Dusk in the city was more like a halo of suffocating black smog around the setting sun. Just looking at it made your throat sieze up and your head feel light and woozy.
Cayle
The yellow time of day when people crawl into their gardens or bedrooms for the evening. The smell of warm grass and the song of crickets. A nice red with some olives seem appropriate.
Simon
Sun setting, a brown disk settling into the dusty musk of dusk. The oranges of sunset were long gone, replaced by the volcanic ash and meteoric grayness.
Craig
When the dusk comes everyone cease to be human. We are human as long as some other human watches, so after dusk, tugged in sheets, we can be ourselves.
Sebastian
I can’t see my fingers. They’re in a box on the other side of the table, and Jerome is telling me how he found out who I was. My mother is sitting behind me and she hasn’t said a word all evening but I know what her face is like. I know the way she looks at me as he begins to cut open my forearms.
crabmuffins
its late, and not quite dark yet, and they start to scream behind me. Nobody really knows whats going on, and panic ensues. its a nice feeling, somehow, and the group includes you and nobody feels left out in their fear. Dusk comes, and with it the unknown. Smiling helps, because while you can’t see them, they can see you.
Hannah
Dusk is the time of day just before the sun sets. At dusk people begin realize that they cannot see objects clearly. Some birds and aniumals begin to hunt and therefore smaller animals who might be prey hide.
Ian Maclean
It was time. The skies were darkened just enough to pull off this caper. It was relatively low risk but then again, with this kind of thing there was always a risk of some kind. Being caught would be the least of his worries. There were far more dire consequences for the path he was taking.
Ev
From dawn to dusk,
nothing ever change.
Sleep all day,
play all night.
From dawn to dusk,
nothing ever change.
8
Dusk fell upon the country, the moonlight accentuating the slight curves of the grass as they maneuvered in the wind, their sharp tips crushed beneath the heavy weight of the boots that smothered them, crunching the thin grains and ultimately killing them.
Charlie
it was dusk and the only thing i could see was the headlights. the light screamed at me. next thing i new it was dusk with a whole new perspective. again past me. i start over with thoughts.
adam
the end of the day, before the coming of the night. hat twilight, the magical moment in which you can see clearly all your hopes, dreams, and aspirations for what they are. In this moment, this DUSK, you realize just what you’ve accomplished, and what you still have to do.
Austin Moore
Dusk is a place where we can all be happy knowing that everything that went before, mistakes and all, will be lost in the fading light.
Vinay
We hadn’t seen each other for a while, but his smile was the same. From the roof, dusk was spilling across the sky, and into our eyes, and tomorrow, everything would be normal again.
Luke
At dusk, the trains stop, the buses stop, and the cars stop, just for one second. The mind stops, the heart stops, the body stops, and the world is still for only a beat. The delicate outline of a Sun disappearing, an act of God or an act of science, hard to say.
Then it passes and life continues again. But I stay still, waiting for something to move me.
Michelle
The dusk is the time when farmers go home to rest.
Salmon
I awoke at dusk only to find my husband gone and a note saying he loved his secretary.
Olivia
i hate it.
for some reason it just makes me feel really emepty, im only waiting for the minutes to past till it’s night. althought it dosn’t really makes me feel any better.
shai
Dusk comes and the day is done.
Judy
til dawn… feels like ive been up all day from then. to top things off i got my car towed. seriously if youre reading this. when it says NO PARKING TOW AWAY. they mean it. at least in Orange County they do. and i swear im sorry no offense to you people but people from O.C. are like retarded… i mean who the fuck doesnt know wehre LAX is? whatever.
mike
is the time of the turning from day to night.
Darkness begins to fall, some say it’s when the freaks come out.
“Dawn to Dusk” you may have heard – this is a saying indicating the occurance of something lasting all day
Yeshi Dinesh
At dusk, I sometimes sit on the front porch and watch the lawn dissolve from its solid green into countless blades of grass. Then these grasses are spread with a chocolate smoothness, so gently I miss the moment when they disappear again, swallowed in night. Then I say “See you soon, Uncle Walt” and dissolve, too.
Brian Slusher
Dusk is the time of day when the sun is just starting to go down. It radiates an orange glow and beautiful sunset and this is usually the time when most kangaroos are out. When you drive by a forest or rec park, you have to watch carefully for kangaroos.. unless you want to end up with a huge dent in your car!
Kristen
Blast! She cried as she stubbed her toe on the ladder. This friggin’ trip had better be worth it!
It was past dusk and the colour had all drained from the landscape, all but the yellow glow beneath the lights along the dock.
Linda
omgosh i am totally waiting for dusk.. is it ever gonna happen? actually, time slowing down right about now would be great. Considering i havent slept normally in…. i dun even know how many nights, what day is it? oh dusk, be far far away. what i would give to have an extra 5 hours in the day, for the next week…. finals. boo. dusk. boo.
reinnevaplus
It was at dusk when I saw him leave.
The look in his face almost made me cry.
