November 12th, 2011 | 254 Entries

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254 Entries for “icicle”

  1. She was cold in a comical sort of way, shoulders hunched, shuffling, her words coming in ululating soprano pitch like a singer’s vibrato gone wrong, grinning nonetheless through aching teeth and steaming breath, laughing, hair caught under a knitted woollen cap in the Shenyang snow.

    By Tianwei Liu URL on 11.12.2011

  2. The tip felt like it could pierce me. But as soon as I wrapped my lips around it, it melted. The cold was warmed by my tongue, and for a moment, I was sad. It would no longer be sharp. It was nothing now.

    By Soft URL on 11.12.2011

  3. the morning came quickly lighting the darkness one day at a time. and then when i could see there was snow, deep snow and hanging from the ledge an icicle calling dripping in timeless.

    By miss pie URL on 11.12.2011

  4. Icicles. They have so many uses. You can lick them. You can draw with them. You can stab someone with them, and the murder weapon melts away — no fingerprints.

    Okay, that just got creepy. But extremely clever. (stores idea)

    By Sarah URL on 11.12.2011

  5. Icicles taste sweet when you eat the ones growing from like, cut off tree branches, because the sap drips into them, and freezes. Mmmmm. I love winter. I love hot chocolate too. Um and I guess now I’m just writing random nothings.

    By Chloe on 11.12.2011

  6. cold, sharp, ready to kill. hanging in my heart. the cold shoulder has nothing on me. I had started to thaw, but your words made me freeze lethal.

    By Tim on 11.12.2011

  7. Icicle on my bicycle because I’m too cool for fools.

    By Marianne URL on 11.12.2011

  8. They hang from the corner of roofs, crystalised like little daggers formed in the icyest times of the winter season. Plucked by eager mitten clad hands, they serve as makeshift swords in a white adventure. Nature’s favorite playthings

    By sarah on 11.12.2011

  9. December morn
    a dagger sharp icicle
    hangs from the eaves

    By haikusue URL on 11.12.2011

  10. incidemment, les ombres
    des temps… nos foire
    l’innomé4 – berge de
    tranchée. Et l’autre voix.

    By Fabric Spell in Ushe URL on 11.12.2011

  11. It’s an icicle. not the frozen kind that hang from peaks. The silver kind that granny always hung from her pink christmas tree. I think i smell the cookies burning.

    By 3 berries on 11.12.2011

  12. Icicle

    What WAS that?
    You bumped against my foot under the table. Why? Why’d you yell like that?
    I thought it was an icicle! Dang, girl. Put some sox on!

    By CameoRoze URL on 11.12.2011

  13. I love eating icicles in winter. I know it’s gross and unsanitary and for all I know a squirrels peed on it and it’s now stuck to my tongue, but you know what, it’s fun. It’s one of those things that makes me remember I’m still a kid, no matter what I say to the contrary.

    By Rebecca URL on 11.12.2011

  14. don’t know what it means….

    i wonder how could i..? i mean i live thousnds miles away from where a person is supposed to know that word so… that’s a great excuse…
    i could also use google translator but

    By cinematic on 11.12.2011

  15. “Stupid fricken icicle.”I said as I dabbed at the blood with a napkin.”Couldda put my eye out.” I tossed the used napkin in the trash and resumed m walk in the park.

    By Ali on 11.12.2011

  16. they are raindrops that freeze on the roof
    and they sit in the sun and they melt
    they hang and they sparkle like disco balls

    By Helen URL on 11.12.2011

  17. what is an icicle?

    By t URL on 11.12.2011

  18. The icicles hung down on the side of our house. It was s ign that we finally had a true Canadian winter. I was glad, winters without snow were tiring and lame, and we had all together too many of them on the west coast. The snowflakes fell all around. It smelled like winter. I hadn’t smelled the smell of winter in years. It’s funny how water can have a smell sometimes.

    By an octopus URL on 11.12.2011

  19. It rarely gets cold enough here for icicles to form. But I remember them well from my childhood in Central NY—glittering stalagmites hanging from my porch roof. I’d break one off to use as a magical sword, or a diamond unicorn horn.

    By Andie on 11.12.2011

  20. Winter is coming very soon and that mean’s there will be a lot of icicles hanging from rooftops and threatening pedestrians when they walk past trees with over hanging chunks of ice. Winter is my least favorite season, I don’t do well with cold snow and ice, last winter I slipped and fell on my butt.

