Sly, sneaky, and witty. Reminds me of a fox, or myself. I love foxes, and I don’t think they deserve all of the trash talk about them. Yes, they are crafty, and that is how they survive. They are smart. And adorable. Besides, if you were a fox, and you were hungry, don’t you think it would be fun to raid a chicken coop?
Oh man I didn’t expect this to go so fast uhhh I think i’m really crafty with the way I present myself, I disguise myself as this quiet shy person so I can get close to people and then show them my loud side as a way of being like “BAM I’m pretty cool right!!” to make them stay and that’s how I make friends, plus I do cosplay with Keaton.
The raccoons are crafty nocturnal creatures. I love the way they wash the morsels they steal from the cat’s bowl while they look around to see if anyone’s watching.
NOOOO why am I stuck with the word crafty?! I just did crafty! PLEASE WEBSITE I WAS TOTALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS NEW MEANS TO TRY AND BREAK THROUGH WRITER’S BLOCK BUT THIS IS NOT A HELPFUL SOLUTION YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ME HERE IN CRAFTY HELL
But yeah, crafty is a great word to use in dialogue I think, but not so much as a descriptor. I like it though.
Crafty is a word that I rarely use. I guess it can describe the behavior of an individual in both positive and negative ways. Crafty can mean creative. It can also mean sneaky or manipulative.
I’ve never been as crafty as my mother. At least not in terms of arts and crafts. But I like to think I’m crafty in other ways. More subtle ways. It’d be fun to knit or scrapbook or make papermache…whatevers. But I think my brand of crafty is more useful, and I’m glad that if I could only be one type, I’m the type of crafty that I am. *Evil laugh*.
There was little doubt seeping from the intensity of her upturned, crafty smile. She’d been on the receiving end of her world scrupulously ravaged, and it was finally time to turn the tables on the chauvinist chaps. There might be stronger terms, but she would rather save them for when it came to the chopping block, figuratively.
“Be crafty. Look around. What do you see? A lamp. The lamp has a bulb. I could break it; use it to cut the rope. What if I cut myself? Look around. Look.” With difficulties, she contorted herself to look over her shoulder, hair falling like a veil over her sight. Through the strands of wet hair she could see a tan jacket draped over the desk. “He left his jacket.”
She takes a deep breath then shimmies to give herself leverage. The heat of the attic caused sweat to drip down her back.
There once was a girl that lived on Silver Lane, she was very loved. The people called her Crafty Cathy. She was always getting ideas to help the town with her crafts.
Being a good chess player means being crafty. My nature is to wait until something is right in front of me, look at all of the information, and then decide what I should do from there. In chess, it is best to plan for a goal and then try to guide the situation to match up with the end goal. That does not come naturally to me. I tend to accept things for how they are instead of trying to put the pieces where I want them. I have to work on my long-term strategizing if I want to be a good chess player.
the seagull pecked at its cage anxiously. Its eyes told everything. It was scared, but resourceful. It grabbed the twig given to it for a nest, and pushed into the lock. the lock clicked, and the saegull set out to get revenge.
Crafty, not a word she would use to describe her daughter. When she found out she was having a girl, she started having dreams of the two of them sewing together, dresses, doll clothes, even tiny socks for tiny feet. Yet by the time her daughter was 5, she could tell that crafty was not in her cars. At least not the crafty she envisioned. But her daughter was crafty, just not in the way she thought of crafty.
My mom loves to be crafty. When I was little we would buy all sorts of things to do crafts together and it was always a great time. We now refer to all of the old craft stuff as crap stuff, which we think is hilarious for some reason. I still like to craft sometimes, but I don’t find time for it as often as I did when I was younger. I think that crafting helps build the imagination in kids and that is super important. It was definitely a large part of my childhood.
crafty little m
hello sunshine
nothing negative to say
i cant be a poet
im okay
like never before
i love life
and everything it brings
im older and wiser
goodbye to everything
that doesnt want me
i love life
Craftiness is the art of being a total dick, but to your friends. An enemy wouldn’t call you crafty, they’d call you a dick. But your friends respect you enough to let you know you’re a dick without ever having to call you a dick. But let’s face it, they still do.
Crafty lady, got your glue gun and your knitting bag, your crinkled scissors and felt scraps, bags and bags of whatnot, coupons to the craft store. I know you are proud of your cards, your stamping, just like I am proud of my songs. I wish I could appreciate it more, but I do appreciate it a little. So thank you for sharing your talents and gifts with me.
You think you’re so crafty, manipulating us like this to fit to your every whim. How could you? After everything we’ve been through, after everything that had happened.
Does the value of the rejection of a pause in writing and not being able to think clearly explain the reason of the crafty sense or merely a full ending.
Crafty heartache and whirlwinds go. Sick of the wrongs and you not letting it go. Twisted all the ick into some sick show. Magically throwing shade to all that the sun has tried to grow!
