Under the couch there was a little key waiting for him to pick up. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he crouched down, picked it up and tossed it back and forth between his palms removing the dust. He walked towards the living room to try his grandfathers old letter box.
Frank
I was crouched in the bushes, hiding in the weeds
ready to prey on the harmless creatures that graze beyond my hiding spot
I wait and watch
crouched
i could crouch down and crawl underneath my desk right now. it’s a nice desk, one that has a… what is it? a rolly-top. that’s what i’ll call it, a rolly-top. there is a door in it. if you crouch down and under and go in the side, you can hide there. one time i hid there for hide and seek as a child, and it took my parents forever to find me.
MJ
Crouch. Crouch behind what? Crouch to hide? Crouch to escape? I find so much meaning in such a simple word. Maybe it’s because I crouch behind metaphorical things daily.
i crouched down to get the ball. crouch is a funny word the panther crouched ready to spring on his prey. we were perched on the couch crouched together.
Alexandra
she squinted into the sunlight
from her quiet place behind the birch
and watched as the tears on her cheeks made patterns into
the dirt
like stars
always hiding,
afraid of nothing
crouch in the tall grass, wait for a shot, look for the kill. heat creeping, sweat seeping. kill kill kill
tim
crouching reminds me of hiding from something, generally being afraid, its is not a nice word. However it also reminds me of a couch, of relaxing. in general, crouching is uncomfortable. feet hurt.
georgie
Hidden.
Under the thick
dying brush.
Crouching.
Under the loosely hanging leaves.
Tiptoeing through the browning grass.
An ivory mantle planted atop your head.
A trophy of murderers.
Best not be seen.
Best not be heard.
Stay hidden, stay quiet.
Solution to staying
alive.
As I crouch down, behind the ferns, I see what I’ve been waiting all this time to see. My heart beats loudly, the rhythm feels as though it will launch my feet and spring my claws before I’m ready.
But I am ready.
I’ve been ready for so long.
Matthew Goodwin
I crouch down in the bushes, spying on the enemy soldiers. “They’re coming up the hill.” I whisper to myself as the enemy march up the road. A twig cracked under my foot and the leader of the troops head spun around instantly and searched the scrub we were hiding in.
Crouching down to the ground. The sweltering heat pushed me so low I couldn’t imagine ever rising again. So low. So low.
Emily Minor
people crouch when they need to hide, or when they need to duck down from something. like if something were to hit them in the face. one might crouch to avoid the object in time. little kids also crouch to act like animals from the past, maybe dinosaurs. i dunno. but you get what im saying right?
Danielle
The crouching tiger snuck up upon the hidden dragon.
And Pounced.
Damn.
Another statue.
The tiger encircled the area, as though the dragon could be spotted anywhere.
But it was hidden…
And nobody messes with the fucking hidden dragon.
These were the last thoughts that entered my head as the fireball took my soul.
The lowly grasses crouched as the winds whispered chilly news. I just wanted to write a colorful sentence. All i actually thought of was a crouching tiger.
she stood standing there, holding the camera still as she could. but the angle’s wrong.
she bent down a bit, crouching near it, with the lens gripped tight, but the light is different here.
He crouched down, hiding behind the large box. “Damn you Tamaki,” He muttered under his breath, looking up at the couple in front of him.
“Now I feel like a stalker.. Thanks.”
Although, what he was doing could be considered a form of stalking he kept moving forward, following them as they moved through the busy crowd.
“No matter what, I won’t let you win this one.”
Not couch, silly, CROUCH! As in, down, below the car door where no one can see you against the curb. No one will see you this way. We can be safe and together down here near everyone’s feet as they walk by, carrying groceries or packages from the liquor store or whatever. Cheers.
I like to crouch, because it makes my bum look awesome. Crouching can be difficult at first, especially if you’re not used to any excercise, but if you stick with it you’ll soon see that crouching is the most fun way to be lower than when you’re standing.
Mick
Kneeling before the precipice, the weight of Atlas pressed upon the earth
Crows called their death song
The world stopped spinning to pray
It was scary, the thought of what they were doing. It was down right terrifying. There they were, hiding behind the couch while someone… someTHING ravaged the intruders. Where had they come from? What were they? Oh, God. They were next. She squeezed her eyes together and tried not to think about her impending doom.
Cassi Blevins
The woman crouched beside her dying cats in a frenzy of hysterical paranoia.
Her body was covered in oozing scrapes and cat scratches, mementos of her feline companions’ final hours. The attack was over; she had won. The cats, had fallen.
