some thing you learn about in school but never really think about until you’re somewhere beautiful. italy ireland england scottland europe. pretty places. not connecticut.
The graphics were amazing. It was a mountain terrain, ice covered outcroppings and stone temples. She sat on the bed and as watched as his hands flickered over the keys, clicking on screen. They didn’t speak.
Mountians built up around, no where to go back follow a sound. Terrain on scale and mass. Heavy and haunted by clouds and must. Fresh grass and fresh thoughts. Beauty to deaden your minds process.
The terrain was as rugged as you can imagine; he trudged up the mountain with short breaths and sweaty palms. He couldn’t take any longer of a journey, even if he tried his hardest.
“Have you seen this?” she asked. The map spread out in front of her showed the path we have mapped last night but she wasn’t pointing to that. In front of us the terrain looked wild and impassable. The path disappeared into the landscape, overtaken by vegetation and covered in land slides and gravel. “There must be another way around. This don’t look like it will get us there, at least not without a struggle.”
“It is the shortest way,” I said. “You are right, though. Who knows what else has been dismantled around the corner and there are some steep climbs coming up.”
We ride across the flat terrain, to the small, cozy place called home. Mother is cooking something sweet inside the kitchen, and you say, “Whoever gets home last is the field mouse for dinner!”
The people spread out across the forest look like ants. You laugh suddenly, struck by that thought. Like ants. But thats not right, because they’re not ants. God no, they are much, much worse. Barley, human. Things to be abolished, destroyed. It makes you smile, to be so high above panic. Ants or humans, the movement on the ground is frantic, all the living creatures rushing to escape the burning terrain. You sit back and watch. There is nothing like the stench of smoke, and screams of death in the morning. Especially when you’re the one causing them. Genicide. It sounds so evil when you’re not pushing the buttons. But when you are, when you’re the one throwing the flames across the forest, pushing the Gell from their home, making them flee to the arms of the waiting army- well. You push harder on the flamethrower, zipping across the sky in your plane. There is nothing like this. Nothing like this in the world.
some day in the sunlight
I swear this ground will glow
and if you dare to close your eyes
all the world will know
because anyone who sees the light
of this star-studded terrain
will never keep their gasps held back
when they glimpse the beauty slain
It was when the dunes filled up with snow that professor Leek knew there was a problem. But, honestly she didn’t know what the problem was. Miranda Leek, had been a model, a stripper, a thief. She had been hated, loved, once she had even been revered. Bt never, never had she been a professor, a doctor. Of course madmen had no use for doctors who know what there doing. And the court of Good King Game was the maddest Leek had ever known.
The terrain was rough and dry, and my feet hurt. The rocks tore up their soles, and the hot sand burned my feet. Soon they became as numb as my mind, and I trudged on. I did not know when I would get out of the infernal desert, or if I ever would.
The terrain was dirty, it’s grass covered in mud and with worms squirming around between my toes. I could barely lift my feet as I trudged through, but I needed to. The light was on the other side. I needed to make it. No matter what. The ground could be made of ice and I would be walking with as much fervor and purpose as I am at this moment. My survival for the next three days depends wholly on this moment right here, this march through the sludge.
terrain. a place where plants and trees grow depending on what kind it is. or another word for your territory, the place where you feel most comfortable powerful and in control. sounds like torrential. kind of.
He ran across the varied terrain, with the occasional stumble and the occasional fall. The snowflakes were falling heavier now, and the light was growing dimmer as he slowed to a crawl, groping around in the cold darkness for warmth and familiarity.
Nobody ever truly knows where life will take them. There are so many possibilities that it is is impossible for one to know. That is where the dreamer comes in. The dreamer creates whatever terrain he or she wants and will cross whatever terrain comes their way to get to their dreams. You may not know where life will take you but you can certainly learn how to get where you want to go.
let me search your planes for what lies beneath your rich soil
let me dig up wells and find your oasis to still my thirst for mapping out the terrain you are
i want to seek through the thickets that protected any sunlight from marring you
i want to scramble up the mountain ranges that divide your personality in taiga and desert
That which the runner or rider fear and conquer. The bumps on the road of life that keep it interesting or wonderful. Terrain is the ground that supports us in every endeavor. The terrain of daily life is what we overcome and own.
