everyone stood around the crane. They waited and waited but the crane didnt more. Everyone poured out of hthe crane as it glistened like a spaceshipt. ASlines came out and blasted all the people one by one. They we[pt and cried. Until I CANME and blasted away all the aliens. Everyone chee
Jay
there was a giant crane on the play ground. no one quite new why. it was very odd, seeing it, hanging in the sky while we played on the monkey bars. it was just sitting there, claws empty, as if waiting for the perfect child to stumble by for it to pick up in its grasp. it was strange to think about.
melissa
I’ll open my arms, really wide, like I’m going in to hug a giant. And I’ll stretch on my tip toes as I try to touch the nearest cloud. I’m not close enough, so I’ll do the best I can to lean my head as far away from my body as it will go, so that I will be long enough.
the crane fell over and two dozen died. it was an unfortunate accident but very preventable. lawsuits will follow. andrew will lose his job and the company will fold. but that wont bring anyone back.
staceybreck
he made a paper crane.
it was beautiful.
he gave it to her.
she set it on fire.
She craned her neck as far back as possible, to see if he was still looking at her. He was. This could’nt be the end. She just knew their paths would cross again, some day, somewhere, some time. For the moment though, she was determined to continue turning back to see him, for as long as possible.
travellati
“Did you see t hat crane sitting there as we drove by?”
“The one at the construction site I htnk that it might have been there yesterday too.”
“I am surprised tat they are able to get back to work so quickly! I was only three days ago that the other crane crashed into the building next door.”
Todd craned his neck to see the man on the rooftop. He was dressed in a Spider-Man suit and playing a banjo. Next, the Rockettes came trotting down the street dressed in giant fuschia tyrannosaurus costumes. Todd looked at his wristwatch as it slowly melted off his arm.
that is a bird. it can also be a construction site tool. it is in kung fu panda. that has jack black and angelina jolie, and they are pretty cool…. so are you! :) so what up?
Jane
a crane is the thing they use for construction. crane kind of reminds me of the word crayon. but it has nothing to do with it. cranes terrify me. i think they’re going to fall on me while driving past them on a highway. i hope a crane never kills me. a crayon could kill me. at least i would be colorful then.
Natalie Djuric
His fingers brushed against the paper, memories dripping from his skin and into the crane as though giving it life. For the briefest, most beautiful of moments, he was God.
Emma
once I read a book about sadako and the thousand cranes. I remember this book made me extremely emotional because it was about a little girl who gets cancer because of radiation from the bombs dropped on japan in the 1940s. I didn’t really understand what nuclear war or cancer was at that time of my life. I think I cried a lot during this book. the cranes symbolized her struggle to heal, if she folded 1000 paper cranes, she would be well again. I think she died.
elisse
I love paper cranes. They fill me with such joy. About 20 or so folds and something beautiful comes up. They signify and inner peace to me. No matter how stressful my life is, how depressed or heartbroken I am, I have some serenity when I fold my paper cranes.
i have been able to make origami cranes since the fifth grade. i loved origami and its the only thing i remember how to make. there is a story from japan, that if you make 1000 paper cranes, it will cure any illness. so anytime i have some spare paper, i make a crane. just to be sure. if I am ever terminally ill, I will get 1000 sheets and just fold.
Richard Leyland
There was a crane on a boat with a face in the side. They ran and ran all night without a care in the world, then one day there was another crane with a face that had to scream with all it’s might before it had to know what was really ging on, and they ran until they hit the sky with all their might,. I don’t know what you’re talking about they would say, but no one heard becasue they just ran ans the crane waited for them to come back
Mattie
CRANES :) paper cranes are much better than the giant cranes. srsly did you ever learn to make a paper crane at primary school? i did and i still make really epic paper cranes to this day and hang them in my room. i wonder if you could get a crane driver to hang paper cranes?
cassie
There was a bird down the river from me as I floated down carelessly. It was a blue bird with long legs and neck. It was a crane; a blue heron. He was so beautiful… So majestic. I was dumbstruck for a moment… It was a moving moment.
Rose C.
I stood awkwardly craning my neck over my best friends shoulder. “Give it back!” My arms flailed around her torso, trying to take back the phone she had stolen from me. She cackled and began typing.
