What we ran through at McKeldin library, our childhood innocence taking a hold of us. Ran with books out, arms open, touching the walls as they came crashing in. All of those ancient tomes looked on us and laughed, as overly-stressed college students peeked at us over their papers. There were disapproving glances and Avi was even thrown on the streets. God, those fieldtrip days.
The stacks are high, about 30 card soldiers each side. The stakes are higher, the fate of Wonderus in their hands. Behind the hay stacks the twins creep. He motions to his sister- ‘shh’. They play too big a role in this revolution for such small children.
She raises her staff.
They stand and raise their torches.
Stacks…haha. you know those extremely old libraries? and movies where kids study in them? and then they make out in the stacks? Yea…that’s for me. It’s a secret that only you two know. I’m such a fan… Ever seen Prince and Me? That’s what I want
The books surrounds the walls and appeared to lean in around her. She was worried at first, but the books would never harm her, they were her saviours. The stacks upon stacks of books stretched on for as far as she could see, and her breath was instantly stricken.
Your words staccato-ed across the page, the weapon your pen. Stacks of dusty old sentences, the last gift you left to me. Your curse, more like. I never wanted you to leave.
stack are just like cup stacking. they remind me of linett. she is really good at cup stacking. i also like cake stalking which is when you stack cakes becasue they look really cool. i like the cakes from some guy from food network.
Stacks of compact discs…it hardly seems compact by today’s standards. At any rate, I still went through a lot of trouble acquiring them. I don’t see myself giving them up that easily for digital compilation.
Stacks of books, stacks of paper worlds and written romances.
Stacks of my love piled high like dust on a long-abandoned mansion. You never wanted it, so I just… let it build. Stacked high like Rapunzel’s tower, with me trapped enamored at the top. Stacked and stuck.
There were huge piles of money everywhere, from one end of the room to the other. It would have taken years to count it all, and it was stacked all the way to the ceiling.
It was just too bad that Jimmy was trapped inside the vault.
Re: stacks
I can’t even write about the damn word. Honestly, you are all I think about. You are one of the best things in my life right now. Please, don’t go. I don’t love you, but I’m getting close.
Re: stacks
what do I keep stacks of lying around the house? I wish it was money. But mostly it is unread magazines, unread newspapers, all the of the information I will never learn, knowledge I will never acquire. Taunting me. Teasing me with all my life could be if only I would take the time.
I love all the different colors of paper. In my room i have stacks of many of them. i don’t know why,but when i see this word it makes me think of that. All of the different colors stacked together.
Stacks of book in the corner of the room every time i read a book a put it on the stack now there are many it grows and grows many many stacks all different colors spindly turning
I was staring at stacks of books, and all I could think was, “Thanks a lot, Jaxson. Now I have library duty for a month.” A month. Of checking books in and out of our school’s library. For no pay. Yeah.
Thanks a whole lot, Jax. I’ll keep that in mind next time you ask for a “teeny, tiny little favor.” And then, of course, he chose to walk in. And no, I don’t mean Jax. God help him when I got my hands on him…
I mean Tom.
I really liked to stack blocks when I was younger. For some reason, staking them was theraputic in a sense. Stacking them in tall shapes, short shapes, towers with seemingly endless floors, and flat platforms to stand on and prop my dolls on. Staking was apart of my childhood.
I knew I would find it somewhere in the stacks. When the titles got less “How Does Your Garden Glow?” and more “A Shocking History of Sexually Transmitted Diseases,” I knew I was getting warmer.
There were so many books littered around the room. Books upon books upon books. Kennah didn’t know where to look first. She didn’t even know how to read. The vast amount of reading material spread out before her was overwhelming. She frowned and glanced at Narcus.
“All of this is yours?” she asked skeptically. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out this was just a hoax of his to tease her.