You could tell he had been hurt before, not sure how, but you could tell it hurt him deeply.
At dusk is when he came into my life, and at dusk is when he left.
I’ll always miss him, and I’ll always cry at dusk.
Hannah Helm
Business Life Cycle
Alok Mathur
the end of the day
chaos 1463
The powdery light of twilight’s sky fell onto her satin hair; it sparkled quietly under the soft glow of the single streetlamp which lit up the rest of the deserted street.
One step at a time, she walked forward into the nightsky, and as I watched her go, slowly engulfed by the navy-blue horizon, a single tear fell from my eye.
Dusk was always the saddest time of day.
Deis Innovant
Bending from pressure; falling with night. Pining each time their tricks blanket your sight.
nightshine
Night is falling, in violet and blue and indigo, amongst other colours. Orange, too. Mostly orange, but violet and blue and indigo stand out against a smoky orange sky. It’s beautiful, from my perch up here, where the birds wheel past my head and the wind makes rustling music in my ears.
Io
Dusk is the hour when the gold touches the horizon and the railroad tracks and the rocks on the railroad tracks. Dusk is in fair lady’s hair. Dusk is in the end.
Chauncey
Twilight and dirt, dirty desert and the moon just on the horizon big and swollen and yellow after twilight and dusk, dusk in the evening making everything hazy and crippling judgments. I kiss everybody then.
alyson
from dawn until, rhymes with husk, husker, the corn and the cob comes riding back into the night with the ominous and scary tidbit about the elves. the elves! oh dear lord, the elven nights of horrid rain and wear and tear and all the worst things you can imagine, just because of a couple of chimneys.
joe
Dusk walks atop the sky,
painting the rain in a blackish dye.
Dawn walks upon a new day,
forever enshrouded in shades of gray.
Rick Veloz
it was dusk when they walked along the beach, hand in hand, feet splashing through the shallow water. the cuff of his jeans were soaked, but he didn’t mind. the wind and the salt made him smile…and maybe, he smiled because she was there, too.
marie
dusk, reminds me of today. christopher and i went to victor. to fight. we were fighting, because i am annoying and he is impatient. but then, we weren’t fighting anymore. he tackled me and we lay in the grass by victor field, looking up at the stars. except, there were no stars that night. only clouds. it was overcast. then we ran back to the party, it was nice.
joell
at dusk the ball of the sun dissapears and flys off into the sandy beaches. his mom called him home for summer. if you went over to his house you would see a nice table set. On the table is vegetarian food. A lentil dinner bake. yum!
Jainy
Dusk is amazing, lol. I feel really alive while I’m watching it, it’s simply beautiful.
4543
favorite time of day….magical .
things are possible, moreso than ever.
magic.
magic. but i never see it….
Dusk in the city was more like a halo of suffocating black smog around the setting sun. Just looking at it made your throat sieze up and your head feel light and woozy.
The yellow time of day when people crawl into their gardens or bedrooms for the evening. The smell of warm grass and the song of crickets. A nice red with some olives seem appropriate.
Sun setting, a brown disk settling into the dusty musk of dusk. The oranges of sunset were long gone, replaced by the volcanic ash and meteoric grayness.
When the dusk comes everyone cease to be human. We are human as long as some other human watches, so after dusk, tugged in sheets, we can be ourselves.
I can’t see my fingers. They’re in a box on the other side of the table, and Jerome is telling me how he found out who I was. My mother is sitting behind me and she hasn’t said a word all evening but I know what her face is like. I know the way she looks at me as he begins to cut open my forearms.
its late, and not quite dark yet, and they start to scream behind me. Nobody really knows whats going on, and panic ensues. its a nice feeling, somehow, and the group includes you and nobody feels left out in their fear. Dusk comes, and with it the unknown. Smiling helps, because while you can’t see them, they can see you.
Dusk is the time of day just before the sun sets. At dusk people begin realize that they cannot see objects clearly. Some birds and aniumals begin to hunt and therefore smaller animals who might be prey hide.
It was time. The skies were darkened just enough to pull off this caper. It was relatively low risk but then again, with this kind of thing there was always a risk of some kind. Being caught would be the least of his worries. There were far more dire consequences for the path he was taking.
From dawn to dusk,
nothing ever change.
Sleep all day,
play all night.
From dawn to dusk,
nothing ever change.
Dusk fell upon the country, the moonlight accentuating the slight curves of the grass as they maneuvered in the wind, their sharp tips crushed beneath the heavy weight of the boots that smothered them, crunching the thin grains and ultimately killing them.
it was dusk and the only thing i could see was the headlights. the light screamed at me. next thing i new it was dusk with a whole new perspective. again past me. i start over with thoughts.
the end of the day, before the coming of the night. hat twilight, the magical moment in which you can see clearly all your hopes, dreams, and aspirations for what they are. In this moment, this DUSK, you realize just what you’ve accomplished, and what you still have to do.
