The stall was small, dark, and cramped. The straw lining the bottom was covered in dark stains, although where they had come from was a mystery. other than from the hatchling, that was– it was going to be nigh-impossible to get the gryphon to trust her. That was starting to be obvious: after coming from a place like this, she couldn’t expect him to like humans, let alone trust them.
horses, and barns…the smell of autumn and a cool breeze. ltos of flannel being worn with the scent of campfire lingering in the air. the scratch of hay tickeling your nose. the sun is setting in the distance and the day is coming to a close. sense of accomplishment and warmth inside.
to stop or to think; to create a diversion; to wait while have a really important reason to wait; to use strategy to get someone to avoid discovering something. a diversionary tactic. rather annoying if you are the victim.
When I first saw it, I couldnt really know what the meaning of teh word is. Anyway, then I remembered and found out that to stall actually means that to put smth off for some time. Personallly I stall a lot of things.
I walked into the stall and immediately saw it- “Justin was here”. I was transported to my 16-year-old self’s bedroom, reading my journal: “I heart Justin”. I occasionally still miss my old self, but then I realize how far I’ve come, and how many lessons I’ve learned since then.
stop. don’t think about it. if you think about it then it’s real. if you stall you don’t have to talk to him. look the other way. he won’t notice you if you don’t let him. you want him to notice you. but you don’t. if he notices you that means you’ll have to feel again. don’t feel again
I dashed through the building, looking for it. Why did it have to change constantly? I finally found the door and lunged through it, only to find it full of people.
Why oh why oh why did it have to be this way? All of the stalls were full. Every last one of them.
I stalled in my brand new car on 5th avenue, i did it on purppose cause i wanted to see the beautiful lady in the pink and white dress. She is tall and lanky, and im short and fat
i hate stalling, because it keeps me from all the wonderful things in the world. frigging horses come from stalls, and i think they make delicious pastries. is this really all their is to the universe? prompts, floating in space? i think not. i keep trying to not stall out, but i fall short. if i think i’m falling, i really, or is it all a dream?
I will stall and not do my work. when I stall it is fun because I don’t have to do my work and get to do the things I want to do – however I don’t get my work done and it is all waiting for me when I done.
I once tried to drive my brothers automatic. It didn’t really work, i kept stalling…but this was when i was 16, just learning to drive in general.No what i’m almost 21 I want to learn how to really drive a standard,I didn’t get discouraged; it’s all about baby steps.
she looks out at me through the barn doors the heavy wooden doors that hold her inside her eyes hold all the secrets of the world her ungroomed coat is heaven in my hands
Sometimes it takes me a minute to get on task, and sometimes it takes me a minute to decide NOT to be on task.
Stalling’s good for you.
But not for your car. Then, it kills.
Especially in the middle of nowhere where your phone doesn’t work, and you don’t know anyway and you just know that you’re about to die, and be eaten by sasquatch and it just SUCKS.
It took me awhile, but I was really getting in the groove of this procrastinating thing. I mean, how hard is it, really? Doing somehting you WANT to do instead of something you’re SUPPOSED to do?
Sounds good to me!
It’s not so much fun when it happens to your car, though. Really, it kind of sucks.
Especially in the middle of nowhere. It’s a killer.
Fortunately, I keep things like flashlights and sleeping bags and extra shoes in my trunk, so even though my car refused to star back up again, I was pretty okay.
I’m trying hard to stall writing about anything important. In fact, that’s why I’m here. I procrastinating writing a paper for class. I really should get back to it. Oops, what if the world was stall as in bathroom stall? What if I misunderstood my essay topic too?!
To stall. We do it everyday. We want to leave the things behind that are to use painful, boring and simply just not as important as other things. We can use stalling to get what we want too. We can stall when we are heading out of the classroom so we can get the chance to speak to the boy we want to connect with but don’t know how. To stall, we do it everyday.
i hate it when i stall at a light when driving a stick shift. my kids think it’s hilarious, and when i do it they scream “embarrassing!!” they don’t really know why it’s embarrassing, but i’ve tried to explain it a couple of times and they think it’s pretty funny. i can vividly remember stalling as a 16 year old learning to drive a stick.
i stalled. i wanted to act but i couldn’t. every time i want to act i stall, and stalling has become for me a pass-time and a hobby, a friend, an enemy.
