I took a deep breath and looked up at the tower looming over me. Vines crawled up the sides, drilling holes into the already weary stone that constructed the tower, and I could see birds’ nests nestled among the hungry vegetation. A small smile touched my lips for a moment; those birds must feel like the Gods of the world, looking over the entire valley from their small perches.
what does loom mean? i’ve never heard this word before in my life. it’s mool backwards. although, i dont think mool is a word. I will use this sometime on scrabble in the near future once i know what it means. I’m guessing it has something to do with wool. or the moon. but backwards…… ish. please describe to me what this word, “loom” means.
Leah
looming over me, the fear of it
the fear of discrimination
the fear of judgment
walking up those stairs,
is my heart beating from the walk or the fear?
the pressure that looms
like a dark shadow over my head
miranda-rosa
i have no idea what that word means… i’m spanish. sounds like something cows do but backwards, like… MOO!… and then someone shuts the cow’s mouth with his hand and there comes the L.
San Bridges
The looming, ominous shadow kept the children in a constant state of shock. They knew not what to do, or how to behave. All they knew was that they were scared; nobody was going to save them.
Niki Wezensky
everything I look at and walk through, its just a daze. a loom. a foggy world. i cant see, i cant feel anything, its a very weird sensation. i cant breathe almost. its too much. oh my gosh, im suffocating, its collapsing around me. its taking me from this world. i cant,
i cant do it, im dying. im done. im leaving. this loom, this fog, this room of nothing is engulfing me. its almost done. one more second, oh my god. im dead.
the loom was broken, broken into pieces. the shattered wood was thrown about the floor in an uneven pattern, like a child had just thrown a tantrum. it was the remains of a family, the remains of what had been clumsily sewn together. the loom was irreparable, and so were they.
Ella
Derek loomed over Maria’s shoulder, watching the computer screen flash in horrid colors. The news was streaming and they were watching the coverage of the shooting down the street. The family that lived there was the nicest ever. Maria could not remember many times the mother
the sunflower did not know of
anything but the sun
it spent all its time looking up
at greatness
satisfied, if not happy.
it could not see its leaves withering,
the aphids gnawing
at its underbellies; it could not hear
the footsteps of its gardener
brandishing shears.
it could not feel its brethren getting cut
at the ankles,
betrayed and bouqueted.
it never found out that the sun
was no savior,
that bright things were full of cowardice,
having never been in the dark.
it did not know it had been left
for dead.
there was something in the loom. It was magic and the fabrics that it brought together made the person they were built for succeed. This was a magical loom that had no limits and only one price. Shame.
Shannon
the dark goblet underneath the water gleamed in the moonlight. He stood on the bridge and wondered how many other men carrying burdens upon their shoulders had started at that goblet before him.
Eden Leslie
Its what people make rugs out of right? Though it kind of sounds horrible to. Fear is looming over me. It hurts my mind and my eyes. The exams are looming over me. Oh no.
Eleanna
Spin me a web of tales and fortunes
From the loom of fate and time,
Build me a dream to set my sights on
From a place filled with guile and rhyme,
Let me embrace the stars during the day
And say goodnight to the dawn,
The night is the blackness and light of my soul,
It keeps me journeying on.
When darkness and sadness looms over you, just know that I’ll always be here for you.
Nyan
it’s a shadow, a spirit that hovers above me, its unfinished business preventing it from fleeting into the atmosphere, into the ether…
sonicspider
the darkness loomed in the atmosphere. His eyes were piercing her soul and left a mark that she couldn’t erase form her skin, leaving a sinking feeling
sewing in downtown London fat people get clothes that aren’t quite they’re sizes and they get upset because of how badly and tightly these newly knit and loomed clothes fit them. This causes large riots of very large people who attack Parliament. They get funky with it and decide that this is all too exhausting
Travis
i’m not actually sure what loom is but i’m sure it’s quite an interesting word. so yesterday i put clothes on my dog and took a bunch of pictures of her. it was really hilarious. i also had a bad day yesterday so that helped a lot. okay so i’m not sure when this’ll end… but bye!
Alyssa M
darkness seems to be every where, just looming over head ready to strike at any moment.
sarah
I felt tired. I loomed over my bed as the clock stroke 1am. Part of me told myself I need to get some rest. The other part me didn’t. I felt sick. Disgusted with my actions. How could I have done that to him. Why? What was my motive?
Chelsea
he loomed over her dead body at the crime scene. something called to him, he didn’t know what. but he had a feeling he knew her. the sight of her reminded him of his mother’s unfortunate death
Chelsea
Danger loomed as I continued trudging forward. My steps hastened and I started running. I didn’t know why. I didn’t have a reason. I just kept running, kept moving forward. It was too late to turn back.
I had fallen in love with her.
Nyan
The rain thundered on my skin with unrelenting force, seeping into my clothes and tangling my hair. It only obscured my vision even more, with my glasses lost on the gravel and the darkness hanging overhead. The house loomed in front of me, looking every bit as uninviting as it had the night before, and the night before that; heavy blackout curtains hung closed in every window and dirt had begun to turn the once white bricks to a ghastly grey.