Ethan
to bend low to squat couching tiger hidden dragon commonly confused with the word crotch which describes the pubic arrea crouching low, get low, way low, do you wanna crouch oon my couch, crouch crunch crunch n munch is good newports taste good like a cigarette should crouch, who thought of that word? the crouching position, eady to attack, racoons attack, and they’ll kill you, i wonder if i crouch when they attack will they attack with vigor? is crouching a threatening posisition or a passive position crouch my crotch itches.
nicole gordon
The little cat crouched down in the corner. All of the cat’s muscles bunched together as it prepared to pounce and escape. The dog dripped spittle onto the floor in front of it, its hot breath blowing into the cat’s face. She jumped and narrowly escaped from the clutches of the dog, flying into safety. A safety she thought she would never have reached five seconds ago. Now she was free. A savor the word free for it is love and life and beauty. But now was not the moment, because danger was still eminent. With every bound of her paws the cat got closer and closer to rest and relaxation. The dog was still trailing behind, disoriented by her sudden movement. She rounded a corner and jumped onto familiar trashcans and through a window. Running, she flew into her nice cozy bed. FREE!
Kaleigh
Crouch by the side of the house tonight. You know how to get down nice and low so someone doesn’t see you, don’t you? Well, do that. In the shadows. Wait till the count of 1,000. Can you do that for me sugar? Okay, then.
Raymond Masters
when my family and i road-tripped through france, the only roadside toilet — that was exactly what we had been waiting for for hours — turned out to be a very tragic crouching situation with a roof.
I crouched behind the fallen wall and peered over hesitantly. The men walked by, grumbling as if they didn’t have a care int eh world. I suppose they didn’t. I most certainly did though. The black cloud behind them was moving in faster , but everyone besides myself seems to not have noticed.
N
I crouch on the floor against the wall.To cry. Not to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. But I think of everything I have done wrong, all my regrets, all my mistakes, everything that was my fault and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand the guilt, but without it, I feel like I don’t deserve to live. That’s why I do this so often. to remember my guilt. It’s the only way I can live… Then sometimes I wonder if I should renew the marks that are fading away. Sometimes I do. To remember what I have done. Then I put on a smile for no one would notice. But I wish they would.
The dark trees loomed ahead. The gloomy shadows hiding most of the white light from the moon. Only little slivers of light appeared on the ground. I was low, in the shrubs, hiding. The leaves brushed across my face. They scratched along my arms. Itched around my knee. Tickled my fingers. And the footsteps continued about 30 feet down the dirt path. Coming closer the steps became louder the I could see tiny little particles of dirt swirling in the slivers of moonlight. I jumped out of the brush and grabbed the jeans right in front of me.
“Gotcha!”
ducking low to the ground, invisible to people. below the bushes. Just your red shoes popping out, rain boots. You’re standing in a puddle. You’re hiding from your lover: you’re watching him, seeing what he does when no one else is looking. You always think about what you do when other people aren’t looking. Would you crouch if no one was around? You try to act prettier, smarter, even when you’re alone. It doesn’t seem like it should matter, how you act when you’re alone, but it’s practice for when you’re with him. You shouldn’t have to crouch but you do anyways, out of curiosity.
Carley DeFranco
I crouch on the floor against the wall.To cry. Not to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. But I think of everything I have done wrong, all my regrets, all my mistakes, everything that was my fault and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand the guilt, but without it, I feel like I don’t deserve to live. That’s why I do this so often. to remember my guilt. It’s the only way I can live… Then sometimes I wonder if I should renew the marks that are fading away. Sometimes I do.
I sat there, crouched, praying that my breathing would not be heard. What would happen if he heard me? If he saw the fear in my eyes?
Justin
I see something that makes me very uncomfortable and instantly I move towards the ground keeping my eyes level. looking away can make me be invisible, but I want to exist. I want to know my fate, and keeping my eyes open allows for that. But i am scared.
Claire Black
Barty Crouch. Ugh, that man really bothered me. To accuse your son and send your own wife to her death is just awful. I was so angry with him, but so happy that he was caught. I hate death eaters.
I don’t know what to write about the word crouch, possibly someone crouching which I wouldn’t know why, like in actions movies. the one thing I think about when I see the word crouch now that I think about it is when people crouch down to pick up little kids and now it makes me miss my nephews and nieces because I would always crouch down to their level to talk to them, hug them, or pick them up. it’s been awhile since I’ve last saw them, for me anyway, which is a few weeks…
Vanita
Crouched down on the floor against the wall. Crying about something. Can’t be to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. Then I stop for a moment and remember everything I regret and all the mistakes I have made and Everything I did wrong and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand it but without carrying all the guilt with me, I feel I don’t deserve to live. I think, should I do it? Should I go get it and use it? Renew the scars that are fading? I do this often. To remember what I have done.
crouch behind my knees
tilt your head,
open your mouth
take me in
and feel the cotton
skin that wraps me in
Under the couch there was a little key waiting for him to pick up. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he crouched down, picked it up and tossed it back and forth between his palms removing the dust. He walked towards the living room to try his grandfathers old letter box.
