Crossword-Solution: CREAKING
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Creaking | p. pr. & vb. n. | of Creak |
| Creaking | n. | A harsh grating or squeaking sound, or the act of making such a sound. |
We have 14 clues for the answer “CREAKING”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Giving away an intruder, maybe | 1 answer |
| oxidised | 15 answers |
| rusted | 16 answers |
| croaking | 17 answers |
| eaten | 17 answers |
| discoloured | 18 answers |
| rusty | 21 answers |
| unsharpened | 32 answers |
| Strident | 47 answers |
| Impaired | 60 answers |
| Stale | 61 answers |
| unskilful | 65 answers |
| Aged | 70 answers |
| Antiquated | 73 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
EERTA
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with CREAKING (5)
From far within him he heard a creaking as of rusty portals, and through them came a stern tap-tap-tap, like hammering in the night when one cannot sleep.
The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs.
Utterson, and tell me, is that the doctor’s foot?” The steps fell lightly and oddly, with a certain swing, for all they went so slowly; it was different indeed from the heavy creaking tread of Henry Jekyll.
The steps came creaking up the stairs—the intolerable distress of the situation woke the stricken resolution of the lads—they were about to spring for the closet, when there was a crash of rotten timbers and Injun Joe landed on the ground amid the debris of the ruined stairway.
Hastening down the creaking and carpetless staircase, she found her way into the garden, gathered some of the most perfect of the roses, and brought them to her chamber.
Quotes with CREAKING (3)
I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. But where The wind is westerly, Where gnarled November makes the spiders fly Into the apparitions of the sky, They purpose nothing but their ease and die Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;
But Robin: their dear little Robs. More than ten years later, his death remained an agony; there was no glossing any detail; its horror was not subject to repair or permutation by any of the narrative devices that the Cleves knew. And — since this willful amnesia had kept Robin's death from being translated into that sweet old family vernacular which smoothed even the bitterest mysteries into comfortable, comprehensible form — the memory of that day's events had a chaotic, fr…
She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours, and many a middle of a night I could hear her creaking around the dead house with a pen in one hand, a clipboard and a flashlight in the other, refining her poems, jotting down the lines of a conceit. Writing never came easy for her; it gave her calluses. She never courted the muses, she wrestled them, mauled them all over the house and came up, after we…