There was a stack of cups, higher then any building or thing ever seen. In this stack of cups, there was another stack of even smaller cups, which contained green frogs. The frogs escaped from the cups at some point and they decided to go for a walk. Later on, they moved into a city and destroyed it.
stacks require balance, care and precision. They may be messy, made of haphazard materials, they may be or pieces of plastic that are designed to fit perfectly into one another.
stacks, is it talking about stacks of paper or stacks of… I don’t actually know any other sort of stack it could be referring to. I mean we have stacks and we have stacks, and in both senses I am talking about the same thing. so I have already started writing with a topic that i cannot even have a proper paragraph written about, because I try to make up two meanings even though there’s only one.
stacks of books line the walls. higgledy-piggledy. unorganized. but loved. read through many times. cared for, but not enough to line them on a shelf, as many other people would. no, she keeps them as is. to preserve them as they were when they were finished, the stories they told still fresh in her mind. to keep them as they were when she loved them most.
In a way, it was good it happened this way. Encyclopedias, textbooks, novels, autobiographies- all the things she loved, crashing onto the top her head.
stacks of napkins written on and crumpled up. thrown in a trash can near the bed. Thoughts that will never be read. These regrets will never be known by anyone
building up, one on the other. climbing climbing. like lego pieces to the sky, eating away at the clouds. housing air, hugging tight. making no place for me.
stacks of old newspaper are scattered all over the floor…. the times turned to the comics but never the sports. never the news. always the comics. all play no wrk or however it goes…
On and on the stacks go. People don’t even see past them. They just look forward and walk, as though they have given up. I can’t see how I can be any different. They have taken us all to places unknown and now we walk. Stacks of people we walk by. When will it ever end? When will the stacks end?
The stacks of bodies held a stench Lia had never imagined smelling in her short years. The princess knew she would come across things like this now that she was beyond her safe castle walls. This was the price she had to pay in order to be free; she now knew the things her parents tried to keep from her.
Stacks and stacks of pancakes stacked on top of the stack of books. A really stacked girl came and ate one stack of the hotcakes. She stacked her brain trying to come up with the best way to describe these syrup soakers.
I walk along King Street, same as before but my feet take me a different way to where my heart wants to go. It yearns to walk the other way, up King Street, not down towards the stacks.
stacks are like stacking cups or stacking stuff. it starts with the letter s and ends with the letter s so its like stacks omg hahahahaha. yeah it has the word tacks in it.
the photographs are all mingled together- trying to separate them into stacks that make sense. chronologically? but once i think i have it, i find more from the summer of 95, and from the wedding i was in a year ago. i’m giving up the control of my photo albums- they will be in the order of my heart.
stacks of books stacks of paper stacks of work i have no idea what I am supposed to do but we’ll figure this out I’m sure. A friend said this is fun. And Never told me what this was. Interesting. So all I’m supposed to do is talk about the word stacks? I’m sorry if I disappoint for I really have no idea what to do. I guess I have stacks of thought and can’t process through them all XD Hmmm.
Stacks… it all piles up, it doesn’t stop… there’s room for more, just endless amounts of crap, piling up, taking over, filling your life until the entire thing ends, it just keeps stacking up and up… and up
You have to get stacks on League of Legends on characters like Twitch and Cho’Gath. Personally, Cho’Gath’s stacks are better because he gains +200 health for every one and he can have up to six which makes him shuper OP if people don’t knock him down in the first 3 stacks. Then Twitch has poison stacks and if you press ‘e’ with 4 stacks or more on a champion it does explosive damage which is awesome for fleeing champions.
The room was filled with them; hard backs, paper backs, atlases from gas stations, rarities that would go for millions at auction. I felt like I was in the Library of Babel. And infinite collection of knowledge at my finger tips.
Stacking up on good books give your life a better edge. You can never get bored when you have a good book to read. If you don’t read you can stack up audio book. There are so many different ways to stack up books on shelf to make your life complete and more meaningful. I have lots of spiritual books.
What we ran through at McKeldin library, our childhood innocence taking a hold of us. Ran with books out, arms open, touching the walls as they came crashing in. All of those ancient tomes looked on us and laughed, as overly-stressed college students peeked at us over their papers. There were disapproving glances and Avi was even thrown on the streets. God, those fieldtrip days.