I was crouched in the bushes, hiding in the weeds
ready to prey on the harmless creatures that graze beyond my hiding spot
I wait and watch
crouched
“Without a bellyful of liquor, all I am is a woman who cracks stupid jokes to make up for being shy.” — Katie Crouch
i could crouch down and crawl underneath my desk right now. it’s a nice desk, one that has a… what is it? a rolly-top. that’s what i’ll call it, a rolly-top. there is a door in it. if you crouch down and under and go in the side, you can hide there. one time i hid there for hide and seek as a child, and it took my parents forever to find me.
Crouch. Crouch behind what? Crouch to hide? Crouch to escape? I find so much meaning in such a simple word. Maybe it’s because I crouch behind metaphorical things daily.
i crouched down to get the ball. crouch is a funny word the panther crouched ready to spring on his prey. we were perched on the couch crouched together.
she squinted into the sunlight
from her quiet place behind the birch
and watched as the tears on her cheeks made patterns into
the dirt
like stars
always hiding,
afraid of nothing
crouch in the tall grass, wait for a shot, look for the kill. heat creeping, sweat seeping. kill kill kill
crouching reminds me of hiding from something, generally being afraid, its is not a nice word. However it also reminds me of a couch, of relaxing. in general, crouching is uncomfortable. feet hurt.
Hidden.
Under the thick
dying brush.
Crouching.
Under the loosely hanging leaves.
Tiptoeing through the browning grass.
An ivory mantle planted atop your head.
A trophy of murderers.
Best not be seen.
Best not be heard.
Stay hidden, stay quiet.
Solution to staying
alive.
As I crouch down, behind the ferns, I see what I’ve been waiting all this time to see. My heart beats loudly, the rhythm feels as though it will launch my feet and spring my claws before I’m ready.
But I am ready.
I’ve been ready for so long.
I crouch down in the bushes, spying on the enemy soldiers. “They’re coming up the hill.” I whisper to myself as the enemy march up the road. A twig cracked under my foot and the leader of the troops head spun around instantly and searched the scrub we were hiding in.
Crouching down to the ground. The sweltering heat pushed me so low I couldn’t imagine ever rising again. So low. So low.
people crouch when they need to hide, or when they need to duck down from something. like if something were to hit them in the face. one might crouch to avoid the object in time. little kids also crouch to act like animals from the past, maybe dinosaurs. i dunno. but you get what im saying right?
The crouching tiger snuck up upon the hidden dragon.
And Pounced.
Damn.
Another statue.
The tiger encircled the area, as though the dragon could be spotted anywhere.
But it was hidden…
And nobody messes with the fucking hidden dragon.
These were the last thoughts that entered my head as the fireball took my soul.
Birds
Meal
Food
Key
The lowly grasses crouched as the winds whispered chilly news. I just wanted to write a colorful sentence. All i actually thought of was a crouching tiger.
she stood standing there, holding the camera still as she could. but the angle’s wrong.
she bent down a bit, crouching near it, with the lens gripped tight, but the light is different here.
He crouched down, hiding behind the large box. “Damn you Tamaki,” He muttered under his breath, looking up at the couple in front of him.
“Now I feel like a stalker.. Thanks.”
Although, what he was doing could be considered a form of stalking he kept moving forward, following them as they moved through the busy crowd.
“No matter what, I won’t let you win this one.”
Not couch, silly, CROUCH! As in, down, below the car door where no one can see you against the curb. No one will see you this way. We can be safe and together down here near everyone’s feet as they walk by, carrying groceries or packages from the liquor store or whatever. Cheers.
I like to crouch, because it makes my bum look awesome. Crouching can be difficult at first, especially if you’re not used to any excercise, but if you stick with it you’ll soon see that crouching is the most fun way to be lower than when you’re standing.
Kneeling before the precipice, the weight of Atlas pressed upon the earth
Crows called their death song
The world stopped spinning to pray
It was scary, the thought of what they were doing. It was down right terrifying. There they were, hiding behind the couch while someone… someTHING ravaged the intruders. Where had they come from? What were they? Oh, God. They were next. She squeezed her eyes together and tried not to think about her impending doom.
The woman crouched beside her dying cats in a frenzy of hysterical paranoia.
Her body was covered in oozing scrapes and cat scratches, mementos of her feline companions’ final hours. The attack was over; she had won. The cats, had fallen.
to bend low to squat couching tiger hidden dragon commonly confused with the word crotch which describes the pubic arrea crouching low, get low, way low, do you wanna crouch oon my couch, crouch crunch crunch n munch is good newports taste good like a cigarette should crouch, who thought of that word? the crouching position, eady to attack, racoons attack, and they’ll kill you, i wonder if i crouch when they attack will they attack with vigor? is crouching a threatening posisition or a passive position crouch my crotch itches.