As I look around, I look at everywhere except the page. Stalling the inevitable. Look, look, look. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
I can’t keep on with this. I have to try someday. And maybe that day is today.
…
Or not.?
Don’t stall! Keep going! Don’t figure out a way to put off doing your paperwork and play a puzzle…watch TV…pick up a book…comb your hair…start the laundry…clean the room…water the plants…
“Please don’t stall, please don’t stall.” said the girl as she attempted to bring her car out of first gear as she climbed the hill in San Francisco. blah.
People who are afraid to do new things stall…. Making up axcuses not to have to do them. Maybe the’d be better of doing those new things, but they’ll never know cause they’re scared…
Stopping, pausing, second guessing yourself. What you do when you know you’re in trouble…delaying the inevitable. A bathroom, where you hide when you’re scared, or embarrassed or considering ending it all.
stall I irst thought of a car stalling, eginner at trafic lights hige embarrassment fear of failure becase you satlled n your driving test. Then I though about a plane stalling which isn’t the same. It s when a wing is going so slowly it loses lift and therefore it drops causing the plane to start to spiral spin downwards. Used as an aerobatic trick and makes you very dizzy.
Then there is the sort of stall that has an anilam in it. I imagie a row of contented horses each chewing hay with heads tied loosely at th backof the stall and all their tails hangin down as you look along the ro. The smell of the orses and of the leather n the tack room
The stall was small, dark, and cramped. The straw lining the bottom was covered in dark stains, although where they had come from was a mystery. other than from the hatchling, that was– it was going to be nigh-impossible to get the gryphon to trust her. That was starting to be obvious: after coming from a place like this, she couldn’t expect him to like humans, let alone trust them.
horses, and barns…the smell of autumn and a cool breeze. ltos of flannel being worn with the scent of campfire lingering in the air. the scratch of hay tickeling your nose. the sun is setting in the distance and the day is coming to a close. sense of accomplishment and warmth inside.
to stop or to think; to create a diversion; to wait while have a really important reason to wait; to use strategy to get someone to avoid discovering something. a diversionary tactic. rather annoying if you are the victim.
Do you know why you stall?
Bathrooms stalls, livestock stalls, stalling.
Life is full of stalling.
Stall, Stall, Stall. Oh no. The world has stopped.
When I first saw it, I couldnt really know what the meaning of teh word is. Anyway, then I remembered and found out that to stall actually means that to put smth off for some time. Personallly I stall a lot of things.
I walked into the stall and immediately saw it- “Justin was here”. I was transported to my 16-year-old self’s bedroom, reading my journal: “I heart Justin”. I occasionally still miss my old self, but then I realize how far I’ve come, and how many lessons I’ve learned since then.
Again I wait, wait for an answer while she points out the window warning me of a flying octopus.
Psh what rubbish, a flying oct- OMG!
stop. don’t think about it. if you think about it then it’s real. if you stall you don’t have to talk to him. look the other way. he won’t notice you if you don’t let him. you want him to notice you. but you don’t. if he notices you that means you’ll have to feel again. don’t feel again
….
…..
……
Wait one moment….
I’m not ready yet!
…Uhm…
LOOK OVER THERE!
*runs away*
a small shop or an eating stall or an exhibition stall
I dashed through the building, looking for it. Why did it have to change constantly? I finally found the door and lunged through it, only to find it full of people.
Why oh why oh why did it have to be this way? All of the stalls were full. Every last one of them.
No horses for me today.
I stalled in my brand new car on 5th avenue, i did it on purppose cause i wanted to see the beautiful lady in the pink and white dress. She is tall and lanky, and im short and fat
i hate stalling, because it keeps me from all the wonderful things in the world. frigging horses come from stalls, and i think they make delicious pastries. is this really all their is to the universe? prompts, floating in space? i think not. i keep trying to not stall out, but i fall short. if i think i’m falling, i really, or is it all a dream?
I love stalling my parents. It is so fun, i can do it for hours without getting stopped. its so fun because i don’t have to do work.
I will stall and not do my work. when I stall it is fun because I don’t have to do my work and get to do the things I want to do – however I don’t get my work done and it is all waiting for me when I done.
the bathroom stall was really nasty
the bathroom stall was really nasty
I’ll tell you right away, I promise. I won’t waste your time or mine, I’ll get right to the point. I’m sorry.