I grabbed thte horse’s mane and shifted my weight as quickly as I could. Nothign was left nothing remained or dangled, we ran through the shallow grasses and swept through bushes that could hide a small child. I felt insane. The first ten seconds lasted a life time in between irregular heartbeats.
like a mountain bike racing over the most rough of terrains out there. I’ve never rode a mountain bike before– only regular bikes; bikes reserved for cracked sidewalks and asphalt.
I was surrounded by the treturous terrain in which I was trapped. I have lived here for 4 months. I was a victim. a victim of kidnappings. of rape. of hurt.
I could feel something building up inside me, or something crawling and climbing along my internal organs. It snaked up my spine, then touched my tonsils and down my throat it fell, into the pit of my stomach, grappling then onto kidneys and swallowed eventually by my small intestine. I couldn’t stop staring at you that day.
green and shaped. like on the sims. where you can make the hills and dips. sometimes i stick ponds in them. or make spikey pits for them to fall in. then invariably flatten it again so i can actually build a house. i always forget when i begin.
Derrick grunted. Talking to Marisol was always difficult terrain to navigate. Usually, she was great. But if she was in a bad mood, she went from cheerful to offended before Derrick had time to realize he had said something that might be misconstrued. He liked her a lot, maybe too much, which certainly didn’t help matters.
“You don’t need to be in a bad mood. Cheer up, Pup. Things aren’t as bad as they seem,” she said cheerily. It was a classic comment for her to make if she was in a good mood. Well, at least he had that going for him.
The terrain was icy as I walked through the snow. Albeit, I was the one who wanted to go on this voyage to Antarctica to study the wildlife here and I knew it was going to be cold, but I wasn’t aware that it would be quite this many degrees below zero. A biting wind chilled my body as I hugged my parka closer. Sensing this, he put his arm around me and I instinctively snuggled into him. Suddenly, everything was worth it and a small smile played on the corner of my lips.
that is what we call our field. it is a terrain with lots of stuff going on. a vegetable garden, a jungle and lots of trees. that is probably because the french word terrain has a slightly different meaning. The word terrain has the word “terre” in it meaning earth.
It was unique, different; each game had its own identity, yes, but to look at the detail and the sense it made, all the candy trees and chocolate mud puddles… it was almost awe-inspiring. Unless, of course, you hated sweetness.
I stepped out onto the balcony feeling the cold tiles pinching my ugly feet. I realized that I haven’t been outside in days. I also realize I’m hungry. The air is brisk and the green endless terrain the stretches out before me looks like something I want to explore
starry sky, empty desert, just miles and miles to go. you see animals roaming, no people about. just you, staring for miles and miles. listen to the noises, hear the earth think. you are the only one
terrain was steep, steeper that she had ever known.
Through forests of moss dripping, bark mushrooms, strange bird noises,
softness in the light…the ground… the moist air swirling around her in a misty shroud…..
all her focus was on getting to the golden glow through the trees…they were waiting
some thing you learn about in school but never really think about until you’re somewhere beautiful. italy ireland england scottland europe. pretty places. not connecticut.
The graphics were amazing. It was a mountain terrain, ice covered outcroppings and stone temples. She sat on the bed and as watched as his hands flickered over the keys, clicking on screen. They didn’t speak.
Mountians built up around, no where to go back follow a sound. Terrain on scale and mass. Heavy and haunted by clouds and must. Fresh grass and fresh thoughts. Beauty to deaden your minds process.
The ground shook as the grass seemed almost frenzied. The terrain was at prey from a herd of elephants.
