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Steps are crucial in order to reach your goal. Without steps one is left tumbling and falling through a never-ending abyss, plagued by a suffocating blanket of black. Without steps one is left confused and dizzy, unable to grasp even the most simplest of ideas.
By mizuuu URL on 11.01.2012
the stairs unfolded in front of her at an alarming speed. “There are so many.” she thought as she gazed out at the endless amount of death platforms. “HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO HELP ME??” she yelled at the defining darkness, her words reverberating and hitting her ears again in an eerie echo: “-HELP ME! -help me! -help me!”
By Skyler on 11.01.2012
I take a few steps forward, and one step back when I see what’s been written on the sidewalk. In blue chalk, scrawled across my front doorstep are the words: “Blue skies are grey.” Overhead, the clouds rumbled in agreement.
By Baylee E. URL on 11.01.2012
I never forget a set of steps. Repetitive as it is, whether you stride or hop or run or make a slow, depressed, elderly progress, you can never forget the way steps grind away your soul. Nineteenth century painted restorations covered in cheap carpet in an old farmhouse, the long stone slabs of government landmarks, the weird artificially marbled tiles of institutions that smell like bleach and sweat at once… do you ever pause before the staircase, meaning to begin the climb, but struck by a terrible inertia?
By serelloo URL on 11.01.2012
I’ll never forget the steps at my old home. They were steep and narrow, and seemed to go up forever. It didn’t help that they creaked whenever you stepped on them. But maybe the house was part of the problem. It was old and I hated it. But not as much as those long, frightening steps.
By Eliza5 on 11.01.2012
All this steps must be followed for the sake of the most ancinet of all laws, that is Love it self: Steps of a dancing heart they are thus.
By Ines URL on 11.01.2012
the steps leading up to macchu picchu were never-ending. the hike was the hardest thing i’ve ever done. steps leading up to the beach house in misquamicut, steps
By Ms. Davis on 11.01.2012
There were five or six steps between her and her new home in the Pacific Northwest. She would plot them out, one by one.
By Clarity URL on 11.01.2012
Her steps were small and tentative, quietly crunching the frost that had settled on the grass overnight. A cigarette dangled out of the side of her mouth. I watched as she softly exhaled. The stream of smoke escaping from her parted lips glittered int he cold air, turning to a cascade of ice crystals. I have never wanted anything in my entire life as much as I wanted her at that moment.
By WearyWater URL on 11.01.2012
He was sitting on the top of the building in the night. Brooding over how far off track his life had gone, Kione stared at the skyline of the city that had once been his. He had taken every step perfectly to get where he needed to be. Untill he fell. Missed one crucial detail and lost it all. All in a matte of seconds
By Danielle on 11.01.2012
I walk up the steps of our front school. Sadness outraged over me as I see my bestfriend talk to another. Mixed emotions overwhelm myself and just blow. I want to just die right there. Instead, courage overwhelms me as I walk on and smile. That’s the only thing I can do. It’s the only thing that’s possible to do. Being strong is the only way I can reach the steps to a better future. I just hope it’s a good future that I would enjoy. I love you.
By Lawrence URL on 11.01.2012
Heather took three tiny steps from her bed, then three more tiny steps toward the door. She heard three tiny scratches against the wooden frame. Always threes with her. She waited for synchronized rattling, harsh breathing, coming out in tripulets and triads like violently suffocated music.
She pushed her polished fingers into the knob but didn’t turn it. Three tiny breaths. Three tiny steps. But not from her. From outside.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 11.01.2012
It takes a bunch of steps to be confident. Especially when you don’t know what confidence feels like. And no one is there to help you. And you have to take all your steps by yourself. But isn’t it amazing when you realized you did it all by yourself? No thanks to any of these lazy people. All these people that want to see you fail.
By Swilltastic URL on 11.01.2012
The steps that I have taken in order to become the person I am have not come easily. Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I fell. Yet, when I look at all of the suffering that had been endured, I find that without that I would not be the amazingly altruistic person that I am today. I have found my way through the jaggers and although sometimes I get pricked from the leftovers, I just put on a band-aid and carry on.
By foost URL on 11.01.2012
Baby steps. That’s all I’m asking for. From myself, from others. I just want to see some progress, however small it might be. For me those baby steps are all about putting words to paper every single day. That is forward movement. That is growth. That is feeding the passion. All it takes is baby steps. And I’m happy.
By Kami Tilby URL on 11.01.2012
I took three steps down the stairs and the face planted. “Why must this always happen to me?” I questioned myself. And it wasn’t really an overstatement, either. I had done the same thing three times this week and I was beginning to question myself. Or at least my coordination when walking downstairs.
By Susan on 11.01.2012
“Take baby steps when you enter a new relationship,” my mother advised. I should have heeded those words before I jumped into this mess with him.
By leelee on 11.01.2012
steps steps steps
what comes next, what comes ahead, what is above
or below? will I trip? can I skip some?
Yes, but if I fall i have no one to blame
steps steps steps
why cant I skip ahead?