Gulping down the familiar unsettled feeling, I wiped the make-up running under my eyes away and pushed the dark locks of hair from my face, taking strong steps to try and make myself feel braver. As always, the door creaked open when I reached the ornate porch, and I looked into the dusk shrouded corridor with a feeling of dread.
Rachel
everyday im shadowed by the problems i seem to pay for
that I didnt cause because i was your loss
and now I weeping on the floor
time to shine settle the score
dont forget my game
Loom leads me to fame
The dark highway sped by his car as he raced along the forest. He was still miles from his destination, and there was much to do upon his arrival. The trees loomed out above the road, seeming almost to reach into his thoughts and pull from him the anxiety he held.
Elijah
My eyes squint against the sun as I place a figure looming in the distance: wiry, skeletal, a simple face. A figure I recognise. Wielding a lit cigarette raised to chapped lips, taking a long drag and exhaling a murky cover of smoke, doubling as a source of concealment.
Our teacher runs up to you and tells you to put it out and you walk back and you catch your reflection in the gleam of my glasses and wink.
An ominous cloud looms in the distant, silently promising a tempest for the coming night. Hours later the terrifying boom of thunder wakes me from a fitful sleep.
I loomed over the body of my dead brother, unable to speak. Why did he have to leave so early? He was twenty-one. He was the only idol I had in this god-forbidden world. I just have to put my head up high and
Austin Edington
Moon, mool, loom. no can’t stop because if something looms over you, then it will be like a fingernail growing back crooked. And looming, what does that actually look like anyway? Like a shadow that drenches you because the sun is hidden, soapy and ink like, or like a dodge man in a coat, pointy 40’s hat and crooked finger directed at you, saying, it’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault.
An invention for an old time. No one I know uses one nowadays. I have always wanted to feel the strings between my fingers, and touch the wood of the structure. There’s one thing about buying clothes from the shops, but completely another to make something of your own. It always makes a difference.
is a tree that dances all the time and when people come and touch the loom they dance forever and cant stop anymore, and when other people come, all people fall in love with him/her and his/her dancing, so that in the end(of course there is no end) all people are fallen in love with each other
sabina
In a tower, in a castle, on a hill, there was a loom. Everyone knew why it was there–the old story, of the girl who could spin gold, had spread like wildfire. Years later, it hadn’t quite died out–girls far and wide were tested in schools; “do you have the power?” “Is it you?” “Look at her hair, if it’s not her, I’ll skin myself.”
T. Ramachandran
it creeps in
closer
the giant shadow of our
years
a time of light and
star-gazed love
now swallowed by the
leering beast of
betrayal.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the tower looming over me. Vines crawled up the sides, drilling holes into the already weary stone that constructed the tower, and I could see birds’ nests nestled among the hungry vegetation. A small smile touched my lips for a moment; those birds must feel like the Gods of the world, looking over the entire valley from their small perches.
what does loom mean? i’ve never heard this word before in my life. it’s mool backwards. although, i dont think mool is a word. I will use this sometime on scrabble in the near future once i know what it means. I’m guessing it has something to do with wool. or the moon. but backwards…… ish. please describe to me what this word, “loom” means.
looming over me, the fear of it
the fear of discrimination
the fear of judgment
walking up those stairs,
is my heart beating from the walk or the fear?
the pressure that looms
like a dark shadow over my head
i have no idea what that word means… i’m spanish. sounds like something cows do but backwards, like… MOO!… and then someone shuts the cow’s mouth with his hand and there comes the L.
The looming, ominous shadow kept the children in a constant state of shock. They knew not what to do, or how to behave. All they knew was that they were scared; nobody was going to save them.
everything I look at and walk through, its just a daze. a loom. a foggy world. i cant see, i cant feel anything, its a very weird sensation. i cant breathe almost. its too much. oh my gosh, im suffocating, its collapsing around me. its taking me from this world. i cant,
i cant do it, im dying. im done. im leaving. this loom, this fog, this room of nothing is engulfing me. its almost done. one more second, oh my god. im dead.
the loom was broken, broken into pieces. the shattered wood was thrown about the floor in an uneven pattern, like a child had just thrown a tantrum. it was the remains of a family, the remains of what had been clumsily sewn together. the loom was irreparable, and so were they.
Derek loomed over Maria’s shoulder, watching the computer screen flash in horrid colors. The news was streaming and they were watching the coverage of the shooting down the street. The family that lived there was the nicest ever. Maria could not remember many times the mother
the sunflower did not know of
anything but the sun
it spent all its time looking up
at greatness
satisfied, if not happy.
it could not see its leaves withering,
the aphids gnawing
at its underbellies; it could not hear
the footsteps of its gardener
brandishing shears.
it could not feel its brethren getting cut
at the ankles,
betrayed and bouqueted.
it never found out that the sun
was no savior,
that bright things were full of cowardice,
having never been in the dark.
it did not know it had been left
for dead.
i did not want to know.
i did not want to know.
there was something in the loom. It was magic and the fabrics that it brought together made the person they were built for succeed. This was a magical loom that had no limits and only one price. Shame.
the dark goblet underneath the water gleamed in the moonlight. He stood on the bridge and wondered how many other men carrying burdens upon their shoulders had started at that goblet before him.