The terrain was as rugged as you can imagine; he trudged up the mountain with short breaths and sweaty palms. He couldn’t take any longer of a journey, even if he tried his hardest.
“Have you seen this?” she asked. The map spread out in front of her showed the path we have mapped last night but she wasn’t pointing to that. In front of us the terrain looked wild and impassable. The path disappeared into the landscape, overtaken by vegetation and covered in land slides and gravel. “There must be another way around. This don’t look like it will get us there, at least not without a struggle.”
“It is the shortest way,” I said. “You are right, though. Who knows what else has been dismantled around the corner and there are some steep climbs coming up.”
We ride across the flat terrain, to the small, cozy place called home. Mother is cooking something sweet inside the kitchen, and you say, “Whoever gets home last is the field mouse for dinner!”
The people spread out across the forest look like ants. You laugh suddenly, struck by that thought. Like ants. But thats not right, because they’re not ants. God no, they are much, much worse. Barley, human. Things to be abolished, destroyed. It makes you smile, to be so high above panic. Ants or humans, the movement on the ground is frantic, all the living creatures rushing to escape the burning terrain. You sit back and watch. There is nothing like the stench of smoke, and screams of death in the morning. Especially when you’re the one causing them. Genicide. It sounds so evil when you’re not pushing the buttons. But when you are, when you’re the one throwing the flames across the forest, pushing the Gell from their home, making them flee to the arms of the waiting army- well. You push harder on the flamethrower, zipping across the sky in your plane. There is nothing like this. Nothing like this in the world.
some day in the sunlight
I swear this ground will glow
and if you dare to close your eyes
all the world will know
because anyone who sees the light
of this star-studded terrain
will never keep their gasps held back
when they glimpse the beauty slain
It was when the dunes filled up with snow that professor Leek knew there was a problem. But, honestly she didn’t know what the problem was. Miranda Leek, had been a model, a stripper, a thief. She had been hated, loved, once she had even been revered. Bt never, never had she been a professor, a doctor. Of course madmen had no use for doctors who know what there doing. And the court of Good King Game was the maddest Leek had ever known.
The terrain was rough and dry, and my feet hurt. The rocks tore up their soles, and the hot sand burned my feet. Soon they became as numb as my mind, and I trudged on. I did not know when I would get out of the infernal desert, or if I ever would.
The terrain was dirty, it’s grass covered in mud and with worms squirming around between my toes. I could barely lift my feet as I trudged through, but I needed to. The light was on the other side. I needed to make it. No matter what. The ground could be made of ice and I would be walking with as much fervor and purpose as I am at this moment. My survival for the next three days depends wholly on this moment right here, this march through the sludge.
Jagged terrain. Rough terrain. Soft terrain. Mountainous terrain. The landscape of the world.
terrain. a place where plants and trees grow depending on what kind it is. or another word for your territory, the place where you feel most comfortable powerful and in control. sounds like torrential. kind of.
He ran across the varied terrain, with the occasional stumble and the occasional fall. The snowflakes were falling heavier now, and the light was growing dimmer as he slowed to a crawl, groping around in the cold darkness for warmth and familiarity.
Nobody ever truly knows where life will take them. There are so many possibilities that it is is impossible for one to know. That is where the dreamer comes in. The dreamer creates whatever terrain he or she wants and will cross whatever terrain comes their way to get to their dreams. You may not know where life will take you but you can certainly learn how to get where you want to go.
let me search your planes for what lies beneath your rich soil
let me dig up wells and find your oasis to still my thirst for mapping out the terrain you are
i want to seek through the thickets that protected any sunlight from marring you
i want to scramble up the mountain ranges that divide your personality in taiga and desert
The Mexican terrain loved to kill. It loved to take and swallow and worship. But mostly it just hurt, murdering for pleasure and wanting all.
Vast empty stretch of land before you. Wild, untamed. every step is a battle to conquer the unknown, pace by pace. Out into the unknown.