“OMG I am ttly in luv w/u, jsyk!” She enunciated each letter before hitting send to the cute boy in my calculus class. I shrieked.
Once upon a time when I was a little girl I visited a zoo. There at that zoo I saw many cranes. I was so afraid. They were taller then me! Little did I know I would grow to be taller then every crane in the world. Imagine that.
One fold, another, yet another. a form is beginning.Yet another fold, yet another, it is finished. A crane. A symbol of peace, crafted from paper. It adds to the pile. only 585 left to go.
It took everything I had not to crane my neck to look at her. She was beautiful. Just magic to look at. Her stride was like watching a show. A runway model. But yet she had the edgyness of a new yorker. I wanted every bit of me to stand up at that moment and make her see me. I didn’t. Once again a passed opportunity. I’ll try again tomorrow.
I saw the crane floating above the horizon, just hovering in the place between morning and night, and it finally touched down in the place my heart never left.
Alison
taking off the lake
wings stretching out
ascending into the heavens
majestic, elegant, powerful
the rising sun
moon goddess
killer of Poseidon’s wards
crane
Marielen Mincu
I crane my neck to find you
You’re across the room
Talking to a
Very
Important
Person
But you feel me looking at you
And glance my way
You smile
I smile
And we go on
Keeping our secret a bit longer
If only just for fun
The crane had a claw that captured my creativity
It creeped in such a way I cringed
Carefully choosing correct vocabulary
The crane made my cursive crazy to the human catarack
The crane had a claw that captured my creativity
Allee Cooper
One word we should all value is life, lets live it fully. We must not ponder or bother too much, just recognize the moment and make this your one word.
kimba Collymore
The buildings were already tall, but getting taller every day. The cranes were doing most of the tough work, four stories in the air. A man stood on a beam overlooking his progress.
Jaime
u can lift up almost anything by employing cranes. Oh, and crane is also a bird right?
efsd
She envisaged one corner meeting another as his rough fingers fumbled with the blue sparkling square base; at each fold, his face turned tomato red, as he struggled to complete such a simple task. Olivia remembered his face when he finally transformed a 10cm x 10cm square piece of paper into a crane. His soft lips widened, to show off the deep holes in his face. His hazelnut eyes twinkled with happiness as his hands handed her the blue crane.
As she broke out of her day dream, her eyes met the crane. Once was a light blue crane, Olivia witnessed a damp, scrunched up piece of paper. A single tear trickled down her left cheek.
I saw you flying in the sun one day. You weren’t white. You were black. WHy? maybe because you were a silhouette. I may not have seen your true image. I may have only seen an essence of you.
good at it work as a bird as a machine for hanging and fishing am i right just think about it. it has all the solution to concentration and power
vinay krishna mishra
You crane your neck to see over the crowd, turn your head from side to side. Then you spot her, on the other side of the room, and you begin to move toward her, pushing people aside, saying, “scuse me, scuse me.” But you don’t see me, you never do. We are the characters from a twisted fairy tale or a Taylor Swift song, the kind of people who could be meant for each other but never get a chance because their lifelines are parallel. And everyone knows that parallel lines never cross.
a crane can be one of two thing, a bird or a machine used for lifting and carrying heavy objects. i prefer the former, just because animals are the shit. cranes are often found near water. i think they’re white and and feathery and have long orange legs. of course, i could be wrong. but my time’s up.
Olivia Romano
How wet, white and sexy it is. It is the most sexiest bird of all. Oh, how is emerges from the water beneath. As it comes up, it seems so very sensual. It is like a princess living in a beautiful birds body.
Sammy Salazar
I craned my neck above the crowd. She was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe I should have called her name.
It doesn’t matter anymore, she was too short to find anyway.
the crane wife by the decemberists. tall, blonde willowy and trapped by the sea. floating around miserable capturing children hopes and seashells and locking them in a mahoghany box
morgan
I fucking hate cranes’ they eat my aunt’s koi fish all the time and I had to install a net over her pond to protect them…stupid tall lanky dumb birds. They can all rot in bird hell for all I care…crane’s? good word…jerks [Editor’s note: sorry]
Spaceman
the bird of asian grace. it stands erect in it’s white gracefulness and surveys the stillness of the pond. early as the sun rises the crane perched aside the lake on his branch so thin, looks out over his kingdom ready for a new day.
everyone stood around the crane. They waited and waited but the crane didnt more. Everyone poured out of hthe crane as it glistened like a spaceshipt. ASlines came out and blasted all the people one by one. They we[pt and cried. Until I CANME and blasted away all the aliens. Everyone chee
there was a giant crane on the play ground. no one quite new why. it was very odd, seeing it, hanging in the sky while we played on the monkey bars. it was just sitting there, claws empty, as if waiting for the perfect child to stumble by for it to pick up in its grasp. it was strange to think about.