‘This needs to change, and this; you don’t need this either.’
As she walked around the artwork she grabbed and drew out one swatch after another, moved and resized images, and changed the focus of this crafty piece of work I had lovingly collated.
‘I know you have done this before,’ I said. ‘But, I’m new to this work and want to make my own decisions, even if they are mistakes.’
Her parting words as she left were: ‘You don’t know enough to make decisions.’
What was left after she left was a minimalist display of black, charcoal over a large background of white. My anger no longer had a place on the board, even my tears were wiped out, I had become one-dimensional.
She always was good at making do. She knew what to use if she did not have the real thing, she saw things and immediately knew what she could use them for. But this here puzzled her. What the (insert imaginary place) should she do with a coin?
Somehow, you remain as crafty, as cunning, and as conniving as possible. Your solutions to problems don’t so much make amends as they burn bridges. And yet, here I am, handing you another Molotov cocktail. You hurl it toward the heavens and laugh as if you’ve caused God’s domain to burst into flames. As if your deity Herself could ever self-destruct.
He had underestimated her, just as everyone in this small town had done her whole life. Little did they know the more they pushed her, taunted her, the more it simply motivated her. The warm crimson of his blood glistened upon her pale skin, as she leaned towards his limp body…admiring her kill. This would be one murder in which they would never find the body. No one knew just how crafty she could be if needed. They were about to find out.
Crafty? Haven’t heard about or seen this word in a while. I guess I can say, my mother is quite crafty in her quirky but loving ways. She has a vivid imagination and creates great projects for her store. Writing wise, I guess I can say I get it from her. Talent wise but smartness not really.
crafty craft me
frack the unfuckable
burn the water as it drip drops
like tear stained flip flops
compose me
safe me in your draft folder
only to be thrown away in spring cleaning
clinging to this last hope
hunting for the ghost
staring the dreams in the face
as they laugh back at me.
Craftiness is just a part of being me, I also just had this word yesterday, do they not change it?
Crafts are the way to my heart, They make me feel happy inside.
motivation
i got crafty at nanas i made foxy an from five nights at freddy
Sly, sneaky, and witty. Reminds me of a fox, or myself. I love foxes, and I don’t think they deserve all of the trash talk about them. Yes, they are crafty, and that is how they survive. They are smart. And adorable. Besides, if you were a fox, and you were hungry, don’t you think it would be fun to raid a chicken coop?
Oh man I didn’t expect this to go so fast uhhh I think i’m really crafty with the way I present myself, I disguise myself as this quiet shy person so I can get close to people and then show them my loud side as a way of being like “BAM I’m pretty cool right!!” to make them stay and that’s how I make friends, plus I do cosplay with Keaton.
The raccoons are crafty nocturnal creatures. I love the way they wash the morsels they steal from the cat’s bowl while they look around to see if anyone’s watching.
NOOOO why am I stuck with the word crafty?! I just did crafty! PLEASE WEBSITE I WAS TOTALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS NEW MEANS TO TRY AND BREAK THROUGH WRITER’S BLOCK BUT THIS IS NOT A HELPFUL SOLUTION YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ME HERE IN CRAFTY HELL
But yeah, crafty is a great word to use in dialogue I think, but not so much as a descriptor. I like it though.
Crafty is a word that I rarely use. I guess it can describe the behavior of an individual in both positive and negative ways. Crafty can mean creative. It can also mean sneaky or manipulative.
I’ve never been as crafty as my mother. At least not in terms of arts and crafts. But I like to think I’m crafty in other ways. More subtle ways. It’d be fun to knit or scrapbook or make papermache…whatevers. But I think my brand of crafty is more useful, and I’m glad that if I could only be one type, I’m the type of crafty that I am. *Evil laugh*.
There was little doubt seeping from the intensity of her upturned, crafty smile. She’d been on the receiving end of her world scrupulously ravaged, and it was finally time to turn the tables on the chauvinist chaps. There might be stronger terms, but she would rather save them for when it came to the chopping block, figuratively.
I stitched her up halfheartedly; I moaned as I stitched, moaned warm, wilting air into her sole.
POSITIVITY
“Be crafty. Look around. What do you see? A lamp. The lamp has a bulb. I could break it; use it to cut the rope. What if I cut myself? Look around. Look.” With difficulties, she contorted herself to look over her shoulder, hair falling like a veil over her sight. Through the strands of wet hair she could see a tan jacket draped over the desk. “He left his jacket.”
She takes a deep breath then shimmies to give herself leverage. The heat of the attic caused sweat to drip down her back.
“Be crafty. Don’t make too much noise.”
There once was a girl that lived on Silver Lane, she was very loved. The people called her Crafty Cathy. She was always getting ideas to help the town with her crafts.
