crescent

February 27th, 2012 | 201 Entries

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  1. The moon is mostly dark, a small sliver of light barely peeking it’s way out, casting strange shadows on the frosty world below. The snow falls quickly and the grass stalks are coated in crystals of frost. There is a still silence in the heavy air.

    By Jocelyn URL on 02.27.2012

  2. Tonight the moon is a croissant. I like to eat gluten-free crescents in the moonlight. I’ll toast it on the sun and spread it with cheese from the moon.

    By Theresa URL on 02.27.2012

  3. Moon, where I live,beautiful, donut, thin, scar, The Book of Negroes,

    By b on 02.27.2012

  4. The crescent moon sliced through the dark blanket of clouds like a sharp knife as it made its away across the sky.

    By David Seger URL on 02.27.2012

  5. The dog is curled in a crescent shape, arched around so that her nose is buried in the thick tangled mass of her tail. Her eyes droop, the whites showing languidly. Heaving a groan, the golden eyelashes flutter down on the leathery eyelids, and a puff of warm wet air stirs the dreads of her fur. Soon she will be alive again, her paws twitching and her nose wrinkling as she pursues what sleep flecks up from her simple, lively mind.

    By figworm on 02.27.2012

  6. crescent moon in the sky. It reminds of the fall and the air is crisp . lovely smells of earthiness and dirt mingle in the warm evening air. It make you feel warm inside and you e

    By dee on 02.27.2012

  7. The crescent moon began to disappear behind the mountain tops as I lay thoroughly relaxed in my boat with the fishing pole hanging over the edge of my little wooden craft. Dawn was fast approaching, and today would be an excellent day.

    By Caddie on 02.27.2012

  8. the moon
    a roll
    a sliver
    the whole
    it’s good
    it’s small
    the sliver
    that’s all

    By debi on 02.27.2012

  9. Crescent is the shape of the moon on a warm August night. Crescent is the shape of a scythe on a red flag.

    By csproule URL on 02.27.2012

  10. a single crescent shone above
    a single leaf from a single love
    but when the shadow finally breaks
    and daylight pours and dawn is raised
    a gaping sorrow, punctured in her lie
    spills stars from the air; the moon from the sky
    tumbling shining into a pond,
    her gleaming face lights the heavens beyond.

    By Skäila URL on 02.27.2012

  11. I have no idea what this means. I think it’s like a bread roll. I love them.. melted with butter and they smell oh so good. I hope I’m right. Maybe one of those moon types.. crescent moon? hmmm I wonder. I’m craving one of those breads..

    By Larissa on 02.27.2012

  12. The other night I saw the moon rising into the fridgid sky. It was a beautiful crescent moon. The stars were glowing around this beautiful sight. As it raised higher and higher into the sky it made my mind wonder, wondering what it would be like to be up there floating around that beautiful sight.

    By cwoolworth on 02.27.2012

  13. The crescent moon smiled down on them, just as millions of moons had before. This time it was because Astor had insisted on going camping, and then had further insisted on sleeping under the stars. While Tobias wasn’t at all looking forward to the mosquito bites that he’d acquire from tonight’s open air slumber, he just couldn’t stay mad at the harmless fool curled up on the grass beside him.

    By Julia A. URL on 02.27.2012

  14. Crescent rolls. My aunt makes them best. Try them. You will see! :)

    By Sarah Lee URL on 02.27.2012

  15. Do you have a crescent spanner Mum? You know its that long silver one with the two bits that close at the end when you twist the bit in the middle. Do you have one of those i need it to fix something. Where would i look? Are you sure you don’t have a crescent spanner?

    By judith URL on 02.27.2012

  16. The crescent moon simply reminds me of the night sky. On a clear night, the crescent moon and the stars make me painfully aware of how tiny earth is, how tiny I am. A summertime crescent moon takes me on balmy breezes to sleep. A winter crescent moon makes me wish Santa had more light.

    By J O'Neill on 02.27.2012

  17. Crescent

    The moon the other night. But it wasn’t just a crescent. It was a kind of lower crescent. Like a smile. Odd. I wondered if it looked like that a lot (vs a “side” crescent, that looks like a thin letter “C”.) and I never noticed, because I don’t see moons nearly as much as I’d like.

    By Noisy Quiet URL on 02.27.2012

  18. The ground beneath my feet was craggy and hard; my three year old flip flops were worn down enough for me to feel every rock I had stepped on on the way here. Why hadn’t I thought to bring sturdier shoes? Truthfully, I hadn’t thought of much of anything as I snuck out the back door of the tiny, one story house, my heart pounding hard in my ears, and crept away into welcoming black air, squinting to see by the pale streams of a waning crescent moon fighting to swim through the darkness. It had taken me almost an hour to walk this far, and i hadn’t looked back once. Now, if i did, only more simple blackness would meet my gaze. Far off to the left i could barely see the twinkling lights of the farris wheel, the one i sat atop of less than 24 hours ago. And to the right was the lake. That left two choices; forward or back. I shivered. Images of my father’s face, angry, dissapointed, reeled through my mind. I tugged my thin jacket tighter around myself. “This is what I want.” I whispered to myself, my voice cold and steely. I took another step.