Its what people make rugs out of right? Though it kind of sounds horrible to. Fear is looming over me. It hurts my mind and my eyes. The exams are looming over me. Oh no.
Spin me a web of tales and fortunes
From the loom of fate and time,
Build me a dream to set my sights on
From a place filled with guile and rhyme,
Let me embrace the stars during the day
And say goodnight to the dawn,
The night is the blackness and light of my soul,
It keeps me journeying on.
When darkness and sadness looms over you, just know that I’ll always be here for you.
it’s a shadow, a spirit that hovers above me, its unfinished business preventing it from fleeting into the atmosphere, into the ether…
the darkness loomed in the atmosphere. His eyes were piercing her soul and left a mark that she couldn’t erase form her skin, leaving a sinking feeling
sewing in downtown London fat people get clothes that aren’t quite they’re sizes and they get upset because of how badly and tightly these newly knit and loomed clothes fit them. This causes large riots of very large people who attack Parliament. They get funky with it and decide that this is all too exhausting
i’m not actually sure what loom is but i’m sure it’s quite an interesting word. so yesterday i put clothes on my dog and took a bunch of pictures of her. it was really hilarious. i also had a bad day yesterday so that helped a lot. okay so i’m not sure when this’ll end… but bye!
darkness seems to be every where, just looming over head ready to strike at any moment.
I felt tired. I loomed over my bed as the clock stroke 1am. Part of me told myself I need to get some rest. The other part me didn’t. I felt sick. Disgusted with my actions. How could I have done that to him. Why? What was my motive?
he loomed over her dead body at the crime scene. something called to him, he didn’t know what. but he had a feeling he knew her. the sight of her reminded him of his mother’s unfortunate death
Danger loomed as I continued trudging forward. My steps hastened and I started running. I didn’t know why. I didn’t have a reason. I just kept running, kept moving forward. It was too late to turn back.
I had fallen in love with her.
The rain thundered on my skin with unrelenting force, seeping into my clothes and tangling my hair. It only obscured my vision even more, with my glasses lost on the gravel and the darkness hanging overhead. The house loomed in front of me, looking every bit as uninviting as it had the night before, and the night before that; heavy blackout curtains hung closed in every window and dirt had begun to turn the once white bricks to a ghastly grey.
Gulping down the familiar unsettled feeling, I wiped the make-up running under my eyes away and pushed the dark locks of hair from my face, taking strong steps to try and make myself feel braver. As always, the door creaked open when I reached the ornate porch, and I looked into the dusk shrouded corridor with a feeling of dread.
everyday im shadowed by the problems i seem to pay for
that I didnt cause because i was your loss
and now I weeping on the floor
time to shine settle the score
dont forget my game
Loom leads me to fame
today feels sad and over lacking
need a broom to sweep the corner
and the problems i have been facing
dont
gloom
no room
its just loom
smile
The dark highway sped by his car as he raced along the forest. He was still miles from his destination, and there was much to do upon his arrival. The trees loomed out above the road, seeming almost to reach into his thoughts and pull from him the anxiety he held.
My eyes squint against the sun as I place a figure looming in the distance: wiry, skeletal, a simple face. A figure I recognise. Wielding a lit cigarette raised to chapped lips, taking a long drag and exhaling a murky cover of smoke, doubling as a source of concealment.
Our teacher runs up to you and tells you to put it out and you walk back and you catch your reflection in the gleam of my glasses and wink.
An ominous cloud looms in the distant, silently promising a tempest for the coming night. Hours later the terrifying boom of thunder wakes me from a fitful sleep.
I loomed over the body of my dead brother, unable to speak. Why did he have to leave so early? He was twenty-one. He was the only idol I had in this god-forbidden world. I just have to put my head up high and
Moon, mool, loom. no can’t stop because if something looms over you, then it will be like a fingernail growing back crooked. And looming, what does that actually look like anyway? Like a shadow that drenches you because the sun is hidden, soapy and ink like, or like a dodge man in a coat, pointy 40’s hat and crooked finger directed at you, saying, it’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault.
An invention for an old time. No one I know uses one nowadays. I have always wanted to feel the strings between my fingers, and touch the wood of the structure. There’s one thing about buying clothes from the shops, but completely another to make something of your own. It always makes a difference.
Danger was just around the corner in the alleyway.I had my gun drawn.
This thought always seem to loom deep within my mind.
is a tree that dances all the time and when people come and touch the loom they dance forever and cant stop anymore, and when other people come, all people fall in love with him/her and his/her dancing, so that in the end(of course there is no end) all people are fallen in love with each other
In a tower, in a castle, on a hill, there was a loom. Everyone knew why it was there–the old story, of the girl who could spin gold, had spread like wildfire. Years later, it hadn’t quite died out–girls far and wide were tested in schools; “do you have the power?” “Is it you?” “Look at her hair, if it’s not her, I’ll skin myself.”
it creeps in
closer
the giant shadow of our
years
a time of light and
star-gazed love
now swallowed by the
leering beast of
betrayal.