stacks

October 10th, 2011 | 503 Entries

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503 Entries for “stacks”

  1. The stacks of pancakes loomed before the two of them. She looked at her watch. “It’s two in the morning now, good sir.”

    He grinned. “A long night ahead!” He grabbed his fork and attacked.

  2. I stood behind the stacks in the library looking for a book. Suddenly I noticed someone come around the corner and go down the aisle beside the one I was on. I watched them through the stacks. They were a bit odd looking. But in a nice way. Certainly a nice way. I couldn’t quite turn away since there was something so different about them.

    by Liz on 10.10.2011
  3. I lay my head on your stomach, and hear the air circulate through your lungs; I hear your heart beat like the sound of approaching thunder.

  4. Stacks of cards?! Or stacks of bills? At this point in my life, I feel like the bills are stacking more than anything. There’s also something about smoke stacks… and the lack of functioning they’re doing these days. Somehow, this all just makes me sad. Maybe it’s my mood or maybe it’s today, but stacks just isn’t making me feel any better.

    by Courtney on 10.10.2011
  5. Stacks of paper, loaded on my kitchen shelf. They provoke me in the way that, I think, I should really be doing something else. Feelings of doubts, preoccupations about the future fill my head, and I suffocate. I don’t know what to do, but sit and stare at the the stacks.

    by Marina on 10.10.2011
  6. it’s hard to search a needle in a stacks of hay.
    it’s hard to search an old book in a stacks of book, like in my room.

  7. Paper is stacking behind my eyelids. Intangible paper but paper nonetheless. Paper of my identity within the next few years. Paper of reality–my own tangible realness, yet it’s as thin as linen and it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.

  8. stacks on deck patron on ice. or stacks of firewood, next to a fire.

    by Fe on 10.10.2011
  9. There were stacks and stacks of books everywhere. The bookcases were jam packed and more books were arriving regularly. The sad truth was that most of them were never read, just loved from afar.

    by Carol Bailey Floyd on 10.10.2011
  10. stacks can be of anything that’s structural
    it can mean a building of something unusual
    unusual yet something so spectacular
    to the unseen eye it may be nothing
    but if you look past all of its flaws of falling
    it’s something of it’s own kind

    by Vanessa on 10.10.2011
  11. the bills were tempting, but officer jones didn’t touch a single one. his kids were hungry and he needed a mortgage payment. but honor is more expensive than green.

    by Jack Monroe on 10.10.2011
  12. stacks?
    i hoping for something more inspirational,
    something that really got my mind flowing with ideas,
    something maybe a little different.
    stacks of books in the library?
    stacks of clothes in the laundry room?
    now, you don’t see any tears dropping
    or wheels turning after that,
    do you?

  13. There are stacks of books all over my room. My bookshelves are not lined neatly, the books are piled in teetering stacks all over the shelves and the floor. All over my room. The shelves are overflowing, piles on top of piles, leaning against walls and dressers, taking up more space than anything else.

  14. stacks of books, stacks of cookies, cookie stacks! stacks of pancakes. dripping with syrup. i had pancakes this morning, delicious! a small stack. i have a small stack of books i’m reading; dostoevsky, the world without us, blood bread and poetry… good stuff. stacks and stacks.
    okay still more time? i’m not sure what this is about but i’m writing about stacks

    by Hayley Bonsteel on 10.10.2011
  15. stacks makes me think about all of the rap songs that say stacks on deck .. like, what exactly does that mean? stacks of money? i would assume so.. because the only other type of stacks that i can think of are hay stacks.. and that’s not very exciting is it? stacks is an interesting word…

    by abigail on 10.10.2011
  16. Stacks of papers
    smashed into them
    they flutter around the room like butterflies
    unsure of where to land
    unlike your angry fists
    who know exactly where to land
    the places where i can feel
    but no one can see
    later I rebuild the
    stacks of paper

    by Leah on 10.10.2011
  17. Stacks of pencils will fall very quickly due to their shape. I like stacks of money, though. Those don’t fall unless there is a lot of money, in which case I would enjoy greatly. Stacks of trash is nasty, and should be taken care of. Stacks of bodies is dirty, too. I want stacks.

    by Genevieve on 10.10.2011
  18. I love stacks, when they come in things I like. Stacks of boo, things to hold my fascination and envelop my mind. Magazines were never As good. Pretty pictures. Every once in a while an intriguing scent. Like the touch and feel books of my childhood

    by Leah Kosinski on 10.10.2011
  19. And Reimer stacks his pads!

