The tiger crouched underneath the bramble of bushes. She can tell her prey has not the slightest clue of her whereabouts. She can smell its fear as it held on to a metal stick that smelt of gunpowder and sweat.
the man crouched down next to the smiling child, and handed him the orange lollipop. the kid’s smile lit up the day, and the man walked off happily, knowing he had made a difference in the child’s world.
You crouch down, but why hide? Who are you hiding from? Children play hide-and-seek during the summer, then the weather turns cold. They are no longer crouching behind tree stumps and family cars in the driveway to hide from their seeker.
When you bend over, but not all the way. Your knees don’t touch the ground. Sometimes you are totally bending over, other times you are squatting. People usually do this so look at things close to the ground without getting on the ground.
There she was just sitting there, curled up, as if she was hiding from the world. Her knees pulled all the way up to her face. Although it looked like she was completely still I could see the slight shake of her shoulders. The next thing I knew I was crouched beside her, pulling her into me as if I had known her for years and this act of comfort was completely normal. I half expected her to pull away but to my surprise she leaned into me and wrapped her arm around my waist.
Harry potter father and son’s last name, most time spent crouched in call of duty, under a tree, behind something, scaring someone, horror film, hurts your knees after a while, uses your legs to do so, can be uncomfortable, crouched crouching crouches, secret, fly on the wall
It took me a minute to understand what she meant. I got closer to the ground, crouching on my heels to see the bits and pieces of the wooden puzzle box that now seemed to be making the shape of the peace sign. I couldn’t get over the fact that no matter what was happening she always seemed to see the world through those hopeful eyes.
I usually crouch to hide from things. Like the one time I crouched behind a clothes rack at American Eagle to avoid to kids I graduated from Highschool with.
the form assumed in a primal position. thinking as a hunter she crouched down fueroucously and prepared to attack her victim. it wasn’t civilized, yes. but the primal urge took over her wil lto think and it all came down to survival. survival of the fittest
His canvas hat dripped like a dead fish off his bald head, heading toward the sewer of bad intentions. He stooped and crouched and bent like a crowbar to recover his cover but some things are not meant to be.
He sat under the log, his back brushing against the mossy bark. The shots rang down over his head, disturbing what would be a calm morning in the wood. His breathing grew heavier, shrapnel falls at his feet. Blurred shouts come from afar. He rises up, gun in hand, with his life in the balance and his future before him.
Crouch down under the couch. I need to crouch down and protect myself from the storm. Why am i writing about the word crouch when I have an entire paper I need to write? I will be failing my Spanish exam tomorrow because I am writing about crouch instead of studying. I will need to crouch down and brace myself from the storm of a grade that is sure to follow.
usually the ctrl button on the keyboard. sometimes it’s the c button. i think the c button to crouch is stupid as the c is so out of place and the ctrl button is by far the superior button to use. usually the ctrl button is used in fps and the c button in games that don’t require fast paced control. now i’m up on my last 10 seconds so i’m just writing letters… abcdef
i dont like the word crouch. it so9unds dirty. i wanna eliminate the r and make it couch. i like couch. or if i made the u an a then it would be coach. idk how i feel about that. i just dont like crouch. yuckity. i dont know what else to say! c is a weird letter. its the only letter thats not necessary. unless its next to an h.
When one crouches it is as if they are taking a break from standing up. Those who crouch need a rest from something that they are currently involved in. Most think while crouching although they are undecided whether they will sit down for long or get right back up.
Crouching is something ninja’s do pretty often. I mean think about it, they’re almost NEVER in a regular standing position, unless of course, they’re standing over your lifeless body looking down at you with a sense of triumph. Don’t stop to think about standing, but about ninjas, man.
i crouched on the forest floor. the berries surrounded me, squished on the ground. a multitude of colors flowed out of them. blue, red, pink. i looked up and saw only the branches of trees. was it day, was it night? i wouldnt know, until i could escape.
on the ground next to me and look me in the eye. We could sit on the couch but why? You make me want to squat and fart like a ninja on fire. But only when my knees bend and my heart breaks can I crouch next to you on our tight wire.
The man ducked the blow. He had never been in a real bar brawl before. Upon second thought it was probably better not to get involved. If he stayed crouching he figured most of the action would pass him by unnoticed.
