Stood. Stood is the past tense of “stand” and a word that is commonly used especially in fiction-writing. I don’t like this word because it sounds kinda horrible. But that’s just me.
I stood at the peak of my existence and looked beyond to the whisps of tomorrow. I could not see them clearly, and yet they beckoned to me to continue.
I stood at the counter, crying. I couldn’t believe how much this affected me. Most onions weren’t too bad, but this one was filling my kitchen with fumes, and the tears were flowing. I needed to get the onion cut so that it would work in my recipe, but this was just ridiculous. I couldn’t stop crying!
i stood there staring out my widow
thinking about what i had givin him last night
it made me feel warm inside
i closed my eyes and hugged myself, took in a deep breath and smiled
so there i stood
looking through the same eyes with a different perspective
i stood down by the side of the street and looked into her eyes. her eyes were beautiful, and i was lost inside them. i knew right there and then, as the rain fell heavily on me, that i loved her.
I stood on the platform, watching you go. You said that you needed time to think… to experience life. How long will you be away, I asked. You couldn’t answer me. And so I wait…
I stood alone at the edge. The earth fell away before me and revealed air, the sheer cliff face, and far below, the rushing water at the bottom of the canyon. “Every time,” I remarked to Jason as he carefully walked up behind me. “Every time I stand at the edge, I wonder if this time, I’ll be able to fly.”
I stood silently, and looked down at the crowd. The old man in the front row was chewing gum; it was very distracting. As I tried to shrink away from the spotlight, Joe prodded me in the back, pushing me forwards. I felt like melting from the heat…
I stood silently, and looked down at the crowd. The old man in the front row was chewing gum; it was very distracting. As I tried to shrink away from the spotlight, Joe prodded me in the back, pushing me forwards.
I think I stand alone on this. People keep pissing all over themselves to get connected with everyone they know or might know or might want to know. Not me, though. I already feel overly connected. I just want a little of the distance back.
Stood. The Past form of stand. Stooding is an incorrect use of the word stood. One time i stood in front of a bakery waiting for fresh doughnuts. I did not want to stood after eating them. However, the doughnuts where outstooding. At first i was really confused after seeing this word as i went a whole 12 hours without sleeping or having stood.
‘…but she underSTOOD’, he said earnestly, as though that would convince the parents-of-the-accused that an aged border collie knowingly led him astray.
Cocoa eyes watched the exchange enquiringly. She tilted her head towards him and her tail wagged hesitantly. She, faithful to the last. He, always the betrayer.
I stood on the porch, waiting for the man to come with the briefcase. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I needed the money. No one ever suspected I was the man in the mask.
There I stood on my own. The words of the song echoes in her brain as she was preparing for a solo protest for a cause she would die for. And no one was there to join her, but it mattered not one bit.
She stood at the door, a parrot in a cage at her feet. An elderly man answered the bell, looked down and scowled. “Leave the damn bird in the garage,” he said.
He stood in place, and finally understood what came of faith, and the absence of faith, and everything in his life that he had ever believed or wanted to believe came shining back to him in the bright gleam off the side of the polished chrome of the guillotine’s blade.
Stood up for his life. If that ever made any sense. He kept fighting, because life’s a fight.
“Life is hard,” he’d always say.
“Compared to what?” I’ll ask.
And he’ll punch me in the face.
i remember where we stood the first time we exchanged words. i walked up to him and introduced myself, i saw something i craved and knew i had to go after it. his infectious smile lured in me and fills my mind with memories of where we stood and where we will stand
I stood there, watching the sun fade from the sky like a ball of orange flame. Nothing could have been more beautiful.
My life flashed before me as I stood watching the night come around.
stand, standing…he was standing on a sidewalk filled with grief. I’m not sure why the sidewalk was grieving, but it did make it very slick. The man tried to stand as hard as he could on this slick surface but slipped and fell on his butt.
I stood under the bridge waiting for the child to pass. The kid was a runner for his older brother and was the only one the police would let go by without asking questions.
Everything froze. Even the breeze halted it’s slow movement through the hallway as he uttered those two words with such finallity. The months had been hard but she never thought it could come to this. Tears wished to well in her eyes but even they obeyed the unheard command for this moment to last forever. With two simple words everything in her world had stopped. I’m leaving; it’s all he had to do to stop all life for just one moment that dragged on. This one moment stood still in time. The rest came quickly as time sped back up to catch up except she still couldn’t move. Forzen; destined to watch him turn his back and walk out. The moment burned into her memory; the moment time stood still just for her.
Stood. There she stood looking down the road as the one meaningful person in her life drove far, far away. She stood with her eyes open. She stood with her chin up. She stood
I stood on the deck, wondering when he was going to come. It was nerve-wracking, terrifying, the anticipation and the excitement, the not knowing and the wanting it to happen and yet not wanting. Sometimes it all seemed too much, just silliness, and I’d wander inside to make a cup of tea of see what was on the television, but inevitably I’d end up back on the deck, waiting.
