setting is being with your family when demons break through and you are murdered. it is where the demons came from, where you wait with your family to die, and when it happens
the setting describes the location in a story. it is the place where all the action occurs. or maybe not. the setting is also the place in the distance that isn’t mentioned
If you would be so kind as to remove me from this foundation I would be most grateful. It’s not that I mind being the cornerstone of your wonderful abode but this concrete is rather cold. And I have a jelly setting at home I’d quite like to eat.
setting. Where something takes place. Among trees or cars or clouds or buildings…setting is needed for a complete painting and a book! Without one, they are incomplete. then BOOM. no more need for a setting
The setting that afternoon was bleak and cold. A stark contrast to the girl standing against it, with her red hair and bright green eyes. She was full of life and excited to be graduating! It was odd that someone so merry would request to have her picture taken on such a gloomy day.
Setting pops up again and slips its way through the thoughts of all authors and writers. It is something that can be absolutely beautiful or completely repulsing, but it is usually a phonomenal place where one can be home
Ok I still don’t know what am I supposed to write about, but I do find myself in comfortable and nice sitting. I am missing my love. Can’t wait to see him on Monday!
The setting is where a story takes place. There technically is no definite setting in anything, but it is also counted as the general time period in which it is taking place. That can change too. So, setting is something that is futile and annoying,
Before you came, everything was in line, neatly arranged like a place setting. Not a single item out of order, until you showed up. Once you came into the picture, everything changed. You used them all, every last one. Left them in a state of destruction. From calm to chaos is a matter of minutes.
I think that the word setting is one of the most wonderful words in the world. it has a sense of ingenuity that no other word has. It reminds me of cabbage in a way because it has letters in it. There are no words to describe this word other than setting. that is why it is my favorite word ever.
The setting of a novel is often the most important part, it’s very easy to describe a setting and helps the reader become immersed. My setting currently is a messy desk with how to design apps books, cat hair brush, telephone, lemonaid and smartfood popcorn to my left and to my right my already-eaten food and my dead butterflies. c:
The old castle and the goat that would not die. He just hung on, to the side of the mountain, to the other side of a long wooly life. His name was Thor, but he felt like a Leo. He had no doubts about his place in life.
The setting of the sun was what I was trying to focus on, anything but what was inside the car. I looked down at my hands awkwardly. Oh god, how did I get here? “Sooo…” he says, leaning over a bit “Nice sunset, eh?’ “Umm, yeah, sure,” I say, moving away to lean against the window. I glance at my watch. He furrows his eyebrows and leans the other way. We sit in silence.
The place where the action occurred. Sometimes the place is more important than the event. Keep in mind where you are can influence how you act, so act accordingly.
The setting of my birthday today, was my school and the street. I went to school and everything went well, then I got home and left my phone on the bus.. I walked back to the school, blisters on my feet, torn up, to check my 8th period class if i left it there. It was not there. I went to the nurse for bandaids for my feet, the nurse, was not there. I had one good birthday..
Setting down the watch, she looked up at the clerk. “I’d like to buy this.”
The clerk picked up the watch and examined it closely. “I don’t suppose you know what this is, do you?”
“I know what it is,” she said, pulse quickening as she wondered if the clerk knew what it really was and would ask for the price it was worth—not the price it was marked.
the setting was winter,cold and bleak.She knew he would not return soon,but not when he would return was what worried her.She was alone out in the middle of the mountains now,alone and cold.
The setting of the story was cold and dreary throughout. The rain fell fast and hard, drenching the cast and creating the soundtrack. The skies were gray and the mood was downcast, yet that one man just couldn’t help smiling.
I was setting the table, in a setting of, well, my kitchen of course.
When it hit me, no really, something hit me.
It fell to the ground, it bounced away..
I still don’t know, what it was today..
“I am now ready for some football,” I announced, settling myself into my easy chair. The remote, however, was not in its usual place. “Um … has anyone seen the remote?”
Georgina, my 4-year-old, giggled, then burped softly.
I had a “thing” about crockery and cutlley being complete and in good order but I’m gradually relaxing and becoming attracted to the idea of a “mixed” setting. Colourful varieties of crockery and interesting cutlery combinations are they way to go!
When I think setting, I think setting things up. Setting the dinner table. Setting the scene. Setting myself up for success, or more recently, failure. It seems all my decisions have set me up for this one moment of realization that I’m nowhere close to where I wanted to set myself up to be.
The setting of the scene was a majestic one. The crowd had come to see the play in the Theater of the Round many times. The setting was dark and mysterious. No one could really tell what would happen in the play. It had few props and could hardly be called a set.