Dusk is a place where we can all be happy knowing that everything that went before, mistakes and all, will be lost in the fading light.
We hadn’t seen each other for a while, but his smile was the same. From the roof, dusk was spilling across the sky, and into our eyes, and tomorrow, everything would be normal again.
At dusk, the trains stop, the buses stop, and the cars stop, just for one second. The mind stops, the heart stops, the body stops, and the world is still for only a beat. The delicate outline of a Sun disappearing, an act of God or an act of science, hard to say.
Then it passes and life continues again. But I stay still, waiting for something to move me.
The dusk is the time when farmers go home to rest.
I awoke at dusk only to find my husband gone and a note saying he loved his secretary.
i hate it.
for some reason it just makes me feel really emepty, im only waiting for the minutes to past till it’s night. althought it dosn’t really makes me feel any better.
Dusk comes and the day is done.
til dawn… feels like ive been up all day from then. to top things off i got my car towed. seriously if youre reading this. when it says NO PARKING TOW AWAY. they mean it. at least in Orange County they do. and i swear im sorry no offense to you people but people from O.C. are like retarded… i mean who the fuck doesnt know wehre LAX is? whatever.
is the time of the turning from day to night.
Darkness begins to fall, some say it’s when the freaks come out.
“Dawn to Dusk” you may have heard – this is a saying indicating the occurance of something lasting all day
At dusk, I sometimes sit on the front porch and watch the lawn dissolve from its solid green into countless blades of grass. Then these grasses are spread with a chocolate smoothness, so gently I miss the moment when they disappear again, swallowed in night. Then I say “See you soon, Uncle Walt” and dissolve, too.
Dusk is the time of day when the sun is just starting to go down. It radiates an orange glow and beautiful sunset and this is usually the time when most kangaroos are out. When you drive by a forest or rec park, you have to watch carefully for kangaroos.. unless you want to end up with a huge dent in your car!
Blast! She cried as she stubbed her toe on the ladder. This friggin’ trip had better be worth it!
It was past dusk and the colour had all drained from the landscape, all but the yellow glow beneath the lights along the dock.
omgosh i am totally waiting for dusk.. is it ever gonna happen? actually, time slowing down right about now would be great. Considering i havent slept normally in…. i dun even know how many nights, what day is it? oh dusk, be far far away. what i would give to have an extra 5 hours in the day, for the next week…. finals. boo. dusk. boo.
It was at dusk when I saw him leave.
The look in his face almost made me cry.
You could tell he had been hurt before, not sure how, but you could tell it hurt him deeply.
At dusk is when he came into my life, and at dusk is when he left.
I’ll always miss him, and I’ll always cry at dusk.
Business Life Cycle
the end of the day
The powdery light of twilight’s sky fell onto her satin hair; it sparkled quietly under the soft glow of the single streetlamp which lit up the rest of the deserted street.
One step at a time, she walked forward into the nightsky, and as I watched her go, slowly engulfed by the navy-blue horizon, a single tear fell from my eye.
Dusk was always the saddest time of day.
Bending from pressure; falling with night. Pining each time their tricks blanket your sight.
Night is falling, in violet and blue and indigo, amongst other colours. Orange, too. Mostly orange, but violet and blue and indigo stand out against a smoky orange sky. It’s beautiful, from my perch up here, where the birds wheel past my head and the wind makes rustling music in my ears.
Dusk is the hour when the gold touches the horizon and the railroad tracks and the rocks on the railroad tracks. Dusk is in fair lady’s hair. Dusk is in the end.
Twilight and dirt, dirty desert and the moon just on the horizon big and swollen and yellow after twilight and dusk, dusk in the evening making everything hazy and crippling judgments. I kiss everybody then.
from dawn until, rhymes with husk, husker, the corn and the cob comes riding back into the night with the ominous and scary tidbit about the elves. the elves! oh dear lord, the elven nights of horrid rain and wear and tear and all the worst things you can imagine, just because of a couple of chimneys.
Dusk walks atop the sky,
painting the rain in a blackish dye.
Dawn walks upon a new day,
forever enshrouded in shades of gray.
it was dusk when they walked along the beach, hand in hand, feet splashing through the shallow water. the cuff of his jeans were soaked, but he didn’t mind. the wind and the salt made him smile…and maybe, he smiled because she was there, too.
dusk, reminds me of today. christopher and i went to victor. to fight. we were fighting, because i am annoying and he is impatient. but then, we weren’t fighting anymore. he tackled me and we lay in the grass by victor field, looking up at the stars. except, there were no stars that night. only clouds. it was overcast. then we ran back to the party, it was nice.
at dusk the ball of the sun dissapears and flys off into the sandy beaches. his mom called him home for summer. if you went over to his house you would see a nice table set. On the table is vegetarian food. A lentil dinner bake. yum!
Dusk is amazing, lol. I feel really alive while I’m watching it, it’s simply beautiful.
favorite time of day….magical .
things are possible, moreso than ever.
magic.
magic. but i never see it….