    By Eden on 11.12.2011

  21. Icicles drip from the rooftops and freeze in place. The first snow of the season brings warm hats and woolen gloves. The scent of pines and the promise of Christmas is in the air.

    By somebody on 11.12.2011

  22. trying to get back to my list of entries but can’t seem to find the one I just did using icicle as the prompt…there’s also another with my username, and sometimes their posts get mixed up with mine.

    By Andie on 11.12.2011

  23. Icicles fall like mad snowflakes, pierce your heart, splay open and drip melted to the floor. I lick them when young, and when under them twist around to exaggerate their potential, make their bases so big.

    By Ryan on 11.12.2011

  24. icicle

    I remember the taste of icicles. Do you? That dirty water taste? Not quite magical, and yet, somehow… it still was.

    By Noisy Quiet URL on 11.12.2011

  25. An icicle hangs from my roof top. It looks deadly. I think I won’t walk under it.

    By knighttime on 11.12.2011

  26. No
    You know what this word sounds like
    ICIC bank
    I see you
    I see in the deep blue sea u see what i see?
    I lick popcicles
    how do u spell

    By Zainib on 11.12.2011

  27. An icicle would be the perfect murder weapon. You would never need to hide it, it would never show your fingerprints, and if you were really thirsty by the end of your crime spree, you would have a built in water bottle. Seems practical to me.

    By Bailey URL on 11.12.2011

  28. Dripping off the end, water filling up to become a drop. Icicle in the window. Winter long and cold; avision of blinging whiteness. I shiver just thinking about it’s arrival.

    By Seansj URL on 11.12.2011

  29. spilt the vein, rein the blood cells in, dim the lights, right the left, cleft the chin, ring the bell, sell the ice, price your heart, barter over daughters, brought to you in good faith as you leaned between the church and the pub

    By gsk URL on 11.12.2011

  30. the icicle came plunging down. it strikes my leg. the pain was unbearable. i screamed, hoping someone would hear. i scream out once more. “how will i ever get help?” i wonder.

    By maryn on 11.12.2011

  31. This Icicle
    a frozen pendulum.
    It came from the dripping,
    the slow leak
    of were you caused my heart trama
    and where you made me become
    so cold.

    By Allison Hertzog on 11.12.2011

  32. Das icicle ist ein bicicle, dem ein B fehlt und das ein i statt eines y hat. Ich weiß auch nicht genau, wie es geschrieben wird, aber ich glaube, es muss ein bicycle sein. Ja, vielleicht ist ein icicle auch etwas stachliges. Ein Igel. Oder so ein Massageball. Oder ein Zwergenkind.

    By Eli URL on 11.12.2011

  33. everyone says, ‘i can’t wait until fall’ ugh! i have gotten to where i can’t stand fall and winter. never bothered me before but now…. :P from fall until spring i feel like an icicle…

    By Michaels on 11.12.2011

  34. My hands were icicles as you took them into yours. We walked in silence down the sidewalk, headlights blinding us.

    By M URL on 11.12.2011

  35. She stood, her fingers curled tightly into her fist, her cheeks growing colours. She looked back at her watch. She looked down the street. She watched as windows turned black and curtains of bedrooms drew together. Walking wasn’t an option, but tonight it had to be.

    By Caroline on 11.12.2011

  36. I used to think you were an icicle melting a little when you saw me then freezing back up when I wasn’t around but I was wrong I was so very wrong

    By C. Ritchie URL on 11.12.2011

  37. Ciclo sin fin. Muerte y nacimiento. Luz y oscuridad. Sin sentido seguí por mi camino, con los pies descalzos. Con mi corazón descalzo y abrumado por la brisna de hielo que me golpeaba. Vete!
    Vete! -le grité, pero se mantuvo quieto. Me mantuvo callado como el cadáver que era, pero su recuerdo no se iba. No lo haría tan facil.

    By Tohe URL on 11.12.2011

  38. It starts as a single drop of water. It freezes during the cold months. Drop by drop, it becomes an icicle hanging from a rooftop.

    By Melissa URL on 11.12.2011

  39. frozen.

    By deen URL on 11.12.2011

  40. We met when the icicles were just begging to form. I knew I loved you before they had even melted. That was the best winter of my life. I wish we could relive them moments we shared together.

    By Marina URL on 11.12.2011