Believe in the setting. You may step into it and you may step out, but the setting will always be around you. You can stand still or you can take a journey through its cities and its forests and its deserts and it will always be there.
the setting is right, the scene is playing, the characters are in place, and she had no idea what her lines were. what was she supposed to do here, stuck between between a rock and a hot guy? socially awkward girls like her aren’t supposed to be in situations and plays and movements like this. he really was cute, she gasped in the back of her head, and he was nice and funny and wonderful–but his lines were wrong, she knew that, and her lines were lost in the depths of her mind.
setting is the place where a story is set, including geographic locations as well as the temperature and climate of those areas. Setting can also be used to describe placing things down on a surface, such as setting the table.
it’s when a place or time. the mood. how to serve something. setting a volleyball for example. umm setting a table. setting up for a party. setting anything.
This is a fine setting for a fit of despair Kafka once wrote. I think he was wrong. All things have a measure of good if you wait long enough to find it. That’s what he learned in the long run I suspect. Or he might have fallen in a well and never been heard from again.
laid to rest by smells of skin
knowing I will wake to
their brine and horizon cusping
stretched across dunes of linen
and the stem of nightshades like cherries
sweet and tart in the dimming rush
of kissing myself goodnight
a settling dust
a stillbourn king
the rise and fall and empty nest
of a virgingut, prostrate and flush with coolness
my navel just another shadow in the daybreak
striping the bed
like a Tuscan field, a scene for some linear peace.
setting on a binch in a park witha cigerete in my hand with smoke pouring out the windows of a passing car. My ride. setiing in the front seet. prostitute. Setting ona red bench with red carpet vinal. like someone was stabbed to death only diffrent
time place play its just a desription of where you are and what is looks like. it has a lot of sensory details and a strong desription of what it looks like. it makes you feel like your there and how much place really matters. SETTING is very important. yeah idk what else to write
setting is being with your family when demons break through and you are murdered. it is where the demons came from, where you wait with your family to die, and when it happens
the setting describes the location in a story. it is the place where all the action occurs. or maybe not. the setting is also the place in the distance that isn’t mentioned
where a story happens
place
time
space
art
visual
eyes
looking
really looking
seeing for the first time
the joys of life
reading
setting
A place where a character is born, raised, and it is also where a story takes place. It can be anywhere.
If you would be so kind as to remove me from this foundation I would be most grateful. It’s not that I mind being the cornerstone of your wonderful abode but this concrete is rather cold. And I have a jelly setting at home I’d quite like to eat.
I can still remember the difficulty I had learning my table setting.
setting. Where something takes place. Among trees or cars or clouds or buildings…setting is needed for a complete painting and a book! Without one, they are incomplete. then BOOM. no more need for a setting
The setting that afternoon was bleak and cold. A stark contrast to the girl standing against it, with her red hair and bright green eyes. She was full of life and excited to be graduating! It was odd that someone so merry would request to have her picture taken on such a gloomy day.
Setting pops up again and slips its way through the thoughts of all authors and writers. It is something that can be absolutely beautiful or completely repulsing, but it is usually a phonomenal place where one can be home
Ok I still don’t know what am I supposed to write about, but I do find myself in comfortable and nice sitting. I am missing my love. Can’t wait to see him on Monday!
The setting is where a story takes place. There technically is no definite setting in anything, but it is also counted as the general time period in which it is taking place. That can change too. So, setting is something that is futile and annoying,
Before you came, everything was in line, neatly arranged like a place setting. Not a single item out of order, until you showed up. Once you came into the picture, everything changed. You used them all, every last one. Left them in a state of destruction. From calm to chaos is a matter of minutes.
I think that the word setting is one of the most wonderful words in the world. it has a sense of ingenuity that no other word has. It reminds me of cabbage in a way because it has letters in it. There are no words to describe this word other than setting. that is why it is my favorite word ever.
The setting of a novel is often the most important part, it’s very easy to describe a setting and helps the reader become immersed. My setting currently is a messy desk with how to design apps books, cat hair brush, telephone, lemonaid and smartfood popcorn to my left and to my right my already-eaten food and my dead butterflies. c:
A time, a place, a way in which to exist. An environment. A colorful existence. A microcosm, a culture. A place where ideas and stories occur.
The old castle and the goat that would not die. He just hung on, to the side of the mountain, to the other side of a long wooly life. His name was Thor, but he felt like a Leo. He had no doubts about his place in life.
The setting of the sun was what I was trying to focus on, anything but what was inside the car. I looked down at my hands awkwardly. Oh god, how did I get here? “Sooo…” he says, leaning over a bit “Nice sunset, eh?’ “Umm, yeah, sure,” I say, moving away to lean against the window. I glance at my watch. He furrows his eyebrows and leans the other way. We sit in silence.