The stacks are high, about 30 card soldiers each side. The stakes are higher, the fate of Wonderus in their hands. Behind the hay stacks the twins creep. He motions to his sister- ‘shh’. They play too big a role in this revolution for such small children.
She raises her staff.
They stand and raise their torches.
Stacks…haha. you know those extremely old libraries? and movies where kids study in them? and then they make out in the stacks? Yea…that’s for me. It’s a secret that only you two know. I’m such a fan… Ever seen Prince and Me? That’s what I want
The books surrounds the walls and appeared to lean in around her. She was worried at first, but the books would never harm her, they were her saviours. The stacks upon stacks of books stretched on for as far as she could see, and her breath was instantly stricken.
Your words staccato-ed across the page, the weapon your pen. Stacks of dusty old sentences, the last gift you left to me. Your curse, more like. I never wanted you to leave.
I just wanted you.
stack are just like cup stacking. they remind me of linett. she is really good at cup stacking. i also like cake stalking which is when you stack cakes becasue they look really cool. i like the cakes from some guy from food network.
paper on the ceiling down to the floor
eyes looking up
stocks looking down
paper stack
Stacks of compact discs…it hardly seems compact by today’s standards. At any rate, I still went through a lot of trouble acquiring them. I don’t see myself giving them up that easily for digital compilation.
Stacks.
Stacks of books, stacks of paper worlds and written romances.
Stacks of my love piled high like dust on a long-abandoned mansion. You never wanted it, so I just… let it build. Stacked high like Rapunzel’s tower, with me trapped enamored at the top. Stacked and stuck.
There were huge piles of money everywhere, from one end of the room to the other. It would have taken years to count it all, and it was stacked all the way to the ceiling.
It was just too bad that Jimmy was trapped inside the vault.
Re: stacks
I can’t even write about the damn word. Honestly, you are all I think about. You are one of the best things in my life right now. Please, don’t go. I don’t love you, but I’m getting close.
Re: stacks
what do I keep stacks of lying around the house? I wish it was money. But mostly it is unread magazines, unread newspapers, all the of the information I will never learn, knowledge I will never acquire. Taunting me. Teasing me with all my life could be if only I would take the time.
I love all the different colors of paper. In my room i have stacks of many of them. i don’t know why,but when i see this word it makes me think of that. All of the different colors stacked together.
Stacks of book in the corner of the room every time i read a book a put it on the stack now there are many it grows and grows many many stacks all different colors spindly turning
I was staring at stacks of books, and all I could think was, “Thanks a lot, Jaxson. Now I have library duty for a month.” A month. Of checking books in and out of our school’s library. For no pay. Yeah.
Thanks a whole lot, Jax. I’ll keep that in mind next time you ask for a “teeny, tiny little favor.” And then, of course, he chose to walk in. And no, I don’t mean Jax. God help him when I got my hands on him…
I mean Tom.
I really liked to stack blocks when I was younger. For some reason, staking them was theraputic in a sense. Stacking them in tall shapes, short shapes, towers with seemingly endless floors, and flat platforms to stand on and prop my dolls on. Staking was apart of my childhood.
I knew I would find it somewhere in the stacks. When the titles got less “How Does Your Garden Glow?” and more “A Shocking History of Sexually Transmitted Diseases,” I knew I was getting warmer.
There were so many books littered around the room. Books upon books upon books. Kennah didn’t know where to look first. She didn’t even know how to read. The vast amount of reading material spread out before her was overwhelming. She frowned and glanced at Narcus.
“All of this is yours?” she asked skeptically. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out this was just a hoax of his to tease her.