That which the runner or rider fear and conquer. The bumps on the road of life that keep it interesting or wonderful. Terrain is the ground that supports us in every endeavor. The terrain of daily life is what we overcome and own.
just one wors, one word… what to say about terrain… what… it makes me think about village, countryside and well, beautifull rivers, and about meadow…
below, lay a rough terrain,
not a mellow sea
but a lonely death, ready at will
to drown the least suspecting being
please come to help
it is too deep
I grabbed thte horse’s mane and shifted my weight as quickly as I could. Nothign was left nothing remained or dangled, we ran through the shallow grasses and swept through bushes that could hide a small child. I felt insane. The first ten seconds lasted a life time in between irregular heartbeats.
superficie. area cuadrada. espacio en el que pasan cosas. terreno de conspiración. !
I tried to conquer your terrain
until I fell in a way that molded
my body to the curves of your land.
You would think we live in the mountains with
Rugged terrain the way folks bop around the burbs in SUVs.
why is this necessary.
like a mountain bike racing over the most rough of terrains out there. I’ve never rode a mountain bike before– only regular bikes; bikes reserved for cracked sidewalks and asphalt.
The terrain is rough. But manageable.
ok
I was surrounded by the treturous terrain in which I was trapped. I have lived here for 4 months. I was a victim. a victim of kidnappings. of rape. of hurt.
ground, air, home, green, monson, children, tired, happy, full, fat, explode, sleep, calm, storm, it all makes sense, nothing makes sense, ecology honors, embarrassment, fear, next, end, mistake, train, jack, feed me jack, noreen, phone, trees, all, none
I could feel something building up inside me, or something crawling and climbing along my internal organs. It snaked up my spine, then touched my tonsils and down my throat it fell, into the pit of my stomach, grappling then onto kidneys and swallowed eventually by my small intestine. I couldn’t stop staring at you that day.
green and shaped. like on the sims. where you can make the hills and dips. sometimes i stick ponds in them. or make spikey pits for them to fall in. then invariably flatten it again so i can actually build a house. i always forget when i begin.
Derrick grunted. Talking to Marisol was always difficult terrain to navigate. Usually, she was great. But if she was in a bad mood, she went from cheerful to offended before Derrick had time to realize he had said something that might be misconstrued. He liked her a lot, maybe too much, which certainly didn’t help matters.
“You don’t need to be in a bad mood. Cheer up, Pup. Things aren’t as bad as they seem,” she said cheerily. It was a classic comment for her to make if she was in a good mood. Well, at least he had that going for him.
The terrain was icy as I walked through the snow. Albeit, I was the one who wanted to go on this voyage to Antarctica to study the wildlife here and I knew it was going to be cold, but I wasn’t aware that it would be quite this many degrees below zero. A biting wind chilled my body as I hugged my parka closer. Sensing this, he put his arm around me and I instinctively snuggled into him. Suddenly, everything was worth it and a small smile played on the corner of my lips.
that is what we call our field. it is a terrain with lots of stuff going on. a vegetable garden, a jungle and lots of trees. that is probably because the french word terrain has a slightly different meaning. The word terrain has the word “terre” in it meaning earth.
It was unique, different; each game had its own identity, yes, but to look at the detail and the sense it made, all the candy trees and chocolate mud puddles… it was almost awe-inspiring. Unless, of course, you hated sweetness.
I stepped out onto the balcony feeling the cold tiles pinching my ugly feet. I realized that I haven’t been outside in days. I also realize I’m hungry. The air is brisk and the green endless terrain the stretches out before me looks like something I want to explore
starry sky, empty desert, just miles and miles to go. you see animals roaming, no people about. just you, staring for miles and miles. listen to the noises, hear the earth think. you are the only one
terrain was steep, steeper that she had ever known.
Through forests of moss dripping, bark mushrooms, strange bird noises,
softness in the light…the ground… the moist air swirling around her in a misty shroud…..
all her focus was on getting to the golden glow through the trees…they were waiting