there was a great vast lake, mist swirling upon it while light danced and swirled with it, creating a sensation of floating above the ground, even though i felt my feet solidly upon it.
my last name, a location, a watery vastness, deep and confusing. Where is this lake, one lake? or many? filled with life, a giver of life. a confusing place, a location, a name. My name.
on a summers day, the shore is filled with blistering bodies careless to the hazardous rays. a place for joy, a place for love the place you love to be.. the lake.
There was a lake by the lake which was quite terrific. This lake smelt of cannabis and was quite purple in appearance. Birds enjoyed playing in it. One day, there was a huge storm. The next day, the lake had vanished.
The cool water upon my shins as I stand on the sand bar in the middle of the vast expanse. The cool, crisp air brushing past me. I dive into the deep water and the rush of cold makes every hair on my body stand on end. Maybe it is still to cold to take a trip to the lake.
I remember when we used to go to the lake as a kid. I enjoyed it but every time I was by the water I spent all my time looking for secret things in the silt. Looking for sunken bodies, and castles.
I’m terribly unfond of lakes. They have this stagnant unpleasantness because the water never moves and it just seems to breed bugs and other unfavorable things. Plus, the bottom is pretty slimy and feels nasty between your toes. I prefer the ocean, where the water actually moves.
he walks down to the lake. he is devastated. he feels that the entire lake has seeped from his eyes and now, he is empty. empty. empty. empty. full of hate.
The lake was purple from the acid rain pouring down. The walls eroded against the dark sky and the sand trickled down to the shore. Rocks rolled from tear to tear, discouraged by the overwhelming presence.
And sometimes I feel like I just want to jump ,jump into a vast vast dark pooling lake and drown downa dn down and the water would fan out my hair and my dress and my skin would pearl and my eyelashes would look sad against my skin and it would be peaceful
And after a while from the surface no one would be able to tell , it would be smooth and serene and no one woul ever find me or know
The lake outside the house was a crystal clear blue. It was teeming with fish and wildlife relied on it. Everything changed the day that Wilford McMonta came to the lake. He, like the wildlife, realized how beautiful it was. He, unlike the wildlife, realized how profitable it was…this was the beginning of the end for the beautiful lake.
ummmmm what about a lake should you write about? umm, tell a story. a childhood story about a lake. ummmm, i met my best friend and my dog died. umm, the moral lesson is ummm, keep your friends close .
– my boyfriend .
I look out across the lake and I dream. I dream of a place where you could be, still alive and still happy. A place where there’s no pain or suffering; no crying and no damned machines incessantly beeping. I dream that we could be there together, forever, just holding each other and laughing and smiling.
She walked alongside the lake wondering how high the moon would have to rise before it stopped being yellow. It was a stranger and beautiful color. Had she thought to bring him she knew he would have taken a picture, but she also knew she would be upset with him again. After all, their whole fight had been about his camera.
On the lake i saw a beautiful thing. I saw your reflection behind me and that was enough to make me happy today. the glimmer, the glow. your blue eyes sparkling int he radiance of the water and the sun. the lake is where i fell in love with you.
There was a lake by every place that I lived until I was in my thirties. While I am happy where I am now, a piece of my life is missing. That piece belongs to the lake.
trees. trees over the awning of the porch – changing with the seasons – green to yellow to orange to bare brown. cold water, cool water, warm water – fear of sea monsters – lake monsters, I guess. water. water. exhaustion and chocolate and smores and fires. wood under my feet.
It’s hot today. I don’t mind because it’s been a cold and generally unkind winter– nasty, brutish, and long. Anyway, a lake seems like a good place to be. I would tie back my hair and strip off my clothes and sink my elbows into the bottom, feeling all the fishies nibbling at my skin.
it was a clear blue day, like the denim he was wearing when he left our house forever. I went down to the dock and looked at the canoe, upside down and red. We never painted it because he didn’t want to. And he was gone. August at the cottage was never the same again.
i don’t see a word instead i see a growing green line which is making me feel rather insecure. this whole time i’m wondering where is the word? but i dunno it’s just not there. the green line kinda makes me think of snake so i’m waiting to see it randomly move in a different direction. ooh it changed colors!
The lake was unusually cold for this time of the year, but Mike didn’t mind. He stripped off his clothes (skinny dipping was a secret hobby of his), and dove into the icy waters. He broke the surface with a gasp for air.
I watched her jump and she laughed and laughed and laughed… I wish that I could have kissed her but when she gulped in a breathe of water in between coughing and laughing I stood still. I don’t know why I didn’t save her. I don’t know why I froze like a deer in headlights.
The lake was a dark sort of greenish brown color…and I was not looking forward to going in it. “Mom?” I whined, “Can’t I just sit out here with you?”
“No, honey,” she admonished, “We came all the way up here to go in the lake! It’ll be fine, look, Dad and Delaney are having fun!”