There was a stack of cups, higher then any building or thing ever seen. In this stack of cups, there was another stack of even smaller cups, which contained green frogs. The frogs escaped from the cups at some point and they decided to go for a walk. Later on, they moved into a city and destroyed it.
stacks require balance, care and precision. They may be messy, made of haphazard materials, they may be or pieces of plastic that are designed to fit perfectly into one another.
stacks, is it talking about stacks of paper or stacks of… I don’t actually know any other sort of stack it could be referring to. I mean we have stacks and we have stacks, and in both senses I am talking about the same thing. so I have already started writing with a topic that i cannot even have a proper paragraph written about, because I try to make up two meanings even though there’s only one.
stacks of books line the walls. higgledy-piggledy. unorganized. but loved. read through many times. cared for, but not enough to line them on a shelf, as many other people would. no, she keeps them as is. to preserve them as they were when they were finished, the stories they told still fresh in her mind. to keep them as they were when she loved them most.
In a way, it was good it happened this way. Encyclopedias, textbooks, novels, autobiographies- all the things she loved, crashing onto the top her head.
stacks of napkins written on and crumpled up. thrown in a trash can near the bed. Thoughts that will never be read. These regrets will never be known by anyone
building up, one on the other. climbing climbing. like lego pieces to the sky, eating away at the clouds. housing air, hugging tight. making no place for me.
stacks of old newspaper are scattered all over the floor…. the times turned to the comics but never the sports. never the news. always the comics. all play no wrk or however it goes…
On and on the stacks go. People don’t even see past them. They just look forward and walk, as though they have given up. I can’t see how I can be any different. They have taken us all to places unknown and now we walk. Stacks of people we walk by. When will it ever end? When will the stacks end?
The stacks of bodies held a stench Lia had never imagined smelling in her short years. The princess knew she would come across things like this now that she was beyond her safe castle walls. This was the price she had to pay in order to be free; she now knew the things her parents tried to keep from her.
Stacks and stacks of pancakes stacked on top of the stack of books. A really stacked girl came and ate one stack of the hotcakes. She stacked her brain trying to come up with the best way to describe these syrup soakers.
stacks of hay
stacks of play
play of stacks
play of day
I walk along King Street, same as before but my feet take me a different way to where my heart wants to go. It yearns to walk the other way, up King Street, not down towards the stacks.
stacks are like stacking cups or stacking stuff. it starts with the letter s and ends with the letter s so its like stacks omg hahahahaha. yeah it has the word tacks in it.
the photographs are all mingled together- trying to separate them into stacks that make sense. chronologically? but once i think i have it, i find more from the summer of 95, and from the wedding i was in a year ago. i’m giving up the control of my photo albums- they will be in the order of my heart.
Stacks of papers and books littered the desk of Professor Ludwig’s study. His body lay partially across formerly neat piles of student essays.
stacks of books stacks of paper stacks of work i have no idea what I am supposed to do but we’ll figure this out I’m sure. A friend said this is fun. And Never told me what this was. Interesting. So all I’m supposed to do is talk about the word stacks? I’m sorry if I disappoint for I really have no idea what to do. I guess I have stacks of thought and can’t process through them all XD Hmmm.
Stacks… it all piles up, it doesn’t stop… there’s room for more, just endless amounts of crap, piling up, taking over, filling your life until the entire thing ends, it just keeps stacking up and up… and up
You have to get stacks on League of Legends on characters like Twitch and Cho’Gath. Personally, Cho’Gath’s stacks are better because he gains +200 health for every one and he can have up to six which makes him shuper OP if people don’t knock him down in the first 3 stacks. Then Twitch has poison stacks and if you press ‘e’ with 4 stacks or more on a champion it does explosive damage which is awesome for fleeing champions.
The room was filled with them; hard backs, paper backs, atlases from gas stations, rarities that would go for millions at auction. I felt like I was in the Library of Babel. And infinite collection of knowledge at my finger tips.
Stacks of books were all over the floor, creating a winding maze. I felt like a giant about to destroy a city as I followed her through the house.
Stacking up on good books give your life a better edge. You can never get bored when you have a good book to read. If you don’t read you can stack up audio book. There are so many different ways to stack up books on shelf to make your life complete and more meaningful. I have lots of spiritual books.