I was walking around town when I noticed a crouching kitten beside the coffee shop. The little furry creature meowed at me and hesitated with its little paws to come toward me. So I knelt down and welcomed it with a, “here kitty kitty.”
Pain shoots up my spine as I drop into a crouch, the bullet barely grazing my shoulder. I bite my lip hard and feel the blood being to coagulate at the corner of it. Where did it all go wrong?
She crouched; her shoulder blades sharp in its distinct form. She dared not make a noise. Her mind, body and soul concentrated on one goal: to catch her prey.
She lounged forward and the rest is up to her. To catch her goal; or miss it by a second or by a whole lifetime.
i kneel down to crouch.
praying
saying hi to kids
i dropped something, i crouch down
a team crouches down to talk about a play
crouch sounds like couch
i thought it said crotch at first.
crouch down
The word crouch sounds like something a cricket might say, or a sound it might make.
Growing up as the big brother, I but just one year older than my younger sister. We always wanted a puppy, but our parents refused. At about 5 and 6, she and I would play with stuffed animals, making believe in our hearts that they filled the hole that not having a actual pet made. But, it was not enough, and we would take turns crouching and letting the other hold the leash, being the best friend that we naively thought we never had while we were there next to one another all along.
He hid under the table, a cheeky impish smile shadowed by the dim lighting of the dining room. The inquisitive dog rounded the corner and sniffed the air, searching for his target. Suddenly, as if a draft of wind blew by, the dog whipped his head around, his mischievous eyes making contact with the boy.
The teacher had this peculiar motion… It was halfway between a crouch and a jump, almost like he was a rigid frog, hopping from spot to spot. He only ever acted like this when his coffee was cold and his hair far too tussled to be considered conscientious. His brow would furrow, he’d become cynical and then he’d just crouch… and jump. It was almost like he was trying to shake the bad life out of him. The students didn’t really know what to make of it, they just thought he was crazy. They just weren’t old enough yet, but even then, they were developing their own unique motions and methods of filtering out the bad… Soon enough, they’d just be like him. Although hopefully the rigid frog trait would remain insular. Whenever my coffee gets cold, he appears before me, and what a horrifying vision it is. A man who has lost his way so completely.
by you think this is real? i never went to school on 09.20.2011
i crouch by the side of my bed in horror. it is not possible for this fact to be accepted. how can a mother consciously dispose of a daughter in this manner? i did no wrong, and now i’m nothing but trash.
Crouching behind the couch while the windows shattered and the bricks and bottles and bouncy balls rolled on the floor. Next time he would think twice before he insulted the preschool class walking past his house on yet another nonsensical fieldtrip, wasting the tax dollars of their parents. “Charge!” cried their teacher and the hellions advanced, frothing and sticky.
I was in a crouched position under the bed, hiding from what was to come. Away from my peers and expectations and obligations. It was so peaceful. And I looked up from my cacoon, I could see the world from such a clearer perspective.
They didn’t like the jungle. They’d done this before, hidden with guns in hand, but they knew it was wrong, and they knew there’d be blood every time. “We aren’t alive,” one said to the next, and “Yes, I know,” was the reply, but it didn’t matter, they were crouching in time, mired in the muck of their own making.
Aching knees, muddy jeans, brambles in my hair.
Feet soaked through, shoulders sunburnt.
Hours in this field.
Found the plant I was looking for.
Proved it still lived here.
crouch behind the world of shit talkers and secret self haters
i think not
the dirty things i’ve done can be washed clean
the things they’ve done to me, i couldn’t care less
i’m not afraid of this world, no not for a second
because,hate me all you want
wont make you better than me
there’s a million people in this world
and i prefer to talk to the ones with a brain on there shoulders
i crouch in the night waiting for them to approach. they won’t see and my stance doesn’t make a sound. Knees locked and body tense. I am a ninja. A ghost. I’m invisible. im crouched
Jim crouched low to avoid the gaze of the women down the train. He couldn’t get caught now. He was so close. only one more stop and he would be able to slip away unnoticed avoiding contact with her from then on out. Just a few more seconds
The tiger crouched underneath the bramble of bushes. She can tell her prey has not the slightest clue of her whereabouts. She can smell its fear as it held on to a metal stick that smelt of gunpowder and sweat.
the man crouched down next to the smiling child, and handed him the orange lollipop. the kid’s smile lit up the day, and the man walked off happily, knowing he had made a difference in the child’s world.