I’ll open my arms, really wide, like I’m going in to hug a giant. And I’ll stretch on my tip toes as I try to touch the nearest cloud. I’m not close enough, so I’ll do the best I can to lean my head as far away from my body as it will go, so that I will be long enough.
the crane fell over and two dozen died. it was an unfortunate accident but very preventable. lawsuits will follow. andrew will lose his job and the company will fold. but that wont bring anyone back.
he made a paper crane.
it was beautiful.
he gave it to her.
she set it on fire.
She craned her neck as far back as possible, to see if he was still looking at her. He was. This could’nt be the end. She just knew their paths would cross again, some day, somewhere, some time. For the moment though, she was determined to continue turning back to see him, for as long as possible.
“Did you see t hat crane sitting there as we drove by?”
“The one at the construction site I htnk that it might have been there yesterday too.”
“I am surprised tat they are able to get back to work so quickly! I was only three days ago that the other crane crashed into the building next door.”
Todd craned his neck to see the man on the rooftop. He was dressed in a Spider-Man suit and playing a banjo. Next, the Rockettes came trotting down the street dressed in giant fuschia tyrannosaurus costumes. Todd looked at his wristwatch as it slowly melted off his arm.
that is a bird. it can also be a construction site tool. it is in kung fu panda. that has jack black and angelina jolie, and they are pretty cool…. so are you! :) so what up?
a crane is the thing they use for construction. crane kind of reminds me of the word crayon. but it has nothing to do with it. cranes terrify me. i think they’re going to fall on me while driving past them on a highway. i hope a crane never kills me. a crayon could kill me. at least i would be colorful then.
His fingers brushed against the paper, memories dripping from his skin and into the crane as though giving it life. For the briefest, most beautiful of moments, he was God.
once I read a book about sadako and the thousand cranes. I remember this book made me extremely emotional because it was about a little girl who gets cancer because of radiation from the bombs dropped on japan in the 1940s. I didn’t really understand what nuclear war or cancer was at that time of my life. I think I cried a lot during this book. the cranes symbolized her struggle to heal, if she folded 1000 paper cranes, she would be well again. I think she died.
I love paper cranes. They fill me with such joy. About 20 or so folds and something beautiful comes up. They signify and inner peace to me. No matter how stressful my life is, how depressed or heartbroken I am, I have some serenity when I fold my paper cranes.
i have been able to make origami cranes since the fifth grade. i loved origami and its the only thing i remember how to make. there is a story from japan, that if you make 1000 paper cranes, it will cure any illness. so anytime i have some spare paper, i make a crane. just to be sure. if I am ever terminally ill, I will get 1000 sheets and just fold.
There was a crane on a boat with a face in the side. They ran and ran all night without a care in the world, then one day there was another crane with a face that had to scream with all it’s might before it had to know what was really ging on, and they ran until they hit the sky with all their might,. I don’t know what you’re talking about they would say, but no one heard becasue they just ran ans the crane waited for them to come back
CRANES :) paper cranes are much better than the giant cranes. srsly did you ever learn to make a paper crane at primary school? i did and i still make really epic paper cranes to this day and hang them in my room. i wonder if you could get a crane driver to hang paper cranes?
There was a bird down the river from me as I floated down carelessly. It was a blue bird with long legs and neck. It was a crane; a blue heron. He was so beautiful… So majestic. I was dumbstruck for a moment… It was a moving moment.
I stood awkwardly craning my neck over my best friends shoulder. “Give it back!” My arms flailed around her torso, trying to take back the phone she had stolen from me. She cackled and began typing.
“OMG I am ttly in luv w/u, jsyk!” She enunciated each letter before hitting send to the cute boy in my calculus class. I shrieked.
