forward on the balls of your feet, being extra careful aware of the tiny thing as you pluck it from the carpet; turn it over and over and over in your hands. under the dim Olive Garden light it smiles very sweetly, deflecting the light off of itself just /so/ and into your kind-of-gaunt-but-not-all-that-bad face. stars.
you notice that it can’t even fit over the tip of your littlest finger.
you right yourself very slowly. slow enough to register the different little pushes and pulls of muscle and bone. slow enough for dozens of eyes to notice and look on, dripping with pity.
you straighten the collar of your shirt, smooth back your hair, pay the bill and leave a twenty-dollar tip.
you slip the ring into your pocket and start walking sort of funny lopsided under its delicate weight.
the smell of perfume lingers, warm and lovely, in the air.
Whahhaha idek what to type well honestly I did but I didnt fill in the forms haha so I feel really dumb hahaha or do I ? hahahahhah Thats the question haha My hair is really weried today well that doesnt matter or does it? did that fly feel that hit?
He crouched his head so hard
into his shoulders
to seek shelter from her stare that
beat down on his acne
that spelled in brail, “i’m just hitting puberty”
across his face.
i crouched down behind the bush, heart pounding in my ears, desperately trying to hold my breath. my lungs are sore and i have sweat forming above my brow and under my arms. i think i lost him.
crouch?
it’s such a funny word. at first i thought it said crotch.
who crouches?
lions?
I’m going to see Lion King in 3D soon. I love Lion King.
Lions crouch. A lot. To eat their prey.
That’s all of the things i can think of that can crouch. I guess humans can crouch.
the lion crouched as he was about to devour the poor helpless bunny, he could not resist the smell.It was the mixture of beets, and sweat that grabbed the lions attention. He never thought that he would experience a taste like that.
at first glance, I thought I had to write about a CROTCH, which would have been easier than figuring out how to work me crouching down for something or other. Perhaps we could all meet at at crotch level when we crouch down….
low, he thought. he remembered words, stealthy in his mind: quiet as a shadow, soft as falling snow, fear cuts deeper than swords. dressed in dark linen – never black – he waited, feeling (but never hearing) his own breath whoosh through the delicate bones of his jaw and cheeks. alert in the cold, hands around the small dagger that he would use to pry apart the blades, he waited.
He looked neither right, nor left. He just crouched on the floor, hands defensively in front of him, eyes like someone who had never known what it is to be loved.
I crouched behind the wall, I didn’t know where you were; I just hoped you didn’t find me. I was terrified of you. You were just a monster, looking for people to pick on who you thought you were superior to. I’m not so inferior now.
Flustered that she was found, Alisa arose from her crouched position behind the tuba case and stepped over a ledge to get out of the corner. “How’d you possibly find me?” He ignored her question.
“For God’s sake, Alisa, I cant believe you’re skipping another class! You need to get your act together! You’ve been warned by the director before that if any more of your grades slipped you’ll be kicked out of the ensemble!”
i was crouching down on the field waiting for the pitcher to make her strike. The ball was lightening fast and I was hoping the batter would miss her shot and land the ball straight into my hand. It was the complete opposite of that, she instead hits the ball causing a home run and bases were loaded. The crowd cheers on as she scores and I stand in frustration, legs hurting from crouching, and all I can manage to say was son of a gun.
Crouch to squat. My daughter can crouch. My son can crouch. There was a movie about a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon. It is hard to crouch. So I am told. you don’t have to crouch to sit on the couch. c; That is all… the end.
I crouch down to hide from the one thing that frightens me; you. I can’t get away, you always find me. I don’t know where to go. Why do you do this to me? Why can’t I just escape from all of the pain? You don’t know what you’re doing to me. You’re too blind.
fear- motion, flighlights. Sweat and thesound of muffled breathing.
attatchment and disrespect
leaves, dew and damp around your feet
dirst sticking to you where youve put your hands down for balance
calling and ignoring
I crouched behind the desk, counting down silently. I calculated my chances of getting out of here alive, and decided not to count on that, as the chances were, err, slim. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for the words that were sure to come…
READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!
I listened to my younger cousin and bit my lip to help from laughing.
The girl crouched behind the couch as she heard the loud, manly voice shouting “It smells like girl! Tyler, have you had a girl in here?!” He was furious. Slowly, she crept towards the door, hoping to escape before the man got into the room she was in.
She sighed, knowing he was there. He knew she knew his hiding place.
She cleared her throat. “You gonna stay there all day?”
He straightened from his crouch, a strong smirk tugging at his lips. He lifted the gun and fired.
The lights on her laser tag vest went out. She screwed up her face – she hadn’t been expecting that.
