festival s are fun i love to go to the day of the dead festival in portland, or is it something else im not sure. but i went there last year and it was fun.
Their cloaks were midnight black as they billowed through the chilly air. Their eyes burned red with an insatiable hunger. No one could see their faces from within their hoods and they each carried a skinning knife. The night was young and they were on their way to a festival.
The festival is here. Let the fun begin. No wait. we can’t have the festival here. It is against the law. The people in the area want nothing to do with fun.
I don’t like festivals. They are all super-happy and stuff. And they almost always have some weird theme. And everyone is like worshiping this totally weird theme and dressing up and stuff.
The festival was always the event of the year. People from all four surrounding counties cleaned up, loaded up and rushed to be the first recipients of the “free stuff” the festival owners were known for distributing. Too bad that this year, the “free giveaway” was an enema for the first 200 festival goers!
Lights and paper lanterns dot the skies,
Honey and roast-pig scents waft in and out.
Children’s hands rattle noisemakers and tinfoil balloons
Throughout candy wrapper-lined sticky streets.
Life is hardly a festival these days. There is little to celebrate, and no reason to wear party clothes or eat special foods. Why do we put our Winter holidays at the beginning, when we really need them in late January and early February as the cold and darkness surround us? True Winter starts at the Solstice, and though the days are indeed getting longer, the oppression of the season is just settling in now.
I ran throw the crowds, searching for him. He was here somewhere. I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face. There he was. I stopped. Stood still. It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.
The Festival of Ghosts. It was a tradition in her sleepy little hometown that she never really believed in. People would leave offerings of flowers and sweets to “appease the restless dead”. Of course she’d never left any out.
She never knew how much the dead appreciated these gifts until her own passing. Those sweets were the only things they were allowed to eat.
The time festival is a week long festival where people celibrate time machines, time reversing machines, and other time contraptions. While the festival is only a week long it actually uses a machine to slow time down so it will feel like a month long festival. The human body functions unaffected by the time contraptions allowing one to stay awake for what seems to be extremely long amounts of time.
The festival was of bright colors. Color everywhere, reds and oranges and yellows flashed in the sky. Hanging from wires strung between buildings were flags made from any scrap of fabric that could be dyed. Color everywhere, a celebration.
The festival was noisy and chaotic, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted by the lights and sounds of the Midway. I was here for one reason and one reason only; to find her. My eyes scanned the crowd. And there she was, standing by the ring toss game. I ducked behind cover before she had a chance to see me. Now that I found her, I had to find out who she was with. I had to find out who had stolen her from me. Just then the crowd parted just enough to see who it was. It wasn’t at all what I had expected. There, standing beside my sixteen-year-old daughter was my ex-wife, her mother. I turned and left before they saw me spying on them.
They were dancing there in front of us. Two years! We were in the same spot and they were in the same spot, yet we never spoke. It was on the third year that we didn’t see them and so I went on reconnaissance. I found the one but not the other. Love was over, apparently, yet the Flaming Lips still played.
We met all the bears at the festival, and they were carrying little flags like the paper flags you’d stick in a sandwich, pastel blue, pink, yellow. One of the bears had a little portable microphone and speaker that he carried over his shoulder with a leather strap, and he was wearing a party had and saying “Truth be told, truth be told” over and over again as he walked.
I went to the music festival to see my favorite band. I had an amazing time because the campus was smoke and alcohol free. They put on a spectacular show and I had a great time with my friends. I dances so hard that I was sore for days.
They say something like a festival is a great way to meet people. They’re probably right, if you’ve got the right tools. The best, of course, is the simple ability to walk up to an interesting person and talk to them. Sounds simple. Sounds easy. but it never is, and most of us would completely agree. And it’s a shame, think of the people you’re missing out on meeting because of the simple fear of saying the first word.
Angie ducked underneath the Kamono Dragon at the festival. She searched the croud for her parents with no luck. she did see a tall building that looked like you would be able to see the whole peninsela from,”maybey I’ll look from there” she thought.
Isa and the boys were ready to go. Isa, dressed in her boy’s clothing, sword in hand, mounted her horse and called out to the others, “Come on! Let’s go already! I want to get there before the festival is over!”
