Station. Stationary. To be still. Something to write on. Meet me at the train station. Meet me at the bus station. At the station. Stat-ion. A statistical particle.
There were people everywhere at the station. All tryingto board at the same time. Children jumping around, mothers with worried looks on their faces, fathers trying to shove their families inside. “Quickly, quickly,” the soldiers yelled. “Get on, there is no time!” She saw a young couple, holding each other, tears streaming down the young girl’s face…
The station was crowded and she was confused. Which way did the train go? Where did she buy a ticket? How did she board? It had been a long time since she last road the train. Not since college and her elderly mind was befuddled. Could it have all changed so quickly? She use to be a young girl,
I was at the station when we got the news that it will be closing for the last time. The fire station was in existence for over one hundred years, but there wanted to push it down to build a new one.
Thinking of Audrey at the station, rage in her jawline, heartache in her eyes, and determination oozing from every pore, waiting to board the train to her future.
I met him at the station. I didn’t actually meet him, but that was where I first saw him. My gaze was drawn to his, skipping all the others walking by. .
station is place where people hang out for food when they dont find anywhere else to go to eat. trains come and go , people are left there and are picked up from there, movies are made at stations , trhey are an important part of aour hindi films.Station ke poye bade acche hote hain
Sitting in the station waiting for her usual train home, she wondered if anybody she knew would be on it; it made travelling so much more pleasant if you have company.
She sat there waiting at the train station. He said he’d be here Jenn thought to herself. She watched as various people walked by, astounded at the diversity that surrounded her. It was such a beautiful place; There was nothing but happiness. People rushed to meet each other, cheering, crying, throwing themselves at their loved ones.
station. a bus station, police station. a station could also be a position in life, a mid life crisis, the station in which you are in in this moment in time. a station, a station within ranks.
I was at the station making stationery. It was dark and it was very scary. I couldn’t see what I was cutting. I couldn’t see a foot in front of my face
Space stations, train stations, work stations, radio stations… um… GAS stations, even… i think thats it…. thats all that i can think of. I cant think of anything else to say about stations… except that they are usually stationary!!! 60 seconds is a long time when youre writing about something like this.
I met her at a station where she left me in the dark. I found a little kitten to replace her fond memmories. I could not sleep and I ran the world over to search for another. I came to South Africa and I found myself hanging in a tree that was about to enter a train that was sleeping to reach no destination.
There were two trains pulling into the station. One going on a four hour journey to Scotland. The other would arrive at Birmingham in two hours. I threw myself in front of the Scotland-bound train. I wanted give those passengers more to talk about on their longer journey.
i was waiting in the station for the train but there was no sign i was waiting for my cousin to come and stay in my house the station was full of people and i was stuck in the middle and now the stations office told us that the train was just coming.I waited and waited suddenly i fall to sleep.
I fell on my way to the station today. It was so odd how not a single person stopped to inquire what had happened. Not a single person stopped to see if I was okay, or even if I could proceed to get up. I wish I was in the days of chivalry when a woman falling in front of the station was something seen as an awful account, as oppose to now, when not a single man or woman offered me help. What has this world come too?
I wait at the station for Elizabeth. The train may never come. I change the station on the radio. The classical one was canceled. I really miss listening to that one. I wait and wait and wait for things to be the way they were. I pull out some stationery as I’m sitting here stationary to write one last letter to Elizabeth. Dear Elizabeth, I write, Bite my balls. No. I cross it out. I cordially invite you to bite my balls. Hehehe. She’ll love it. Love, Mawlz
She stood at the station, the mind-numbing grey stone slick with rain. Her red shoes were soaked through, her coat a mess. She turned her eyes heavenward, reveling in the cooling drops.
Waiting at the station, he can’t believe it’s almost over. He’s leaving. As he sees the scarlet snake slowly winding it’s way towards him, puffing smoke as though it were not a snake but a dragon, he wishes it would just sprout wings and fly away.
Mmmm I love the train station in the morning when the air is really crisp and I’m waiting for the train to come… it’s a good time to think about life and plug in my earphones and pretend the world doesn’t exist and that where I’m going isn’t uni…
and then I get on the train and it leaves and I arrive at uni ):
I imagine that I’m on my way to a station. I imagine that I’m waiting for the train and I’m choking because the exhaust from the grimy filthy station is killing me and burning my nose and filling me with dirt. My white clothes are being stained by the black dirt everywhere and I’m just waiting, waiting for that magnificent glorious train to save me from the shadows to bring me to where is home and where I belong.
I stood and gazed. Faces painted the entire station a sea of colour. A rough sea of patchy emotions. I looked at each person and tried to figure out their story. Where they would be traveling and what they where leaving behind.
Station.. the first thing I think about is a train station. The train station that appears in Narnia, it’s beautiful and it takes you closer to Narnia. And harry poter’s train station, I forgot the name but it has de 9 3/4 station that takes you to Hogwarts, MAGIC.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her upper body and stared at the cold linoleum floor, her grey eyes misty. She had been waiting in the police station for several hours already, receiving pitying glances from the officers who tried to comfort her.
i was waiting at the railway station for his tran to arrive. it has been 4 months. the train finally arrived. he wasx at the door, looing at the teeming crowd. he saw me and went back in. the traion pulled away. ad he was still on it.