Being a good chess player means being crafty. My nature is to wait until something is right in front of me, look at all of the information, and then decide what I should do from there. In chess, it is best to plan for a goal and then try to guide the situation to match up with the end goal. That does not come naturally to me. I tend to accept things for how they are instead of trying to put the pieces where I want them. I have to work on my long-term strategizing if I want to be a good chess player.
the seagull pecked at its cage anxiously. Its eyes told everything. It was scared, but resourceful. It grabbed the twig given to it for a nest, and pushed into the lock. the lock clicked, and the saegull set out to get revenge.
If you want to be crafty, make sure that you can be crafty with a smile on your face, because craftiness without happiness is just sneakiness.
Bob is crafty. He paints and
Crafty, not a word she would use to describe her daughter. When she found out she was having a girl, she started having dreams of the two of them sewing together, dresses, doll clothes, even tiny socks for tiny feet. Yet by the time her daughter was 5, she could tell that crafty was not in her cars. At least not the crafty she envisioned. But her daughter was crafty, just not in the way she thought of crafty.
My mom loves to be crafty. When I was little we would buy all sorts of things to do crafts together and it was always a great time. We now refer to all of the old craft stuff as crap stuff, which we think is hilarious for some reason. I still like to craft sometimes, but I don’t find time for it as often as I did when I was younger. I think that crafting helps build the imagination in kids and that is super important. It was definitely a large part of my childhood.
clever
she was crafty and sneaky.
We should not be crafty instead chose to win by honest methods in life . Being craft doesn’t get us anywhere .
crafty little m
hello sunshine
nothing negative to say
i cant be a poet
im okay
like never before
i love life
and everything it brings
im older and wiser
goodbye to everything
that doesnt want me
i love life
“OKAY, time to get started. Let’s all get out our scissors and pencils.”
Craftiness is the art of being a total dick, but to your friends. An enemy wouldn’t call you crafty, they’d call you a dick. But your friends respect you enough to let you know you’re a dick without ever having to call you a dick. But let’s face it, they still do.
Crafty lady, got your glue gun and your knitting bag, your crinkled scissors and felt scraps, bags and bags of whatnot, coupons to the craft store. I know you are proud of your cards, your stamping, just like I am proud of my songs. I wish I could appreciate it more, but I do appreciate it a little. So thank you for sharing your talents and gifts with me.
You think you’re so crafty, manipulating us like this to fit to your every whim. How could you? After everything we’ve been through, after everything that had happened.
Does the value of the rejection of a pause in writing and not being able to think clearly explain the reason of the crafty sense or merely a full ending.
Crafty heartache and whirlwinds go. Sick of the wrongs and you not letting it go. Twisted all the ick into some sick show. Magically throwing shade to all that the sun has tried to grow!
‘This needs to change, and this; you don’t need this either.’
As she walked around the artwork she grabbed and drew out one swatch after another, moved and resized images, and changed the focus of this crafty piece of work I had lovingly collated.
‘I know you have done this before,’ I said. ‘But, I’m new to this work and want to make my own decisions, even if they are mistakes.’
Her parting words as she left were: ‘You don’t know enough to make decisions.’
What was left after she left was a minimalist display of black, charcoal over a large background of white. My anger no longer had a place on the board, even my tears were wiped out, I had become one-dimensional.
She always was good at making do. She knew what to use if she did not have the real thing, she saw things and immediately knew what she could use them for. But this here puzzled her. What the (insert imaginary place) should she do with a coin?
Somehow, you remain as crafty, as cunning, and as conniving as possible. Your solutions to problems don’t so much make amends as they burn bridges. And yet, here I am, handing you another Molotov cocktail. You hurl it toward the heavens and laugh as if you’ve caused God’s domain to burst into flames. As if your deity Herself could ever self-destruct.
He had underestimated her, just as everyone in this small town had done her whole life. Little did they know the more they pushed her, taunted her, the more it simply motivated her. The warm crimson of his blood glistened upon her pale skin, as she leaned towards his limp body…admiring her kill. This would be one murder in which they would never find the body. No one knew just how crafty she could be if needed. They were about to find out.
Crafty? Haven’t heard about or seen this word in a while. I guess I can say, my mother is quite crafty in her quirky but loving ways. She has a vivid imagination and creates great projects for her store. Writing wise, I guess I can say I get it from her. Talent wise but smartness not really.
1crafty = Creative Reality Accessing Fine Truth Yupp’irs.
She’s crafty, she gets around. She’s crafty, she’s always down. She’s crafty, she’s got a gripe. She’s crafty, she’s just my type.
(cowbell solo)
crafty craft me
frack the unfuckable
burn the water as it drip drops
like tear stained flip flops
compose me
safe me in your draft folder
only to be thrown away in spring cleaning
clinging to this last hope
hunting for the ghost
staring the dreams in the face
as they laugh back at me.
a person can be crafty and another word for crafty is creative!