The little cat crouched down in the corner. All of the cat’s muscles bunched together as it prepared to pounce and escape. The dog dripped spittle onto the floor in front of it, its hot breath blowing into the cat’s face. She jumped and narrowly escaped from the clutches of the dog, flying into safety. A safety she thought she would never have reached five seconds ago. Now she was free. A savor the word free for it is love and life and beauty. But now was not the moment, because danger was still eminent. With every bound of her paws the cat got closer and closer to rest and relaxation. The dog was still trailing behind, disoriented by her sudden movement. She rounded a corner and jumped onto familiar trashcans and through a window. Running, she flew into her nice cozy bed. FREE!
Crouch by the side of the house tonight. You know how to get down nice and low so someone doesn’t see you, don’t you? Well, do that. In the shadows. Wait till the count of 1,000. Can you do that for me sugar? Okay, then.
when my family and i road-tripped through france, the only roadside toilet — that was exactly what we had been waiting for for hours — turned out to be a very tragic crouching situation with a roof.
I crouched behind the fallen wall and peered over hesitantly. The men walked by, grumbling as if they didn’t have a care int eh world. I suppose they didn’t. I most certainly did though. The black cloud behind them was moving in faster , but everyone besides myself seems to not have noticed.
I crouch on the floor against the wall.To cry. Not to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. But I think of everything I have done wrong, all my regrets, all my mistakes, everything that was my fault and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand the guilt, but without it, I feel like I don’t deserve to live. That’s why I do this so often. to remember my guilt. It’s the only way I can live… Then sometimes I wonder if I should renew the marks that are fading away. Sometimes I do. To remember what I have done. Then I put on a smile for no one would notice. But I wish they would.
The dark trees loomed ahead. The gloomy shadows hiding most of the white light from the moon. Only little slivers of light appeared on the ground. I was low, in the shrubs, hiding. The leaves brushed across my face. They scratched along my arms. Itched around my knee. Tickled my fingers. And the footsteps continued about 30 feet down the dirt path. Coming closer the steps became louder the I could see tiny little particles of dirt swirling in the slivers of moonlight. I jumped out of the brush and grabbed the jeans right in front of me.
“Gotcha!”
ducking low to the ground, invisible to people. below the bushes. Just your red shoes popping out, rain boots. You’re standing in a puddle. You’re hiding from your lover: you’re watching him, seeing what he does when no one else is looking. You always think about what you do when other people aren’t looking. Would you crouch if no one was around? You try to act prettier, smarter, even when you’re alone. It doesn’t seem like it should matter, how you act when you’re alone, but it’s practice for when you’re with him. You shouldn’t have to crouch but you do anyways, out of curiosity.
I crouch on the floor against the wall.To cry. Not to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. But I think of everything I have done wrong, all my regrets, all my mistakes, everything that was my fault and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand the guilt, but without it, I feel like I don’t deserve to live. That’s why I do this so often. to remember my guilt. It’s the only way I can live… Then sometimes I wonder if I should renew the marks that are fading away. Sometimes I do.
I sat there, crouched, praying that my breathing would not be heard. What would happen if he heard me? If he saw the fear in my eyes?
I see something that makes me very uncomfortable and instantly I move towards the ground keeping my eyes level. looking away can make me be invisible, but I want to exist. I want to know my fate, and keeping my eyes open allows for that. But i am scared.
Barty Crouch. Ugh, that man really bothered me. To accuse your son and send your own wife to her death is just awful. I was so angry with him, but so happy that he was caught. I hate death eaters.
I don’t know what to write about the word crouch, possibly someone crouching which I wouldn’t know why, like in actions movies. the one thing I think about when I see the word crouch now that I think about it is when people crouch down to pick up little kids and now it makes me miss my nephews and nieces because I would always crouch down to their level to talk to them, hug them, or pick them up. it’s been awhile since I’ve last saw them, for me anyway, which is a few weeks…
Crouched down on the floor against the wall. Crying about something. Can’t be to loud, don’t want to wake anyone up. Then I stop for a moment and remember everything I regret and all the mistakes I have made and Everything I did wrong and I can’t stop crying. I can’t stand it but without carrying all the guilt with me, I feel I don’t deserve to live. I think, should I do it? Should I go get it and use it? Renew the scars that are fading? I do this often. To remember what I have done.
I tuck myself down to recover from the pain. I crouch. I’m hiding, soon I’ll be safe. I crouch. I breathe, I feel. I crouch.