The place where the action occurred. Sometimes the place is more important than the event. Keep in mind where you are can influence how you act, so act accordingly.
wake up in the woods. no one’s around. grounds wet. it’s dark. it smells like rain. it smells like blood and a little bit of gun powder but no gun
The setting of my birthday today, was my school and the street. I went to school and everything went well, then I got home and left my phone on the bus.. I walked back to the school, blisters on my feet, torn up, to check my 8th period class if i left it there. It was not there. I went to the nurse for bandaids for my feet, the nurse, was not there. I had one good birthday..
Setting down the watch, she looked up at the clerk. “I’d like to buy this.”
The clerk picked up the watch and examined it closely. “I don’t suppose you know what this is, do you?”
“I know what it is,” she said, pulse quickening as she wondered if the clerk knew what it really was and would ask for the price it was worth—not the price it was marked.
the setting was winter,cold and bleak.She knew he would not return soon,but not when he would return was what worried her.She was alone out in the middle of the mountains now,alone and cold.
This setting is so perfect in every way. How could you know?
The other night I was setting the table. I didn’t look right. But that’s okay. It didn’t hurt the meal.
The setting of the story was cold and dreary throughout. The rain fell fast and hard, drenching the cast and creating the soundtrack. The skies were gray and the mood was downcast, yet that one man just couldn’t help smiling.
I was setting the table, in a setting of, well, my kitchen of course.
When it hit me, no really, something hit me.
It fell to the ground, it bounced away..
I still don’t know, what it was today..
“I am now ready for some football,” I announced, settling myself into my easy chair. The remote, however, was not in its usual place. “Um … has anyone seen the remote?”
Georgina, my 4-year-old, giggled, then burped softly.
I had a “thing” about crockery and cutlley being complete and in good order but I’m gradually relaxing and becoming attracted to the idea of a “mixed” setting. Colourful varieties of crockery and interesting cutlery combinations are they way to go!
where something is set like the time and place the setting of my life hell
When I think setting, I think setting things up. Setting the dinner table. Setting the scene. Setting myself up for success, or more recently, failure. It seems all my decisions have set me up for this one moment of realization that I’m nowhere close to where I wanted to set myself up to be.
The setting of the scene was a majestic one. The crowd had come to see the play in the Theater of the Round many times. The setting was dark and mysterious. No one could really tell what would happen in the play. It had few props and could hardly be called a set.
Believe in the setting. You may step into it and you may step out, but the setting will always be around you. You can stand still or you can take a journey through its cities and its forests and its deserts and it will always be there.
i think setting is the place somethinggg is at i have no ideaa grrrr soo… usually in book the first paragraph or few sentences is the ‘setting’
the setting is right, the scene is playing, the characters are in place, and she had no idea what her lines were. what was she supposed to do here, stuck between between a rock and a hot guy? socially awkward girls like her aren’t supposed to be in situations and plays and movements like this. he really was cute, she gasped in the back of her head, and he was nice and funny and wonderful–but his lines were wrong, she knew that, and her lines were lost in the depths of her mind.
setting is the place where a story is set, including geographic locations as well as the temperature and climate of those areas. Setting can also be used to describe placing things down on a surface, such as setting the table.
it’s when a place or time. the mood. how to serve something. setting a volleyball for example. umm setting a table. setting up for a party. setting anything.
Moon lit city street, a wonderful evening where you finally realize you love him back. The smell of oldspice and pine.
This is a fine setting for a fit of despair Kafka once wrote. I think he was wrong. All things have a measure of good if you wait long enough to find it. That’s what he learned in the long run I suspect. Or he might have fallen in a well and never been heard from again.
laid to rest by smells of skin
knowing I will wake to
their brine and horizon cusping
stretched across dunes of linen
and the stem of nightshades like cherries
sweet and tart in the dimming rush
of kissing myself goodnight
a settling dust
a stillbourn king
the rise and fall and empty nest
of a virgingut, prostrate and flush with coolness
my navel just another shadow in the daybreak
striping the bed
like a Tuscan field, a scene for some linear peace.
setting on a binch in a park witha cigerete in my hand with smoke pouring out the windows of a passing car. My ride. setiing in the front seet. prostitute. Setting ona red bench with red carpet vinal. like someone was stabbed to death only diffrent
time place play its just a desription of where you are and what is looks like. it has a lot of sensory details and a strong desription of what it looks like. it makes you feel like your there and how much place really matters. SETTING is very important. yeah idk what else to write