I remember reading the book “The Gospel According to Larry” a couple months ago and about how there was a whole festival that was commited to getting rid of comercial merchandise or something of the sort
I can’t wait to go to the 14th International Thessaloniki Documentary Festival that is going to take place at the port. I love watching documentaries from all over the world.
fun, rides, fairs, rides, food, drinks, friends, an experience to look forward to. I have never been to a festival, but I would really like to eventually. It seems like a good experience that I would like to encounter eventually.
A festival is a gathering or celebration that takes place all over the world. The reasons for a festival are many- it can be religious, celebratory, whatever people have in common. It’s important to preserving culture and at the root of showing the connections between different people.
parties life awesomeness i want to go to festivals allt he time and watch jesters
i wonder what jesters life is like
do you think id be good at it?
i hate juggling so no
i like guitar and lifting and psychology
it’d be awesome if i had a job that did all of those
waht do i want to do?
i ahve no freakin clue
but its all good
so yeah festivals
theyre fun and have pretty lights
i want more lights on my house for christmas
i want my house to be a freaking WONDERLAND YEAR ROUND
I think of parties, bright colors and dancing. I think of joyous laughter and happy people. I smile at the thought. So much happiness in one place where the world can’t touch you.
The carnival is littered with lights and people and children who shake with excitement. The children feast on cotton candy and yell and scream with anxiety in line for the ferris wheel and such. This festival is the apple of the human eye, it is loved by anyone with a righteous mindset.
In sixth grade our class went to the Renaissance festival. It was a very cool experience. I remember braking a braces bracket on the delicious cinnamon almonds!
festivals are fun like the Rose festival witch happens every summer or school festivals. There are even pie festivals.
festival s are fun i love to go to the day of the dead festival in portland, or is it something else im not sure. but i went there last year and it was fun.
Their cloaks were midnight black as they billowed through the chilly air. Their eyes burned red with an insatiable hunger. No one could see their faces from within their hoods and they each carried a skinning knife. The night was young and they were on their way to a festival.
The festival is here. Let the fun begin. No wait. we can’t have the festival here. It is against the law. The people in the area want nothing to do with fun.
I don’t like festivals. They are all super-happy and stuff. And they almost always have some weird theme. And everyone is like worshiping this totally weird theme and dressing up and stuff.
The festival was always the event of the year. People from all four surrounding counties cleaned up, loaded up and rushed to be the first recipients of the “free stuff” the festival owners were known for distributing. Too bad that this year, the “free giveaway” was an enema for the first 200 festival goers!
Lights and paper lanterns dot the skies,
Honey and roast-pig scents waft in and out.
Children’s hands rattle noisemakers and tinfoil balloons
Throughout candy wrapper-lined sticky streets.
Life is hardly a festival these days. There is little to celebrate, and no reason to wear party clothes or eat special foods. Why do we put our Winter holidays at the beginning, when we really need them in late January and early February as the cold and darkness surround us? True Winter starts at the Solstice, and though the days are indeed getting longer, the oppression of the season is just settling in now.
I ran throw the crowds, searching for him. He was here somewhere. I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face. There he was. I stopped. Stood still. It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.
The Festival of Ghosts. It was a tradition in her sleepy little hometown that she never really believed in. People would leave offerings of flowers and sweets to “appease the restless dead”. Of course she’d never left any out.
She never knew how much the dead appreciated these gifts until her own passing. Those sweets were the only things they were allowed to eat.
The time festival is a week long festival where people celibrate time machines, time reversing machines, and other time contraptions. While the festival is only a week long it actually uses a machine to slow time down so it will feel like a month long festival. The human body functions unaffected by the time contraptions allowing one to stay awake for what seems to be extremely long amounts of time.
The festival was of bright colors. Color everywhere, reds and oranges and yellows flashed in the sky. Hanging from wires strung between buildings were flags made from any scrap of fabric that could be dyed. Color everywhere, a celebration.
The festival was noisy and chaotic, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted by the lights and sounds of the Midway. I was here for one reason and one reason only; to find her. My eyes scanned the crowd. And there she was, standing by the ring toss game. I ducked behind cover before she had a chance to see me. Now that I found her, I had to find out who she was with. I had to find out who had stolen her from me. Just then the crowd parted just enough to see who it was. It wasn’t at all what I had expected. There, standing beside my sixteen-year-old daughter was my ex-wife, her mother. I turned and left before they saw me spying on them.