My sister and father were splashing away in the earth-colored water, but I still didn’t want to go near the edge of the lake.
this reminds me of “the lakehous” which i saw when it came out in theaters…i saw it with my bofriend at that time and a bunch of other people and it was kinda awkward…it was an interesting concept for a movie but it wasn’t a very good movie overall. also it makes me think of yosemite…are there lakes in yosemite anyways?
The lake was crystal blue and shimmered like diamonds. As the boat made its way across the surface, mist sprayed across my face. That was a beautiful day with my old friend.
well one day I was swimming in a lake and I saw a ginormous fish. Before I was given the chance to get a real good look at the thing, I soon regained my acknowledgement of my horribel fear of fish, and other nasty predators that could potentially bite my feet off, or even worst, my pinky toe.
I remember when I caught my first fish, it was at a private lake in California and I felt so proud. I don’t remember exactly how big it was, just that it was big enough to eat.
I went to the lake and it was a beautiful day. All of a sudden, a women with angel like eyes came out of the water. She was looking for something. She was looking behind her. She was looking above her. She did not find what she
the cool blue waters and the cottage behind it lend an air of freedom and peace to the ever busy world. The fish swim idly by and grab the chunks of bread my cousins and I throw at them, never worrying about fish hooks for they are always let go again when we’ve had our fun.
Sitting by the lake, her pockets full of rocks, her cunt full of his cum, she thought, “What is this going to accomplish?” She didn’t have an answer. Except that the lake was cold and cool and clean. And she, wasn’t.
lake, serenity, beauty. All characteristics that one would experience here. A lake represents happiness and fun in my mind, a place to remember. Great place to take someone you love or your family for fun.
the water
of the cool, clear lake
was softly disturbed
only slight
small
ripples ran through
the surface,
barely even making
a difference
even though the
small pebble
thrown into it
will never be seen
again.
this rhymes with me, my name i mean. i like lakes, they are cold if you swim in them but that can be a good thing. like if you hiked all day to get to the lake it would be refreshing. that sounds nice. we should go hiking. and camp by the first lake we find. lets go! i have a few more seconds to type stuff. i can keep going apparently. this is fun.
there was a great vast lake, mist swirling upon it while light danced and swirled with it, creating a sensation of floating above the ground, even though i felt my feet solidly upon it.
my last name, a location, a watery vastness, deep and confusing. Where is this lake, one lake? or many? filled with life, a giver of life. a confusing place, a location, a name. My name.
on a summers day, the shore is filled with blistering bodies careless to the hazardous rays. a place for joy, a place for love the place you love to be.. the lake.
creek
There was a lake by the lake which was quite terrific. This lake smelt of cannabis and was quite purple in appearance. Birds enjoyed playing in it. One day, there was a huge storm. The next day, the lake had vanished.
The cool water upon my shins as I stand on the sand bar in the middle of the vast expanse. The cool, crisp air brushing past me. I dive into the deep water and the rush of cold makes every hair on my body stand on end. Maybe it is still to cold to take a trip to the lake.
I remember when we used to go to the lake as a kid. I enjoyed it but every time I was by the water I spent all my time looking for secret things in the silt. Looking for sunken bodies, and castles.
I’m terribly unfond of lakes. They have this stagnant unpleasantness because the water never moves and it just seems to breed bugs and other unfavorable things. Plus, the bottom is pretty slimy and feels nasty between your toes. I prefer the ocean, where the water actually moves.
he walks down to the lake. he is devastated. he feels that the entire lake has seeped from his eyes and now, he is empty. empty. empty. empty. full of hate.
The lake was purple from the acid rain pouring down. The walls eroded against the dark sky and the sand trickled down to the shore. Rocks rolled from tear to tear, discouraged by the overwhelming presence.
And sometimes I feel like I just want to jump ,jump into a vast vast dark pooling lake and drown downa dn down and the water would fan out my hair and my dress and my skin would pearl and my eyelashes would look sad against my skin and it would be peaceful
And after a while from the surface no one would be able to tell , it would be smooth and serene and no one woul ever find me or know
The lake outside the house was a crystal clear blue. It was teeming with fish and wildlife relied on it. Everything changed the day that Wilford McMonta came to the lake. He, like the wildlife, realized how beautiful it was. He, unlike the wildlife, realized how profitable it was…this was the beginning of the end for the beautiful lake.
ummmmm what about a lake should you write about? umm, tell a story. a childhood story about a lake. ummmm, i met my best friend and my dog died. umm, the moral lesson is ummm, keep your friends close .
– my boyfriend .
I look out across the lake and I dream. I dream of a place where you could be, still alive and still happy. A place where there’s no pain or suffering; no crying and no damned machines incessantly beeping. I dream that we could be there together, forever, just holding each other and laughing and smiling.