He crouched down, ready to pounce on my back as I ran. I sprinted as fast as possible in my flips flops and he took off soon after, catching up with me and wrapping his arms around my torso, swinging me around in a playful embrace.
she knelt down into a crouch, eyes trained upon the gazelle floating on fleet hooves through the forest. eyes narrowed, breath held still as the taut string was carefully and cautiously brought back, and then–twang! it slid effortlessly through the air, through skin and muscle and heart and bone, just like it had during more practical times when he was the one in the crouch.
crouch down in the dark narrow alley and wait behind the grimey garbage can till you either get tired of squatting or until a passerby asks you what the fuck your doing
I crouch with a smile upon my face. Day has already turned to night here in England. I need to find a place to as soon as possible. I need to find out who I am. All I remember is my first name is Genesis…uhhh…Genesis.
Crouch. She crouched in fear behind her father. She didn’t like to meet new people. She was shy. Oh so shy. She hated living life like this. Her father told her to present herself to his coworkers. She shook her head. She had remembered one of them. He had told her that he liked her a lot. And would one day live with him. She crouched to escape.
Crouch, she crouched behind the couch in fear. The man had entered the house and she had no idea what his intentions were. Her knees creaked in pain of the cramped position. She shook in fear and the couch easily hid her. Crouch. That’s what she did when men like this always barged into her home. She didn’t know that this was a place for criminal activities.
And as he crouched on the ground eyes turned towards the vast arctic sky he realized his foolish quest for the better things in life was pointless. He would always be fruitless unless he spoke from his heart, the girl he loved was right in front of him and he could never grasp her unless he followed his heart. She loved him too.
crouching on your low is all i care for . . . . somehow i can still love you from that first moment we met. . . . when you crouched on the floor to pick up my pen <3 Your love gives me hope. . . <3 just from that one crouch
He was below the brush, leaning into the sticks and leaves. It was a far-fetched idea, but just may work. He was certain that his hat could still be seen, if one looked close enough beneath the branches. He crouched lower to the ground, his fingers digging into the mulch, back aching with the awkward contortion of his body.
I crouch behind the couch, hiding and waiting for the right moment to appear. The room is dark. I can hear breathing from my nearby friends and family. I hear a door open and the light switches on. Footsteps come closer to the living room, then stop.
“Surprise!” I yell with everyone as we jump from our crouched hidden places. My sister’s hand flies to her mouth and she gasps. Then she starts laughing as we swarm towards her to wish her a happy birthday.
Why the hell do guys who are 6’2″ feel the need to crouch when they walk through a door. I mean really, what makes you think you might actually hit your head. you just watched your 6’7″ friend walk through with no problem. You are not as tall as you think! How tall am I?…6’2″, why?
Sit and bend in there my friend. You have to go all the way down and look for it. You can do it. I know you can. But don’t hesitate and give me what I want, ok? Or I’ll blow your brains out. This is the last time I warn you. Than you.
Oh yes.
at first I thought it said couch and it made me sleepier than I already am. crouch. lion? why lion. crouch before pouncing on prey. oh this is a happy writing. well I get that I’m tired and thinking about prey. which makes since. haven’t slept much and am chasing by not chasing. which is not very lioness of me. no wonder I suck at it. cold is not my forte. I wanna be nice :/
i see the man crouch before me. is it a sign of fear? a sign of betrayl, as in he is about to spring on me? i must trust him, trust this man i don’t know and have never seen before, because he holds the key to me finding out everything
i crouch along the shores
the water lapping at my ankles
i see a fin caress the tops of the waves
kissing them softly
and as i watch a seagull passes overhead
cawing softly to its lost love.
She was in a crouch position…not because she was fearing her life but because she was fearing others’ lives. On all fours now, the sweat dripped down her ryes an onto the floor making thick puddles and making it impossible to see where she was. If only she’d listened to Marta she knew she wouldn’t be in this position. But she didn’t…listen that .s
I crouched under the couch to see the feet of someone, I crouch even more as I barely fit and can hide myself…the foot steps get close and I decide surprising the person from my crouch poition would be my only means of escape. I jump out and, “Tom Junior! Don’t crouch under the bed!”
crouched down on the floor. crying my eyes out. i don’t know why he left me. why he dropped that bomb. i loved him. i cared about him. so now i’m just crouched down in the fetal position. hugging my legs. curious if i’ll ever find someone i love again.
forward on the balls of your feet, being extra careful aware of the tiny thing as you pluck it from the carpet; turn it over and over and over in your hands. under the dim Olive Garden light it smiles very sweetly, deflecting the light off of itself just /so/ and into your kind-of-gaunt-but-not-all-that-bad face. stars.
you notice that it can’t even fit over the tip of your littlest finger.
you right yourself very slowly. slow enough to register the different little pushes and pulls of muscle and bone. slow enough for dozens of eyes to notice and look on, dripping with pity.
you straighten the collar of your shirt, smooth back your hair, pay the bill and leave a twenty-dollar tip.
you slip the ring into your pocket and start walking sort of funny lopsided under its delicate weight.
the smell of perfume lingers, warm and lovely, in the air.