You crouch down, but why hide? Who are you hiding from? Children play hide-and-seek during the summer, then the weather turns cold. They are no longer crouching behind tree stumps and family cars in the driveway to hide from their seeker.
When you bend over, but not all the way. Your knees don’t touch the ground. Sometimes you are totally bending over, other times you are squatting. People usually do this so look at things close to the ground without getting on the ground.
There she was just sitting there, curled up, as if she was hiding from the world. Her knees pulled all the way up to her face. Although it looked like she was completely still I could see the slight shake of her shoulders. The next thing I knew I was crouched beside her, pulling her into me as if I had known her for years and this act of comfort was completely normal. I half expected her to pull away but to my surprise she leaned into me and wrapped her arm around my waist.
Harry potter father and son’s last name, most time spent crouched in call of duty, under a tree, behind something, scaring someone, horror film, hurts your knees after a while, uses your legs to do so, can be uncomfortable, crouched crouching crouches, secret, fly on the wall
It took me a minute to understand what she meant. I got closer to the ground, crouching on my heels to see the bits and pieces of the wooden puzzle box that now seemed to be making the shape of the peace sign. I couldn’t get over the fact that no matter what was happening she always seemed to see the world through those hopeful eyes.
I usually crouch to hide from things. Like the one time I crouched behind a clothes rack at American Eagle to avoid to kids I graduated from Highschool with.
I crouch to make the pain in my back go away. Is it the weight of the world that makes my back hurt so?
A single seed ripped blindly from the window of a widows tear swollen soul. He tried to crouch at the onset of the incoming mortar round.
the form assumed in a primal position. thinking as a hunter she crouched down fueroucously and prepared to attack her victim. it wasn’t civilized, yes. but the primal urge took over her wil lto think and it all came down to survival. survival of the fittest
His canvas hat dripped like a dead fish off his bald head, heading toward the sewer of bad intentions. He stooped and crouched and bent like a crowbar to recover his cover but some things are not meant to be.
He sat under the log, his back brushing against the mossy bark. The shots rang down over his head, disturbing what would be a calm morning in the wood. His breathing grew heavier, shrapnel falls at his feet. Blurred shouts come from afar. He rises up, gun in hand, with his life in the balance and his future before him.
Crouch down under the couch. I need to crouch down and protect myself from the storm. Why am i writing about the word crouch when I have an entire paper I need to write? I will be failing my Spanish exam tomorrow because I am writing about crouch instead of studying. I will need to crouch down and brace myself from the storm of a grade that is sure to follow.
usually the ctrl button on the keyboard. sometimes it’s the c button. i think the c button to crouch is stupid as the c is so out of place and the ctrl button is by far the superior button to use. usually the ctrl button is used in fps and the c button in games that don’t require fast paced control. now i’m up on my last 10 seconds so i’m just writing letters… abcdef
i dont like the word crouch. it so9unds dirty. i wanna eliminate the r and make it couch. i like couch. or if i made the u an a then it would be coach. idk how i feel about that. i just dont like crouch. yuckity. i dont know what else to say! c is a weird letter. its the only letter thats not necessary. unless its next to an h.
When one crouches it is as if they are taking a break from standing up. Those who crouch need a rest from something that they are currently involved in. Most think while crouching although they are undecided whether they will sit down for long or get right back up.
Crouching is something ninja’s do pretty often. I mean think about it, they’re almost NEVER in a regular standing position, unless of course, they’re standing over your lifeless body looking down at you with a sense of triumph. Don’t stop to think about standing, but about ninjas, man.
i crouched on the forest floor. the berries surrounded me, squished on the ground. a multitude of colors flowed out of them. blue, red, pink. i looked up and saw only the branches of trees. was it day, was it night? i wouldnt know, until i could escape.
on the ground next to me and look me in the eye. We could sit on the couch but why? You make me want to squat and fart like a ninja on fire. But only when my knees bend and my heart breaks can I crouch next to you on our tight wire.
The man ducked the blow. He had never been in a real bar brawl before. Upon second thought it was probably better not to get involved. If he stayed crouching he figured most of the action would pass him by unnoticed.
they spent a while crouching in the dark, unable to get up because of the unknown before them, their knees shook, trembling as the night drew on.
I was walking around town when I noticed a crouching kitten beside the coffee shop. The little furry creature meowed at me and hesitated with its little paws to come toward me. So I knelt down and welcomed it with a, “here kitty kitty.”