By max on 11.01.2012
Steps are what I take when I go to class every day. They are mostly short, but some can be long strides if I’m trying to make it to class quickly without running. Steps are also the things that leads you into homes. My old house used to have them and they were painted gray. I would like to have steps, and paint them wonderful colors.
By Alexandra Flores on 11.01.2012
Whenever i was little i feel down some steps and busted my head open. It was the first tramadic event that ive had in my life. I remeber it like it was yesterday. The blood running down my face and my mom screaming at me to stay still. i was at my tuoters house.
By Eliza on 11.01.2012
The child slid cautiously down the first step, fatty little feet reaching timidly through the air. She gingerly placed it, and when she had the courage, put her full weight on it. This wasn’t so hard, her tiny body reasoned, and she decended the next with greater speed. So confident was she by the third that she barely paid attention to where she put her toes; and with a great cry, they betrayed her.
By Marty URL on 11.01.2012
the steps to your mind are indifferent in ways only stars could describe. If I take one, then another, I don’t think I’ll miss whats left behind in its grandeur. For what a dark shell where the small brightness of hollowed-out possibilities can be discovered – on and on.
By Old Infancy URL on 11.01.2012
Dear One Word,
The steps I’ve been taking lately have been hard and full of obstacles. I know this isn’t the place to let everything go, but it just seems right. Life is full of hardships, some that will take a while to overcome. But to be able to work so hard for something and do everything necessary to get there and finally accomplish it is absolutely wonderful.
By Leo Angulo URL on 11.01.2012
there are many steps to independence
By therese URL on 11.01.2012
Two steps forward, eight steps back. It happens. Getting over the mountain and then finding yourself at the foot of it again, it doesn’t mean you’re done. It means nothing. It means that this is life, it’s a journey, and it goes on and on and on. So maybe, if you look at this in a different light there are no steps forward or back and it’s just now. The present. And what you’re going to do with it.
By Danaé on 11.01.2012
His steps were being watched and followed by something in the darkness. He stopped when he thought he may have heard something in front of him. He twitched his tail in a nervous manner.
By Matty URL on 11.01.2012
Finding your place and then the steps to escape and move on is life’s journey. The interesting bits of life happen outside your comfort zone in those places that you explore or create, where you can experiment and there is licence to fail and still carry on changing.
By Meredyth URL on 11.01.2012
Step by step. Frame by frame. Time you’ll need to deal with it.
By Jack Myller URL on 11.01.2012
She walked outside and sat down on the steps. They were old, and painted green. There were flicks of paint coming up all over, and it looked like it was a poor paint job to begin with. But still, they were a comfort.
By Tiffany URL on 11.01.2012
i will move onto a passage with every step i became. i am therefore i share myself my intentions my lessons and my teachings through steps. and if you want to learn move, take that first step on making the decision
By Raul Salas on 11.01.2012
The first time you kissed me was on those steps. That was a year ago. Yesterday you cried to me on those steps and apologized.
By lilldeh URL on 11.01.2012
I can hear my moms steps because she puts her heal first flopping her big feet down which makes a louder and very distinct sound. I can tell which person is in the house by the sound of their steps. Similarly everyone has their own walk. I once was walking along the road toward real life church which at one point was a block from my house and my friend said she could tell it was me from far away just by the way I walked. I don’t walk funny, I just walk like me, as do you, and everyone around you. You may have noticed this in your family already. Take a look around.
By sturmzie URL on 11.01.2012
I love you. We fight. I hate you. You apologize. Gained +1 knowledge point: Never point out how slow I’m going with my baby steps.
By Pip URL on 11.01.2012
My walking around you had always been more of a falter.
You made a couple steps down the stairs feel like bungie jumping into the grand canyon.
You never checked my harness.
By Stuart URL on 11.01.2012
1. “Look, honey! Her first steps!”
4. “Isabel, stop running around. I need to change you. Come here!”
15. “Don’t you dare stomp off when I’m talking to you, young lady.”
26. “Is your new place far from work? How long does it take to get there on foot?”
47. “I’d never have thought that one day you’ll be the one teaching me how to walk again.”
By Isabel URL on 11.01.2012
walk enerygey leg movement foot pace run
By Florence on 11.01.2012
I am something of a spirit, bu you always bring me back. My steps are sometimes reluctant, but one day you are going to call for me and I won’t resist, I think you know what follows next…
By Intuition on 11.01.2012
i count the endless steps to the peak of the trail. Hong Kong trails are all about these steps. They go up and down. Until you are done.
By octq on 11.01.2012
Steps. walking up them. knowing that behind that door is where we’ll undress. It’s where I’ll feel that warm kiss. again and again. always, if only. If only it were always. but then again, if that were so… walking up these steps wouldn’t be as exciting as it is now.
By Jackie on 11.01.2012
Each day is a brand new step.
A step towards your hopes and dreams
Where the sky almost seems
In your reach
Each day is a brand new step
Until your foot falls
And you land; dismayed
Your step slightly misplaced
By Ty on 11.01.2012
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