Whahhaha idek what to type well honestly I did but I didnt fill in the forms haha so I feel really dumb hahaha or do I ? hahahahhah Thats the question haha My hair is really weried today well that doesnt matter or does it? did that fly feel that hit?
He crouched his head so hard
into his shoulders
to seek shelter from her stare that
beat down on his acne
that spelled in brail, “i’m just hitting puberty”
across his face.
i crouched down behind the bush, heart pounding in my ears, desperately trying to hold my breath. my lungs are sore and i have sweat forming above my brow and under my arms. i think i lost him.
crouch?
it’s such a funny word. at first i thought it said crotch.
who crouches?
lions?
I’m going to see Lion King in 3D soon. I love Lion King.
Lions crouch. A lot. To eat their prey.
That’s all of the things i can think of that can crouch. I guess humans can crouch.
the lion crouched as he was about to devour the poor helpless bunny, he could not resist the smell.It was the mixture of beets, and sweat that grabbed the lions attention. He never thought that he would experience a taste like that.
at first glance, I thought I had to write about a CROTCH, which would have been easier than figuring out how to work me crouching down for something or other. Perhaps we could all meet at at crotch level when we crouch down….
low, he thought. he remembered words, stealthy in his mind: quiet as a shadow, soft as falling snow, fear cuts deeper than swords. dressed in dark linen – never black – he waited, feeling (but never hearing) his own breath whoosh through the delicate bones of his jaw and cheeks. alert in the cold, hands around the small dagger that he would use to pry apart the blades, he waited.
He looked neither right, nor left. He just crouched on the floor, hands defensively in front of him, eyes like someone who had never known what it is to be loved.
I crouched behind the wall, I didn’t know where you were; I just hoped you didn’t find me. I was terrified of you. You were just a monster, looking for people to pick on who you thought you were superior to. I’m not so inferior now.
Flustered that she was found, Alisa arose from her crouched position behind the tuba case and stepped over a ledge to get out of the corner. “How’d you possibly find me?” He ignored her question.
“For God’s sake, Alisa, I cant believe you’re skipping another class! You need to get your act together! You’ve been warned by the director before that if any more of your grades slipped you’ll be kicked out of the ensemble!”
If I need to I will. But only if it a must. As these bones are old and the muscles sore. If I have to I will, but only if you say “please”.
i was crouching behind a counter, trying to hide the fact that i embarrassed him by hiding myself.
i was crouching down on the field waiting for the pitcher to make her strike. The ball was lightening fast and I was hoping the batter would miss her shot and land the ball straight into my hand. It was the complete opposite of that, she instead hits the ball causing a home run and bases were loaded. The crowd cheers on as she scores and I stand in frustration, legs hurting from crouching, and all I can manage to say was son of a gun.
Crouch to squat. My daughter can crouch. My son can crouch. There was a movie about a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon. It is hard to crouch. So I am told. you don’t have to crouch to sit on the couch. c; That is all… the end.
I crouch down to hide from the one thing that frightens me; you. I can’t get away, you always find me. I don’t know where to go. Why do you do this to me? Why can’t I just escape from all of the pain? You don’t know what you’re doing to me. You’re too blind.
fear- motion, flighlights. Sweat and thesound of muffled breathing.
attatchment and disrespect
leaves, dew and damp around your feet
dirst sticking to you where youve put your hands down for balance
calling and ignoring
I crouched behind the desk, counting down silently. I calculated my chances of getting out of here alive, and decided not to count on that, as the chances were, err, slim. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for the words that were sure to come…
READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!
I listened to my younger cousin and bit my lip to help from laughing.
The girl crouched behind the couch as she heard the loud, manly voice shouting “It smells like girl! Tyler, have you had a girl in here?!” He was furious. Slowly, she crept towards the door, hoping to escape before the man got into the room she was in.
She sighed, knowing he was there. He knew she knew his hiding place.
She cleared her throat. “You gonna stay there all day?”
He straightened from his crouch, a strong smirk tugging at his lips. He lifted the gun and fired.
The lights on her laser tag vest went out. She screwed up her face – she hadn’t been expecting that.