I stood wondering what i should write here, weather or not a comedy should take place or a deep horryfying triller in which the murder turns out to be a chicken. I decided to—— well i forgot to put my name here so now i stand waiting for the timer to finish so i get to see what happens when i put my name in and weather or not i can register before the site dies again
He stood her up after her best friend showed up at his front door. She was unsuspecting. She didn’t know her boyfriend and her best friend were lying to her face, together behind her back, loving in her place. Don’t stand for what’s wrong.
I stood at the foot of the bed wondering what to do next. It was simple really. I just walk out. That was it. Just walk and don’t look back, don’t think about it, and don’t regret a moment of what happened.
i stood there blazed and almost subconsious due to the massive amounts of whiskey that flowed through my veins. it is the beginning of somehting great. i am starting it off right and i stand here.
i understood immediately what he meant. she had been murdered. i would never see her smiling face again. the light would never shine through the trees onto her gorgeous, smiling, face again. in fact, the light would never at all, shine again.
I stood above the bridge, overlooking the waves crashing down upon the rocks. So stereotypical for a somber day, I thought, yet still the feelings of happiness resided in me., His face broke through the clouds and the sun was shining over head, yet the rain kept pouring. Cold and colder it got, but the sun still bright above the sky. The devils’ beating his wife, I thought. It’s something, my moth use to say to me. Very graphic to say to a child, yet it stuck with me to adulthood. a forecasting shadow on a world I’m falling into, but i can’t stop now, I can look back but I just can;t stop now…
as i stood in the doorway the bell rang from outside. What was i to do, it was too late. They had moved on and now so did I. I had much to plan in the coming months, I’ll start by taking one step.
Is there such thing as standing your ground? Because I never get my way – no, I always compromise. But I feel like people who stand where they are are much more successful in life, at least in careers, than people who let
Stood. Stood is the past tense of “stand” and a word that is commonly used especially in fiction-writing. I don’t like this word because it sounds kinda horrible. But that’s just me.
He stood upon a mountain-top, looking down upon the new land ahead of him. He had travelled a long way to stand here.
when you standing in one place for a long time. you are standing there in the past tense, and then you sit down, but you stood a mintue ago.
I stood at the peak of my existence and looked beyond to the whisps of tomorrow. I could not see them clearly, and yet they beckoned to me to continue.
I stood at the counter, crying. I couldn’t believe how much this affected me. Most onions weren’t too bad, but this one was filling my kitchen with fumes, and the tears were flowing. I needed to get the onion cut so that it would work in my recipe, but this was just ridiculous. I couldn’t stop crying!
i stood there staring out my widow
thinking about what i had givin him last night
it made me feel warm inside
i closed my eyes and hugged myself, took in a deep breath and smiled
so there i stood
looking through the same eyes with a different perspective
i stood down by the side of the street and looked into her eyes. her eyes were beautiful, and i was lost inside them. i knew right there and then, as the rain fell heavily on me, that i loved her.
I stood on the platform, watching you go. You said that you needed time to think… to experience life. How long will you be away, I asked. You couldn’t answer me. And so I wait…
I stood alone at the edge. The earth fell away before me and revealed air, the sheer cliff face, and far below, the rushing water at the bottom of the canyon. “Every time,” I remarked to Jason as he carefully walked up behind me. “Every time I stand at the edge, I wonder if this time, I’ll be able to fly.”
I stood silently, and looked down at the crowd. The old man in the front row was chewing gum; it was very distracting. As I tried to shrink away from the spotlight, Joe prodded me in the back, pushing me forwards. I felt like melting from the heat…
I stood silently, and looked down at the crowd. The old man in the front row was chewing gum; it was very distracting. As I tried to shrink away from the spotlight, Joe prodded me in the back, pushing me forwards.
I think I stand alone on this. People keep pissing all over themselves to get connected with everyone they know or might know or might want to know. Not me, though. I already feel overly connected. I just want a little of the distance back.
Stood. The Past form of stand. Stooding is an incorrect use of the word stood. One time i stood in front of a bakery waiting for fresh doughnuts. I did not want to stood after eating them. However, the doughnuts where outstooding. At first i was really confused after seeing this word as i went a whole 12 hours without sleeping or having stood.
‘…but she underSTOOD’, he said earnestly, as though that would convince the parents-of-the-accused that an aged border collie knowingly led him astray.
Cocoa eyes watched the exchange enquiringly. She tilted her head towards him and her tail wagged hesitantly. She, faithful to the last. He, always the betrayer.
I stood on the porch, waiting for the man to come with the briefcase. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I needed the money. No one ever suspected I was the man in the mask.
You stood in my place. All I received was grace while You took all my punishment.