I once tried to drive my brothers automatic. It didn’t really work, i kept stalling…but this was when i was 16, just learning to drive in general.No what i’m almost 21 I want to learn how to really drive a standard,I didn’t get discouraged; it’s all about baby steps.
she looks out at me through the barn doors the heavy wooden doors that hold her inside her eyes hold all the secrets of the world her ungroomed coat is heaven in my hands
Sometimes it takes me a minute to get on task, and sometimes it takes me a minute to decide NOT to be on task.
Stalling’s good for you.
But not for your car. Then, it kills.
Especially in the middle of nowhere where your phone doesn’t work, and you don’t know anyway and you just know that you’re about to die, and be eaten by sasquatch and it just SUCKS.
It took me awhile, but I was really getting in the groove of this procrastinating thing. I mean, how hard is it, really? Doing somehting you WANT to do instead of something you’re SUPPOSED to do?
Sounds good to me!
It’s not so much fun when it happens to your car, though. Really, it kind of sucks.
Especially in the middle of nowhere. It’s a killer.
Fortunately, I keep things like flashlights and sleeping bags and extra shoes in my trunk, so even though my car refused to star back up again, I was pretty okay.
delay season sun car tall wait wait wait unsure afraid insecure fight warrior bathroom
at first i thought about bathroom stalls, but then i thought about my life.
I’m trying hard to stall writing about anything important. In fact, that’s why I’m here. I procrastinating writing a paper for class. I really should get back to it. Oops, what if the world was stall as in bathroom stall? What if I misunderstood my essay topic too?!
Magally
lshakinglikemilkl@yahoo.com
To stall. We do it everyday. We want to leave the things behind that are to use painful, boring and simply just not as important as other things. We can use stalling to get what we want too. We can stall when we are heading out of the classroom so we can get the chance to speak to the boy we want to connect with but don’t know how. To stall, we do it everyday.
stall
bathrooms feet i love you but i’m not sure i don’t have enough money white porcelain rings time pressure work waiting to go to work train delay
i hate it when i stall at a light when driving a stick shift. my kids think it’s hilarious, and when i do it they scream “embarrassing!!” they don’t really know why it’s embarrassing, but i’ve tried to explain it a couple of times and they think it’s pretty funny. i can vividly remember stalling as a 16 year old learning to drive a stick.
to purpously delay something or someone
i stalled. i wanted to act but i couldn’t. every time i want to act i stall, and stalling has become for me a pass-time and a hobby, a friend, an enemy.
As I look around, I look at everywhere except the page. Stalling the inevitable. Look, look, look. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
I can’t keep on with this. I have to try someday. And maybe that day is today.
…
Or not.?
Don’t stall! Keep going! Don’t figure out a way to put off doing your paperwork and play a puzzle…watch TV…pick up a book…comb your hair…start the laundry…clean the room…water the plants…
“Please don’t stall, please don’t stall.” said the girl as she attempted to bring her car out of first gear as she climbed the hill in San Francisco. blah.
bathroom stall
stalled car
horse stall?
stall stall
funny looking word
sssttttaaaaalllllllllllll!
People who are afraid to do new things stall…. Making up axcuses not to have to do them. Maybe the’d be better of doing those new things, but they’ll never know cause they’re scared…
Stopping, pausing, second guessing yourself. What you do when you know you’re in trouble…delaying the inevitable. A bathroom, where you hide when you’re scared, or embarrassed or considering ending it all.
in the bathroom where you poop
ON THE MARKET PLACE THE BOY RAN WITH A COLLAR TOOK FROM THAT STALL
stall I irst thought of a car stalling, eginner at trafic lights hige embarrassment fear of failure becase you satlled n your driving test. Then I though about a plane stalling which isn’t the same. It s when a wing is going so slowly it loses lift and therefore it drops causing the plane to start to spiral spin downwards. Used as an aerobatic trick and makes you very dizzy.
Then there is the sort of stall that has an anilam in it. I imagie a row of contented horses each chewing hay with heads tied loosely at th backof the stall and all their tails hangin down as you look along the ro. The smell of the orses and of the leather n the tack room