They were dancing there in front of us. Two years! We were in the same spot and they were in the same spot, yet we never spoke. It was on the third year that we didn’t see them and so I went on reconnaissance. I found the one but not the other. Love was over, apparently, yet the Flaming Lips still played.
We met all the bears at the festival, and they were carrying little flags like the paper flags you’d stick in a sandwich, pastel blue, pink, yellow. One of the bears had a little portable microphone and speaker that he carried over his shoulder with a leather strap, and he was wearing a party had and saying “Truth be told, truth be told” over and over again as he walked.
I went to the music festival to see my favorite band. I had an amazing time because the campus was smoke and alcohol free. They put on a spectacular show and I had a great time with my friends. I dances so hard that I was sore for days.
They say something like a festival is a great way to meet people. They’re probably right, if you’ve got the right tools. The best, of course, is the simple ability to walk up to an interesting person and talk to them. Sounds simple. Sounds easy. but it never is, and most of us would completely agree. And it’s a shame, think of the people you’re missing out on meeting because of the simple fear of saying the first word.
Angie ducked underneath the Kamono Dragon at the festival. She searched the croud for her parents with no luck. she did see a tall building that looked like you would be able to see the whole peninsela from,”maybey I’ll look from there” she thought.
Isa and the boys were ready to go. Isa, dressed in her boy’s clothing, sword in hand, mounted her horse and called out to the others, “Come on! Let’s go already! I want to get there before the festival is over!”
A festival is a time to celebrate something. Like @ the corn festival in taylor there is a lot of corn and a dinner and things like that,
A festival is kinda like a carnival. There are games and you can win prizes.
I remember reading the book “The Gospel According to Larry” a couple months ago and about how there was a whole festival that was commited to getting rid of comercial merchandise or something of the sort
party time!!!! A festival is something that is like a paarty,that rarly happens.
there is a big festival on saturday at the park at 8:45. it is gonna be really fun
the festival was near the park down the street. festivals can be about anything.
party carnival lights colors people etc.
I can’t wait to go to the 14th International Thessaloniki Documentary Festival that is going to take place at the port. I love watching documentaries from all over the world.
fun, rides, fairs, rides, food, drinks, friends, an experience to look forward to. I have never been to a festival, but I would really like to eventually. It seems like a good experience that I would like to encounter eventually.
A festival is a gathering or celebration that takes place all over the world. The reasons for a festival are many- it can be religious, celebratory, whatever people have in common. It’s important to preserving culture and at the root of showing the connections between different people.
parties life awesomeness i want to go to festivals allt he time and watch jesters
i wonder what jesters life is like
do you think id be good at it?
i hate juggling so no
i like guitar and lifting and psychology
it’d be awesome if i had a job that did all of those
waht do i want to do?
i ahve no freakin clue
but its all good
so yeah festivals
theyre fun and have pretty lights
i want more lights on my house for christmas
i want my house to be a freaking WONDERLAND YEAR ROUND
i will make new holidays to do it too
Festival = party balloons yellow balloons smiles people jumping around yelling dancing costumes goofy bean dip cupcakes :)
happy people
I think of parties, bright colors and dancing. I think of joyous laughter and happy people. I smile at the thought. So much happiness in one place where the world can’t touch you.
fun, happy, glee, people, food, dancing, music, crowded, celebration, rides
Party, people, pinata, parade, young children
A group of people at a street fair getting their faces painted and having fun.
food
weird people
attractions
renaissance
elephants
crowded
warm
The carnival is littered with lights and people and children who shake with excitement. The children feast on cotton candy and yell and scream with anxiety in line for the ferris wheel and such. This festival is the apple of the human eye, it is loved by anyone with a righteous mindset.
Happy. Joyous. Carnival. Elephant. Music. Food. Cotton Candy
Party
Food
Family
Friends
Love
Cakes
Ice cream
Pinata
Dancing
laughter
Humor
Stories
Salsa
Brittany
Themes
cupcakes
Music
In sixth grade our class went to the Renaissance festival. It was a very cool experience. I remember braking a braces bracket on the delicious cinnamon almonds!
parties, good times, happy stuff, people meeting people, social interactions good and bad, friends, satisfied, hilarious, good and bad decisions.