    By Dulcie URL on 02.27.2012

  19. Crescent. Reminds me of the moon. The moon is sorta “my thing.” When my husband proposed to me, he did so on a full moon. We were married on a blue moon. Our wedding theme was “Once in a Blue Moon.” When we put the moon phases together of the days we were born, it makes a complete full moon. We were literally meant to be – written in the stars! All this sparked because of the word crescent! :) Phew – got this all in JUST in the knick of time. Good thing I can type fast!

    By hiyapapaya URL on 02.27.2012

  20. A crescent moon hung high above. The girl running, running through the field. The only light she had to guide her was the light of the sliver of moon that hang high above her. She didn’t care where she was going, as long as it was away from that house. That house would kill her one day if she didn’t get out, so she did.

    By Van Heart URL on 02.27.2012

  21. The moon or the street?
    I lived near the street in a house with many dreams.
    None of them came true.
    Then I looked to the moon, high in the sky, the moon he wrote poems about.
    Or was that me?
    Why do I constantly pine for the things and life I don’t lead.
    Ignoring the one I do.
    The house near Crescent and the moon with memories of poetry linger long in my mind…..

    By Jess on 02.27.2012

  22. A heavy crescent moon hung in the sky, low enough that I thought I could touch it. The grass is wet all around me and I’m not sure why she brought me here. To look at the moon I guess, or maybe to just be alone. The thought makes my stomach hurt. She sits with her back to me and we’re not talking and I don’t know what to do, so I just look at the moon.

    By Cassie URL on 02.27.2012

  23. the moon wrapped itself around the cloud. Its crescent glowed in the night sky. Below, the owls wings flapped languidly as it flew from one tree to another.

    By Karen on 02.27.2012

  24. The pain had considerably dulled by this point. Not much more than scattered scabs and a few dull, yellow bruises remained–far better than what it had been before. Once the swelling went down, she imagined that there would be little more than a crescent of shiny, tooth-marked scars patterned across her forearm.

    By WearyWater URL on 02.27.2012

  25. moon in the sky tastes like one of those amazing soft rolls, smothered in butter and dotted with honey, cresent, the last lick of ice cream on the end of the spoon, cresent, the hope that tomorrow will have more evening light that tonight

    By Kim Floyd on 02.27.2012

  26. the silver slit of moon shone in the sky. it madeanything it touched sparkle.

    By tsukiko on 02.27.2012

  27. Tsukiko looked up at the sky wher a sliver of the moon shone. It was shaped like a cresent. It shone brightly against the dark night sky, the stars couldn’t even compete with it’s brightness. It just demanded attention like a child would demand to get a new toy. Even though it was just a cresent it was more magnificent than any full moon.

    By tsukiko on 02.27.2012

  28. 1 pre-bough crosaint, 1 slice of american kraft cheese. 20 seconds in the microwave.
    Rosie saw it on a TV show, only with an open fire.
    “Mm, Mommy, they’re delicious!”
    Her smile lights up my day.

    By chrissi on 02.27.2012

  29. ‘What’s this?’ she said.
    His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
    Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
    She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off, peered down at the knife, and read – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
    ‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
    ‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
    ‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!!’ he said. ‘It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’

    By ghostwriter URL on 02.27.2012

  30. The crescent moon hangs over the night sky.

    To reach.

    To grab onto that sliver of light in the sky.

    To watch the world below.

    Slowly fading into the stars before starting anew.

    By Christopher URL on 02.27.2012

  31. mid night was long and complete stillness i was sitting looking at a crescent.

    By kamran on 02.27.2012

  32. A crescent moon reminds me of evening at the beach, with my friends, and my love. It makes me happy and giggly just thinking about it. I miss him so much, he is in palm springs till june. I love him so much. Oh right, crescent… Crescent moons are beautiful <3

    By M missing D on 02.27.2012

  33. The moon is pretty small but also has presence. The moon has dimples, and it positively glows in the dark. Just like your face.

    By jupiter URL on 02.27.2012

  34. Little did he know that the reflection wasn’t as it seemed, but little more than a pale reflection of a reminder. What he saw was just the passing of a day.

    By little mouse on 02.27.2012

  35. the cheshire cat’s grin hung in the sky, lingering long after I felt it fall from my face. teeth glinted in the moonlight, a brutal reminder of the tumultuous evening I had been having not long before, all set aside now.

    By an octopus URL on 02.27.2012

  36. The liquid touching the crescents under your eyes taste like the sea. I wish I could drink them bone dry until nothing is left except the pseudo beating of your heart.

    By Shineapple URL on 02.27.2012

  37. The crescent moon hung, bright in the night sky. A new moon. Full of new possibility. Someone once told me that I could make a wish or plant a positive affirmation to bring something new into my life on the new moon. I have, several times now. How wonderful to have something to dream about

    By deb URL on 02.27.2012

  38. The crescent moon transforms the night with it’s light. Shining slightly down and coloring the world faintly in silver highlights. It sits peeking beyond the clouds.

    By Vic on 02.27.2012

  39. ‘What’s this?’ she said.
    His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
    Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
    She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off and peered down at the knife – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
    ‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
    ‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
    ‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!! It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’

    By ghostwriter URL on 02.27.2012

  40. There was no magic in my tiara. Only the sad reminder of the life I’d given up. Charlie would never understand why this crown needed to be taken on by me. Why I couldn’t let my brother ruin a legacy of grandeur. His heart wasn’t strong enough to carry this country. We weren’t made of the same DNA.

    By Ruben URL on 02.27.2012