There I stood on my own. The words of the song echoes in her brain as she was preparing for a solo protest for a cause she would die for. And no one was there to join her, but it mattered not one bit.
stooooooood!! STOOOOOD!!!!!……… i mean achoooooo!! damn sneezed are adling my brain! what the heck is stood???? achoo in Turkish???
She stood at the door, a parrot in a cage at her feet. An elderly man answered the bell, looked down and scowled. “Leave the damn bird in the garage,” he said.
He stood in place, and finally understood what came of faith, and the absence of faith, and everything in his life that he had ever believed or wanted to believe came shining back to him in the bright gleam off the side of the polished chrome of the guillotine’s blade.
Stood up for his life. If that ever made any sense. He kept fighting, because life’s a fight.
“Life is hard,” he’d always say.
“Compared to what?” I’ll ask.
And he’ll punch me in the face.
i remember where we stood the first time we exchanged words. i walked up to him and introduced myself, i saw something i craved and knew i had to go after it. his infectious smile lured in me and fills my mind with memories of where we stood and where we will stand
I stood there, watching the sun fade from the sky like a ball of orange flame. Nothing could have been more beautiful.
My life flashed before me as I stood watching the night come around.
stand, standing…he was standing on a sidewalk filled with grief. I’m not sure why the sidewalk was grieving, but it did make it very slick. The man tried to stand as hard as he could on this slick surface but slipped and fell on his butt.
I stood under the bridge waiting for the child to pass. The kid was a runner for his older brother and was the only one the police would let go by without asking questions.
I shifted my feet impatiently…
The first day I couldn’t find my seat. The second, I found it. The third I chose to stand regardless.
Stood in the rain for two hours today, lost my keys. I wish that she wasn’t gone right now. I’m so lost without her.
Everything froze. Even the breeze halted it’s slow movement through the hallway as he uttered those two words with such finallity. The months had been hard but she never thought it could come to this. Tears wished to well in her eyes but even they obeyed the unheard command for this moment to last forever. With two simple words everything in her world had stopped. I’m leaving; it’s all he had to do to stop all life for just one moment that dragged on. This one moment stood still in time. The rest came quickly as time sped back up to catch up except she still couldn’t move. Forzen; destined to watch him turn his back and walk out. The moment burned into her memory; the moment time stood still just for her.
I stood over my freshly dead cat. I cried, but I continued to just stand and stare. Poor whiskers. You were a great companion.
Stood. There she stood looking down the road as the one meaningful person in her life drove far, far away. She stood with her eyes open. She stood with her chin up. She stood
Stood again? Well I certainly cannot inform the masses about how this site actually has a MAX CHARACTER limit…. I mean, bleh
I stood on the deck, wondering when he was going to come. It was nerve-wracking, terrifying, the anticipation and the excitement, the not knowing and the wanting it to happen and yet not wanting. Sometimes it all seemed too much, just silliness, and I’d wander inside to make a cup of tea of see what was on the television, but inevitably I’d end up back on the deck, waiting.
I stood wondering what i should write here, weather or not a comedy should take place or a deep horryfying triller in which the murder turns out to be a chicken. I decided to—— well i forgot to put my name here so now i stand waiting for the timer to finish so i get to see what happens when i put my name in and weather or not i can register before the site dies again
He stood her up after her best friend showed up at his front door. She was unsuspecting. She didn’t know her boyfriend and her best friend were lying to her face, together behind her back, loving in her place. Don’t stand for what’s wrong.
I stood at the foot of the bed wondering what to do next. It was simple really. I just walk out. That was it. Just walk and don’t look back, don’t think about it, and don’t regret a moment of what happened.
i stood there blazed and almost subconsious due to the massive amounts of whiskey that flowed through my veins. it is the beginning of somehting great. i am starting it off right and i stand here.
i understood immediately what he meant. she had been murdered. i would never see her smiling face again. the light would never shine through the trees onto her gorgeous, smiling, face again. in fact, the light would never at all, shine again.
I stood above the bridge, overlooking the waves crashing down upon the rocks. So stereotypical for a somber day, I thought, yet still the feelings of happiness resided in me., His face broke through the clouds and the sun was shining over head, yet the rain kept pouring. Cold and colder it got, but the sun still bright above the sky. The devils’ beating his wife, I thought. It’s something, my moth use to say to me. Very graphic to say to a child, yet it stuck with me to adulthood. a forecasting shadow on a world I’m falling into, but i can’t stop now, I can look back but I just can;t stop now…
as i stood in the doorway the bell rang from outside. What was i to do, it was too late. They had moved on and now so did I. I had much to plan in the coming months, I’ll start by taking one step.
Is there such thing as standing your ground? Because I never get my way – no, I always compromise. But I feel like people who stand where they are are much more successful in life, at least in careers, than people who let