    by AJAJ on 10.10.2011
  20. There are lots of ideas, lots of knowledge, but also lots of hurts and quits. It’s not my time right now but i’ll be sure, it’ll come by and will shape my world in its contentment. I want to die right now.

    by brybry on 10.10.2011
  21. If you give me that look one more time, just one more fucking time, I’m going to smack it right off your fucking face. Then, I’m going to shit all over your stacks of papers that you leave all over the damn place.

    by ass on 10.10.2011
  22. Piles of objects. Tower or mounds of anything you can imagine. Stacks can occur physically obviously or mentally in your own mind you can create stacks of your emotions, your fears, or even your desires.

    by jeff on 10.10.2011
  23. I constantly shelve stacks of books. I’m a library page. We call the upstairs shelves the “stacks”. And when we mention them we always are groaning.

    by Brittany Pedersen on 10.10.2011
  24. I just got distracted by a text message so I don’t have much time. Stacks of money. Stacks of cards. Stacks rhymes with racks. I like the song racks on racks on racks. Racks of clothing. I bought jeans today, and nail polish.

  25. The stacks of books were shifting eerily in the moonlight. I felt as though they were watching me make my way through the darkened aisles. The floorboards were creaking as I walked, but I heard nothing but the wind outside the windows.

    by Kait on 10.10.2011
  26. stacks of paper surround her; skyscrapers in the city of her study. she cannot stop now. her pen is running out but her ideas continue to flow, scribbling and jotting and writing such insignificant details only a writer would care to notice.

    by on 10.10.2011
  27. The stacks of paper were piled high in the room. The desk was covered in these giant piles, while the staff of the office ignored them and walked past. Would these papers ever get looked at? Weren’t they important? No one knew yet, but the stacks remained untouched.

    by Jenna on 10.10.2011
  28. There were many many stacks of newspapers on the stand one morning. Front cover… I was placed. It told a story or murders and what not but there i was.. Front page, I made the college basketball team and they are fighting over me. For once i felt special.

    by rachel on 10.10.2011
  29. The stacks of benches piled miles into the air above the park. Thousands upon thousands of metal park benches, no time to clean them up. Mountain climbers became ecstatic about the new mountain climbing opportunities.

    by Jeremiah Pena on 10.10.2011
  30. Stacks and stacks of books … surrounded by vast, copious amounts of knowledge, information, and imagination. How can I not spend the day perusing the library when there’s so much input? Input .. input .. input …

    by jeran on 10.10.2011
  31. The stacks of books
    covered with dust
    breathe out the poetry
    within their texts
    perfuming the musty air
    with their sweet knowledge

  32. Stacks are when things fall in place. They are all in towers that can reach space, but never come close. Some make stacks; some make them fall. I watch stacks and calculate how tall.

    by Uriah on 10.10.2011
  33. stacks and stacks of wonderful books filled with worlds to visit in my head. The magical smell of old books stacked ten feet tall

  34. One look was all it took. I didn’t want to look away. Even when the cart next over creaked as it turned and caught on wood, I didn’t want to. But I had my book in my hands, and had no more excuses. So I turned away with my fantasy, away from my real one.

  35. i made stacks out of them. i didnt know what to with so many, i got bored of them, kept them in stacks. went out to find some new ones.

  36. They were glorious. the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She knew, at that moment, that she had reached the epitome of paradise; she gladly spend the rest of her life devouring stacks and stacks of pancakes.

    by Vanessa on 10.10.2011
  37. Stacks of books. That sounds absolutely lovely. Books and books and books. Right now I am working on rereading the Series of Unfortunate Events. Now there’s a stack of books. Also, it’s been a pretty good decision so far.

    by Kaylyn on 10.10.2011
  38. There were several of them, huge towers. They reached the clouds they were so high, with their stacks releasing a thick fog of smoke. On an ordinary day, you could see the smoke billow from a great distance.

    by Troy on 10.10.2011
  39. I see stacks of wood. My family buys them every year. In september. Really? Yes, we live in Park City, where its likely that it will snow earlier than september. We use the wood for fires and I miss it.

    by Ellie on 10.10.2011
  40. I didn’t know I could sprint through the tightly and erratically spaced library stacks until I was fleeing from the homicidal demidemon. I wished I’d had Ody with me; he could always hear them coming a mile away, even indoors.

    by Sebastian on 10.10.2011