good time and I wondered how I could feel so alone in the middle of this raucous crowd. Was I invisible?
Festival. She ran through the crowd as fast as her legs could take her, breath panting, hair flying far behind. As she ran it became clear to her just how she was being swallowed, stolen by the noise, the sights, the sounds.
Fiery fiends feast at the festival.
The festival of trees is where lots of different organisations around town make a tree symbolizing what they do. You can bid on a tree that you like and then, if you are the highest bidder, you can take the tree home for Christmas. Now, doesn’t that sound like fun?! You can also buy gingerbread houses or flowers. They have an assortment of yummy cookies too! :) Yum!!!
The festival was a beautiful one. Colorful streamers lined each room decoratively, and candles flickered back and forth on each table. People had drinks in one hand and cigarettes in the other, and a rather large cloud of smoke was choking those who didn’t partake in the pastime. People danced joyfully to the beating of drums that never ceased.
A festival is a celebration.
wellies, mud, sweaty condensation filled tents, thumping bass beats, muntered idiots, grimey grubby skin, no privacy, disgusting toilets, tat and overpriced food concessions….been there, done that, didn’t bother buying the tee-shirt.
Wow! the festival was amazing. the lights and sounds and people and smells, it was a sensory overload experience. I’m really happy that i went, but will need a few days to adjust to common life.
I don’t know what a festival is. I think it’s a celebration of something or an event people celebrate.
In the heart of the festival, two boys were dancing together. They wore bright red paper hats crafted by one of the elderly villagers, and their shiny new brown loafers with bright silver buckles kicked up loose pebbles scattered on the cobblestone. The musicians and drummers sped up the song, and the boys did nothing but dance faster.
Sipping from a tankard, I watched the two children whirl arm in arm like a tornado in its wake.
Festival
I so recall the festivals surrounding May 1st, and the crowning of the statue of Mary. One of the 8th grade girls got to dress in white and carry the May crown and place it on the statue’s head. The statue was carried onto the baseball diamond, the hurricane fencing surrounding home plate filled with tissues in various colors, spelling out “Mary, Queen of Heaven.”
I liked the festival of lights, but it was way too cold this year. My first time there and I froze, and my kids got sick from the food we ate, and there went our Christmas. When I think of festivals, I think of games and carnival activities, and the fall, because it seems churches have fall festivals. I can’t bear the thought of food now though, so not interested in a festival.
he always looked foward to the FESTIVAL, an event of happiness and laughter. the one day of the year he could truly wind down and enjoy himself, and most of all he knew she would be there
festivals are great. they have the best atmosphere from anywhere ive been. i always love being able to go see any band i want through the duration of a day, go to sleep, wake up and repeat. i hope someday i’ll be on a festival bill and be able to play one. especially if all my friends are there, that would be amazing for me.
if you go to a festival, you usually have fun.some festivals celebrate certain holidays, but others celebrate birthdays and fun activities. festivals are very fun to me.