He crouched down, ready to pounce on my back as I ran. I sprinted as fast as possible in my flips flops and he took off soon after, catching up with me and wrapping his arms around my torso, swinging me around in a playful embrace.
Man. I love this kid.
she knelt down into a crouch, eyes trained upon the gazelle floating on fleet hooves through the forest. eyes narrowed, breath held still as the taut string was carefully and cautiously brought back, and then–twang! it slid effortlessly through the air, through skin and muscle and heart and bone, just like it had during more practical times when he was the one in the crouch.
crouch down in the dark narrow alley and wait behind the grimey garbage can till you either get tired of squatting or until a passerby asks you what the fuck your doing
I crouch with a smile upon my face. Day has already turned to night here in England. I need to find a place to as soon as possible. I need to find out who I am. All I remember is my first name is Genesis…uhhh…Genesis.
Crouch. She crouched in fear behind her father. She didn’t like to meet new people. She was shy. Oh so shy. She hated living life like this. Her father told her to present herself to his coworkers. She shook her head. She had remembered one of them. He had told her that he liked her a lot. And would one day live with him. She crouched to escape.
Mellisa crouched under the table to look for her missing earring. Her boy friend Joe, crouched under the table as well.
Clear the clods of dirt away. There is a dirt-caked aluminum can. I flip it. Someone didn’t finish their drink…
Crouch, she crouched behind the couch in fear. The man had entered the house and she had no idea what his intentions were. Her knees creaked in pain of the cramped position. She shook in fear and the couch easily hid her. Crouch. That’s what she did when men like this always barged into her home. She didn’t know that this was a place for criminal activities.
And as he crouched on the ground eyes turned towards the vast arctic sky he realized his foolish quest for the better things in life was pointless. He would always be fruitless unless he spoke from his heart, the girl he loved was right in front of him and he could never grasp her unless he followed his heart. She loved him too.
crouching on your low is all i care for . . . . somehow i can still love you from that first moment we met. . . . when you crouched on the floor to pick up my pen <3 Your love gives me hope. . . <3 just from that one crouch
He was below the brush, leaning into the sticks and leaves. It was a far-fetched idea, but just may work. He was certain that his hat could still be seen, if one looked close enough beneath the branches. He crouched lower to the ground, his fingers digging into the mulch, back aching with the awkward contortion of his body.
I crouch behind the couch, hiding and waiting for the right moment to appear. The room is dark. I can hear breathing from my nearby friends and family. I hear a door open and the light switches on. Footsteps come closer to the living room, then stop.
“Surprise!” I yell with everyone as we jump from our crouched hidden places. My sister’s hand flies to her mouth and she gasps. Then she starts laughing as we swarm towards her to wish her a happy birthday.
Why the hell do guys who are 6’2″ feel the need to crouch when they walk through a door. I mean really, what makes you think you might actually hit your head. you just watched your 6’7″ friend walk through with no problem. You are not as tall as you think! How tall am I?…6’2″, why?
Sit and bend in there my friend. You have to go all the way down and look for it. You can do it. I know you can. But don’t hesitate and give me what I want, ok? Or I’ll blow your brains out. This is the last time I warn you. Than you.
Oh yes.
at first I thought it said couch and it made me sleepier than I already am. crouch. lion? why lion. crouch before pouncing on prey. oh this is a happy writing. well I get that I’m tired and thinking about prey. which makes since. haven’t slept much and am chasing by not chasing. which is not very lioness of me. no wonder I suck at it. cold is not my forte. I wanna be nice :/
i see the man crouch before me. is it a sign of fear? a sign of betrayl, as in he is about to spring on me? i must trust him, trust this man i don’t know and have never seen before, because he holds the key to me finding out everything
i crouch along the shores
the water lapping at my ankles
i see a fin caress the tops of the waves
kissing them softly
and as i watch a seagull passes overhead
cawing softly to its lost love.
She was in a crouch position…not because she was fearing her life but because she was fearing others’ lives. On all fours now, the sweat dripped down her ryes an onto the floor making thick puddles and making it impossible to see where she was. If only she’d listened to Marta she knew she wouldn’t be in this position. But she didn’t…listen that .s
I crouched under the couch to see the feet of someone, I crouch even more as I barely fit and can hide myself…the foot steps get close and I decide surprising the person from my crouch poition would be my only means of escape. I jump out and, “Tom Junior! Don’t crouch under the bed!”
crouched down on the floor. crying my eyes out. i don’t know why he left me. why he dropped that bomb. i loved him. i cared about him. so now i’m just crouched down in the fetal position. hugging my legs. curious if i’ll ever find someone i love again.