Revenge is a bitch.
Once upon a time when I was a little girl I visited a zoo. There at that zoo I saw many cranes. I was so afraid. They were taller then me! Little did I know I would grow to be taller then every crane in the world. Imagine that.
One fold, another, yet another. a form is beginning.Yet another fold, yet another, it is finished. A crane. A symbol of peace, crafted from paper. It adds to the pile. only 585 left to go.
It took everything I had not to crane my neck to look at her. She was beautiful. Just magic to look at. Her stride was like watching a show. A runway model. But yet she had the edgyness of a new yorker. I wanted every bit of me to stand up at that moment and make her see me. I didn’t. Once again a passed opportunity. I’ll try again tomorrow.
I saw the crane floating above the horizon, just hovering in the place between morning and night, and it finally touched down in the place my heart never left.
taking off the lake
wings stretching out
ascending into the heavens
majestic, elegant, powerful
the rising sun
moon goddess
killer of Poseidon’s wards
crane
I crane my neck to find you
You’re across the room
Talking to a
Very
Important
Person
But you feel me looking at you
And glance my way
You smile
I smile
And we go on
Keeping our secret a bit longer
If only just for fun
machine that destroys
The crane had a claw that captured my creativity
It creeped in such a way I cringed
Carefully choosing correct vocabulary
The crane made my cursive crazy to the human catarack
The crane had a claw that captured my creativity
One word we should all value is life, lets live it fully. We must not ponder or bother too much, just recognize the moment and make this your one word.
The buildings were already tall, but getting taller every day. The cranes were doing most of the tough work, four stories in the air. A man stood on a beam overlooking his progress.
u can lift up almost anything by employing cranes. Oh, and crane is also a bird right?
She envisaged one corner meeting another as his rough fingers fumbled with the blue sparkling square base; at each fold, his face turned tomato red, as he struggled to complete such a simple task. Olivia remembered his face when he finally transformed a 10cm x 10cm square piece of paper into a crane. His soft lips widened, to show off the deep holes in his face. His hazelnut eyes twinkled with happiness as his hands handed her the blue crane.
As she broke out of her day dream, her eyes met the crane. Once was a light blue crane, Olivia witnessed a damp, scrunched up piece of paper. A single tear trickled down her left cheek.
“Where are you, James?” she croaked.
I saw you flying in the sun one day. You weren’t white. You were black. WHy? maybe because you were a silhouette. I may not have seen your true image. I may have only seen an essence of you.
good at it work as a bird as a machine for hanging and fishing am i right just think about it. it has all the solution to concentration and power
You crane your neck to see over the crowd, turn your head from side to side. Then you spot her, on the other side of the room, and you begin to move toward her, pushing people aside, saying, “scuse me, scuse me.” But you don’t see me, you never do. We are the characters from a twisted fairy tale or a Taylor Swift song, the kind of people who could be meant for each other but never get a chance because their lifelines are parallel. And everyone knows that parallel lines never cross.
one thing i remember about cranes are the paper cranes. cute and colorful paper cranes. I remember korean shows when I see one. :)
a crane can be one of two thing, a bird or a machine used for lifting and carrying heavy objects. i prefer the former, just because animals are the shit. cranes are often found near water. i think they’re white and and feathery and have long orange legs. of course, i could be wrong. but my time’s up.
How wet, white and sexy it is. It is the most sexiest bird of all. Oh, how is emerges from the water beneath. As it comes up, it seems so very sensual. It is like a princess living in a beautiful birds body.
I craned my neck above the crowd. She was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe I should have called her name.
It doesn’t matter anymore, she was too short to find anyway.
the crane wife by the decemberists. tall, blonde willowy and trapped by the sea. floating around miserable capturing children hopes and seashells and locking them in a mahoghany box
I fucking hate cranes’ they eat my aunt’s koi fish all the time and I had to install a net over her pond to protect them…stupid tall lanky dumb birds. They can all rot in bird hell for all I care…crane’s? good word…jerks [Editor’s note: sorry]
the bird of asian grace. it stands erect in it’s white gracefulness and surveys the stillness of the pond. early as the sun rises the crane perched aside the lake on his branch so thin, looks out over his kingdom ready for a new day.