There were stacks of old papers all around. They symbolized something for her, something dark.
Each was a reminder of her imperfections; each was a reminder of her failure. Her eyes slid across the towers of paper, and she despaired for a better tomorrow.
There were stacks and stacks of the stuff strewn around the room. Big ones, little ones, oblong and awkward, as well as those that looked like they fit right in. And all cast in a filtered, golden light that illuminated the frolicking dustmotes, lazily dancing.
stacks of paper sitting on a desk at a lawyer’s office for the case of some loser that will probably be thrown out because the jury can’t come up with a proper sentence to save their pathetic lives i guess
stacks are used to stack stuff
we can stack a lo of stuff. stacking is very helfdul when wanting to organize something something otherwise its gonna be really messy and one wants a messy house therefore stacking is very important
stacking can be used to transport something too, when the companies that are moving use the stacking ability to organize the stiff a
stacks of what? Treats… that would be right because it’s almost Halloween…or is it stacks of something else like stacks of hay…that also fits with the month. it’s October and october could be stacks of anything.
There were stacks and stacks of weapons piled in the room. I selected one and walked out the door. I instantly saw two enemies and took them out quickly, but when i looked up it was like nothing iv’e ever seen.
Stack of money what a wonderful thing. My stacks of wood are a dangerous thing . The stacks of blocks could tople on over but only when you build a stack
The stacks linger in the corners of rooms, gathering dust and near-forgotten memories. Memories of a time adored, of a time of fingers lingering carefully and awe-struck faces leaned in close to technicolor lives and cramped print spelling out adventures of near-fictional cities and larger-than-life, in-humans and super-humans.
there were stacks of pancakes in front of my face hahahahahhahahahahaa! this is gunna be fun :P arrrrgh imma watch tv with big stacks of panccccaaaaakes!!! :D hehehehe im so excited.. MY PANCAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!
The stacks of pancakes were very good. The stacks of the wood were leaning a little to much. Those stacks of hay are for the horses. The stacks of cans were a bit worry some to have in the cabinet.
I have endless stacks of Elementary Math papers to work through. My O level examination for it is in approximately 15 days. 15 days are left to actually study for it.
I am..(Starts with an F, ends with a KED.) ….FIRETRUCKED
of dusty newspapers around her arm chair, a cat with crusty eyes glaring at me from the corner. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, questioning if the sweet tea she gave me is safe to drink, I don’t trust anything coming out of that kitchen.
I already wrote about this earlier because I was up at such an early hour. I didn’t go to bed until two. There isn’t much to write on the word, stacks. I wrote about being in a library earlier. So yeah. Does this change like every twenty four hours or so? I hope so.
you can stack just about anything… if you know where to stack and howmto stack it… take ducks for exaple… if you stack ducks be sure to rotate them so that your stack wont fall down… and if it does try practising with something more stable like your dog.
As I weeded through the stacks of old magazines I was taken back to a time in my youth; it was much simpler then, the bad guys were in the movies, not on the streets.
Stacking on top of many people, there are one personal who can see through those of many. It was long, it was short, it was fun, and it was sad. Not many people can See through and above many. But that’s what it means to be stacked on top of many.
Stacks of paper, and the feeling of being choked up and buried under a pile of books. It also reminds me of thumb tacks, for some reason! Stacks are piled high. :) I think.
it’s mounting,
overwhelming,
suffocating with its
looming numbers.
it’s delicious
when in morning cakes
are counted.
But awful
when tax forms
and paper work
and work work
are involved.
The stacks of paper littered my desk. There was no way I would ever be able to read all of them. I dropped myself into the chair and laid my head down on the desk. There would be no sleeping tonight.
There are stack of boxes in my house, stacks of materials outside on my back lawn, stacks of papers unfiled and stacks of pancakes waiting for me to cook them. I’ve seen stacks of metal piled in the woods and stacks of bills come at the same time, but what I’d like to see are stacks of hundred dollar bills fall into my lap.
there are stacks of hay in the car. the word stacks is kind of interesting. because when you look at it too long it klooks kkind of funny. where do i see stacks. stacks of pennies skcacks of car wheels. stacks of bodies lol no thats kinda gross. but everything can be stacked.excepts balls. those aren’t.
Piled up high. I never have anything to say for these. My words always pile up far away from where i can reach them, and then all of a sudden all of the stacks just fall over and all try to go through the door all at once. Meow. I am a kitty cat. See, stupid stuff like that always gets out;
There were stacks of old papers all around. They symbolized something for her, something dark.
Each was a reminder of her imperfections; each was a reminder of her failure. Her eyes slid across the towers of paper, and she despaired for a better tomorrow.
There were stacks and stacks of the stuff strewn around the room. Big ones, little ones, oblong and awkward, as well as those that looked like they fit right in. And all cast in a filtered, golden light that illuminated the frolicking dustmotes, lazily dancing.
stacks of paper sitting on a desk at a lawyer’s office for the case of some loser that will probably be thrown out because the jury can’t come up with a proper sentence to save their pathetic lives i guess
Sunshine, bees, hay stacks, lazy Sundays and his kiss, his hands. Pleasure building. Release.
stacks are used to stack stuff
we can stack a lo of stuff. stacking is very helfdul when wanting to organize something something otherwise its gonna be really messy and one wants a messy house therefore stacking is very important
stacking can be used to transport something too, when the companies that are moving use the stacking ability to organize the stiff a
stacks of what? Treats… that would be right because it’s almost Halloween…or is it stacks of something else like stacks of hay…that also fits with the month. it’s October and october could be stacks of anything.