Pain shoots up my spine as I drop into a crouch, the bullet barely grazing my shoulder. I bite my lip hard and feel the blood being to coagulate at the corner of it. Where did it all go wrong?
Bend low, crouch.
Hide your sights below, crouch.
Deep breaths now, deep breaths.
There’s not much you can do. Crouch.
They’re coming. They’re running.
They’re almost upon me.
I stoop lower. Crouch.
Oh God. Oh Lord. Son of a bitch.
Crouch. And I died on my knees.
She crouched; her shoulder blades sharp in its distinct form. She dared not make a noise. Her mind, body and soul concentrated on one goal: to catch her prey.
She lounged forward and the rest is up to her. To catch her goal; or miss it by a second or by a whole lifetime.
i kneel down to crouch.
praying
saying hi to kids
i dropped something, i crouch down
a team crouches down to talk about a play
crouch sounds like couch
i thought it said crotch at first.
crouch down
The word crouch sounds like something a cricket might say, or a sound it might make.
Growing up as the big brother, I but just one year older than my younger sister. We always wanted a puppy, but our parents refused. At about 5 and 6, she and I would play with stuffed animals, making believe in our hearts that they filled the hole that not having a actual pet made. But, it was not enough, and we would take turns crouching and letting the other hold the leash, being the best friend that we naively thought we never had while we were there next to one another all along.
He hid under the table, a cheeky impish smile shadowed by the dim lighting of the dining room. The inquisitive dog rounded the corner and sniffed the air, searching for his target. Suddenly, as if a draft of wind blew by, the dog whipped his head around, his mischievous eyes making contact with the boy.
The teacher had this peculiar motion… It was halfway between a crouch and a jump, almost like he was a rigid frog, hopping from spot to spot. He only ever acted like this when his coffee was cold and his hair far too tussled to be considered conscientious. His brow would furrow, he’d become cynical and then he’d just crouch… and jump. It was almost like he was trying to shake the bad life out of him. The students didn’t really know what to make of it, they just thought he was crazy. They just weren’t old enough yet, but even then, they were developing their own unique motions and methods of filtering out the bad… Soon enough, they’d just be like him. Although hopefully the rigid frog trait would remain insular. Whenever my coffee gets cold, he appears before me, and what a horrifying vision it is. A man who has lost his way so completely.
i crouch by the side of my bed in horror. it is not possible for this fact to be accepted. how can a mother consciously dispose of a daughter in this manner? i did no wrong, and now i’m nothing but trash.
Crouching behind the couch while the windows shattered and the bricks and bottles and bouncy balls rolled on the floor. Next time he would think twice before he insulted the preschool class walking past his house on yet another nonsensical fieldtrip, wasting the tax dollars of their parents. “Charge!” cried their teacher and the hellions advanced, frothing and sticky.
I was in a crouched position under the bed, hiding from what was to come. Away from my peers and expectations and obligations. It was so peaceful. And I looked up from my cacoon, I could see the world from such a clearer perspective.
Upon entering my house, it’s inevitable that I must crouch, to avoid hitting my head off a light fixture.
They didn’t like the jungle. They’d done this before, hidden with guns in hand, but they knew it was wrong, and they knew there’d be blood every time. “We aren’t alive,” one said to the next, and “Yes, I know,” was the reply, but it didn’t matter, they were crouching in time, mired in the muck of their own making.
We crouch and hide away, but in the light we see ourselves fully and truly at our most capable.
Aching knees, muddy jeans, brambles in my hair.
Feet soaked through, shoulders sunburnt.
Hours in this field.
Found the plant I was looking for.
Proved it still lived here.
crouch behind the world of shit talkers and secret self haters
i think not
the dirty things i’ve done can be washed clean
the things they’ve done to me, i couldn’t care less
i’m not afraid of this world, no not for a second
because,hate me all you want
wont make you better than me
there’s a million people in this world
and i prefer to talk to the ones with a brain on there shoulders
i crouch in the night waiting for them to approach. they won’t see and my stance doesn’t make a sound. Knees locked and body tense. I am a ninja. A ghost. I’m invisible. im crouched
Jim crouched low to avoid the gaze of the women down the train. He couldn’t get caught now. He was so close. only one more stop and he would be able to slip away unnoticed avoiding contact with her from then on out. Just a few more seconds