She walked alongside the lake wondering how high the moon would have to rise before it stopped being yellow. It was a stranger and beautiful color. Had she thought to bring him she knew he would have taken a picture, but she also knew she would be upset with him again. After all, their whole fight had been about his camera.
On the lake i saw a beautiful thing. I saw your reflection behind me and that was enough to make me happy today. the glimmer, the glow. your blue eyes sparkling int he radiance of the water and the sun. the lake is where i fell in love with you.
There was a lake by every place that I lived until I was in my thirties. While I am happy where I am now, a piece of my life is missing. That piece belongs to the lake.
trees. trees over the awning of the porch – changing with the seasons – green to yellow to orange to bare brown. cold water, cool water, warm water – fear of sea monsters – lake monsters, I guess. water. water. exhaustion and chocolate and smores and fires. wood under my feet.
It’s hot today. I don’t mind because it’s been a cold and generally unkind winter– nasty, brutish, and long. Anyway, a lake seems like a good place to be. I would tie back my hair and strip off my clothes and sink my elbows into the bottom, feeling all the fishies nibbling at my skin.
it was a clear blue day, like the denim he was wearing when he left our house forever. I went down to the dock and looked at the canoe, upside down and red. We never painted it because he didn’t want to. And he was gone. August at the cottage was never the same again.
i don’t see a word instead i see a growing green line which is making me feel rather insecure. this whole time i’m wondering where is the word? but i dunno it’s just not there. the green line kinda makes me think of snake so i’m waiting to see it randomly move in a different direction. ooh it changed colors!
The lake was unusually cold for this time of the year, but Mike didn’t mind. He stripped off his clothes (skinny dipping was a secret hobby of his), and dove into the icy waters. He broke the surface with a gasp for air.
The lake glistened brightly, keeping the dark secret of its depths.
i am by a lake about to swim and i for got my suit. so then i just sikkiny dip. and it is fun. but my friends thought i was crazy
I watched her jump and she laughed and laughed and laughed… I wish that I could have kissed her but when she gulped in a breathe of water in between coughing and laughing I stood still. I don’t know why I didn’t save her. I don’t know why I froze like a deer in headlights.
The lake was a dark sort of greenish brown color…and I was not looking forward to going in it. “Mom?” I whined, “Can’t I just sit out here with you?”
“No, honey,” she admonished, “We came all the way up here to go in the lake! It’ll be fine, look, Dad and Delaney are having fun!”
My sister and father were splashing away in the earth-colored water, but I still didn’t want to go near the edge of the lake.
this reminds me of “the lakehous” which i saw when it came out in theaters…i saw it with my bofriend at that time and a bunch of other people and it was kinda awkward…it was an interesting concept for a movie but it wasn’t a very good movie overall. also it makes me think of yosemite…are there lakes in yosemite anyways?
The lake was crystal blue and shimmered like diamonds. As the boat made its way across the surface, mist sprayed across my face. That was a beautiful day with my old friend.
well one day I was swimming in a lake and I saw a ginormous fish. Before I was given the chance to get a real good look at the thing, I soon regained my acknowledgement of my horribel fear of fish, and other nasty predators that could potentially bite my feet off, or even worst, my pinky toe.
The lake was outside her window. And when she would wake in the early morn she loved to see the mists rising from it.
There’s a lake in my front yard.Down there with the geese. I saw one that was hit by a car. A jogger almost ran over it.It was awful.
I remember when I caught my first fish, it was at a private lake in California and I felt so proud. I don’t remember exactly how big it was, just that it was big enough to eat.
I went to the lake and it was a beautiful day. All of a sudden, a women with angel like eyes came out of the water. She was looking for something. She was looking behind her. She was looking above her. She did not find what she
the cool blue waters and the cottage behind it lend an air of freedom and peace to the ever busy world. The fish swim idly by and grab the chunks of bread my cousins and I throw at them, never worrying about fish hooks for they are always let go again when we’ve had our fun.
Sitting by the lake, her pockets full of rocks, her cunt full of his cum, she thought, “What is this going to accomplish?” She didn’t have an answer. Except that the lake was cold and cool and clean. And she, wasn’t.
lake, serenity, beauty. All characteristics that one would experience here. A lake represents happiness and fun in my mind, a place to remember. Great place to take someone you love or your family for fun.
the water
of the cool, clear lake
was softly disturbed
only slight
small
ripples ran through
the surface,
barely even making
a difference
even though the
small pebble
thrown into it
will never be seen
again.
this rhymes with me, my name i mean. i like lakes, they are cold if you swim in them but that can be a good thing. like if you hiked all day to get to the lake it would be refreshing. that sounds nice. we should go hiking. and camp by the first lake we find. lets go! i have a few more seconds to type stuff. i can keep going apparently. this is fun.
pretty
Silver and filling with brimstone. I held your hand here and by the light of your baseball cap, we headed home.
Kiss kiss love love and miles of Minnesota road.