There were stacks and stacks of weapons piled in the room. I selected one and walked out the door. I instantly saw two enemies and took them out quickly, but when i looked up it was like nothing iv’e ever seen.
iiiii
Stack of money what a wonderful thing. My stacks of wood are a dangerous thing . The stacks of blocks could tople on over but only when you build a stack
There are stacks and stacks of unidentified cooking ingredients at Sho’s kitchen cupboards. Jun wonders why he even buys them in the first place.
The stacks linger in the corners of rooms, gathering dust and near-forgotten memories. Memories of a time adored, of a time of fingers lingering carefully and awe-struck faces leaned in close to technicolor lives and cramped print spelling out adventures of near-fictional cities and larger-than-life, in-humans and super-humans.
there were stacks of pancakes in front of my face hahahahahhahahahahaa! this is gunna be fun :P arrrrgh imma watch tv with big stacks of panccccaaaaakes!!! :D hehehehe im so excited.. MY PANCAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!
the mom sacks the the cans today
hi hi hi
i got stacks and stacks of shirts and pants. i also have stacks of video games that i don’t need
piles.mounds.
i saw a stack of paper on the table. i was worried. a stack, seriously? DAMN MAN, MY HOILIDAY IS GONNA BE RUINED.
I was in my room staring at the stacks of books on my desk. Then I turn my head to see a stack of homework. I wish I didn’t have these stacks….
The stacks of pancakes were very good. The stacks of the wood were leaning a little to much. Those stacks of hay are for the horses. The stacks of cans were a bit worry some to have in the cabinet.
I made tons of stacks on the table. Sky scrapers look like stacks of metal reaching towards the sky.
the stacks of books are falling. I have a stack of newspapers. I like to stack things. Stacks of toys are falling.
I have endless stacks of Elementary Math papers to work through. My O level examination for it is in approximately 15 days. 15 days are left to actually study for it.
I am..(Starts with an F, ends with a KED.) ….FIRETRUCKED
of dusty newspapers around her arm chair, a cat with crusty eyes glaring at me from the corner. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, questioning if the sweet tea she gave me is safe to drink, I don’t trust anything coming out of that kitchen.
I already wrote about this earlier because I was up at such an early hour. I didn’t go to bed until two. There isn’t much to write on the word, stacks. I wrote about being in a library earlier. So yeah. Does this change like every twenty four hours or so? I hope so.
you can stack just about anything… if you know where to stack and howmto stack it… take ducks for exaple… if you stack ducks be sure to rotate them so that your stack wont fall down… and if it does try practising with something more stable like your dog.
As I weeded through the stacks of old magazines I was taken back to a time in my youth; it was much simpler then, the bad guys were in the movies, not on the streets.
Stacking on top of many people, there are one personal who can see through those of many. It was long, it was short, it was fun, and it was sad. Not many people can See through and above many. But that’s what it means to be stacked on top of many.
Stacks of papers. Stacks of books. Stacks of dishes. Stacks of laundry. Stacks of photographs.
I have a messy house. But I’ll just call it quirky instead.
Stacks of paper, and the feeling of being choked up and buried under a pile of books. It also reminds me of thumb tacks, for some reason! Stacks are piled high. :) I think.
it’s mounting,
overwhelming,
suffocating with its
looming numbers.
it’s delicious
when in morning cakes
are counted.
But awful
when tax forms
and paper work
and work work
are involved.
of paper, tipping and sliding into long white drifts across a turkish carpet.
I worked long and hard, making stacks upon stacks of crates filled with juicy red tomatoes in
the boiling sun.
The stacks of paper littered my desk. There was no way I would ever be able to read all of them. I dropped myself into the chair and laid my head down on the desk. There would be no sleeping tonight.
There are stack of boxes in my house, stacks of materials outside on my back lawn, stacks of papers unfiled and stacks of pancakes waiting for me to cook them. I’ve seen stacks of metal piled in the woods and stacks of bills come at the same time, but what I’d like to see are stacks of hundred dollar bills fall into my lap.
there are stacks of hay in the car. the word stacks is kind of interesting. because when you look at it too long it klooks kkind of funny. where do i see stacks. stacks of pennies skcacks of car wheels. stacks of bodies lol no thats kinda gross. but everything can be stacked.excepts balls. those aren’t.
JB
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A high quantitative object or people, which is distinguishable from a lesser quantitative object or people.
DOLLA DOLLA BILLS Y’ALL
SIPPIN’ ON GIN AND JUICE…LAIIIIIIID BACK
Also, pancakes.
Piled up high. I never have anything to say for these. My words always pile up far away from where i can reach them, and then all of a sudden all of the stacks just fall over and all try to go through the door all at once. Meow. I am a kitty cat. See, stupid stuff like that always gets out;