The train slowly came to stop at the station. The boy looked at the girl in fear he would never see her again. The problem was, the girl did not feel the same way. The girl was relieved because the boy was too needy and she wanted to get away from him. It is too bad that they later became to be the worst of enemies. Meet Obama and Hilary Clinton.
Waiting at the station, for you train to arrive. Haven’t seen you in so long, each minute that passes feels like an hour. Finally I see your train pull up, you step onto the platform. Running towards you and into your arms. Finally I am home again. Safe again
theres a bus station and there are a lot of people waiting for the bus out. the driver gets out of the bus and goes into the conveniece store for his five minute break. when he returns with his coffee and snack, he gets on the bus and drives away without picking anyone up. the people at the station are confused and would like to know why their bus driver left them sitting on the sidewalk.
a train station can be such a nice place to encounter all walks of life. everyone is there for the same purpose: to reach their destination. everyone has one thing in common, atleast in that time that they are there. it is a meeting place of sorts.
Station. Stationary. To be still. Something to write on. Meet me at the train station. Meet me at the bus station. At the station. Stat-ion. A statistical particle.
Meet me at the station.
There were people everywhere at the station. All tryingto board at the same time. Children jumping around, mothers with worried looks on their faces, fathers trying to shove their families inside. “Quickly, quickly,” the soldiers yelled. “Get on, there is no time!” She saw a young couple, holding each other, tears streaming down the young girl’s face…
i stopped at the train station. i thought to myself, mother could just ask the conductor if I’ve been here. i’ll walk.
The station was crowded and she was confused. Which way did the train go? Where did she buy a ticket? How did she board? It had been a long time since she last road the train. Not since college and her elderly mind was befuddled. Could it have all changed so quickly? She use to be a young girl,
A place where journeys start. A place where journeys end. A place of hellos. A place of goodbyes.
I was at the station when we got the news that it will be closing for the last time. The fire station was in existence for over one hundred years, but there wanted to push it down to build a new one.
Thinking of Audrey at the station, rage in her jawline, heartache in her eyes, and determination oozing from every pore, waiting to board the train to her future.
I met him at the station. I didn’t actually meet him, but that was where I first saw him. My gaze was drawn to his, skipping all the others walking by. .
station is place where people hang out for food when they dont find anywhere else to go to eat. trains come and go , people are left there and are picked up from there, movies are made at stations , trhey are an important part of aour hindi films.Station ke poye bade acche hote hain
Sitting in the station waiting for her usual train home, she wondered if anybody she knew would be on it; it made travelling so much more pleasant if you have company.
Love is about feeling. It shouldn’t be taken for granted. Live with it and everybody’s happy!
She sat there waiting at the train station. He said he’d be here Jenn thought to herself. She watched as various people walked by, astounded at the diversity that surrounded her. It was such a beautiful place; There was nothing but happiness. People rushed to meet each other, cheering, crying, throwing themselves at their loved ones.
a train station. more specifically, platform 9 and 3/4.
yeah really no interest in this word
you muggles
station. a bus station, police station. a station could also be a position in life, a mid life crisis, the station in which you are in in this moment in time. a station, a station within ranks.
I was at the station making stationery. It was dark and it was very scary. I couldn’t see what I was cutting. I couldn’t see a foot in front of my face
Space stations, train stations, work stations, radio stations… um… GAS stations, even… i think thats it…. thats all that i can think of. I cant think of anything else to say about stations… except that they are usually stationary!!! 60 seconds is a long time when youre writing about something like this.
1station = Supreme Tact Accentuates True Impervious Oposkpersy Nowingly
1sation = Supreme Tact Accentuates True Inclusive Ownership Now
I met her at a station where she left me in the dark. I found a little kitten to replace her fond memmories. I could not sleep and I ran the world over to search for another. I came to South Africa and I found myself hanging in a tree that was about to enter a train that was sleeping to reach no destination.
There were two trains pulling into the station. One going on a four hour journey to Scotland. The other would arrive at Birmingham in two hours. I threw myself in front of the Scotland-bound train. I wanted give those passengers more to talk about on their longer journey.
i was waiting in the station for the train but there was no sign i was waiting for my cousin to come and stay in my house the station was full of people and i was stuck in the middle and now the stations office told us that the train was just coming.I waited and waited suddenly i fall to sleep.
I fell on my way to the station today. It was so odd how not a single person stopped to inquire what had happened. Not a single person stopped to see if I was okay, or even if I could proceed to get up. I wish I was in the days of chivalry when a woman falling in front of the station was something seen as an awful account, as oppose to now, when not a single man or woman offered me help. What has this world come too?
I wait at the station for Elizabeth. The train may never come. I change the station on the radio. The classical one was canceled. I really miss listening to that one. I wait and wait and wait for things to be the way they were. I pull out some stationery as I’m sitting here stationary to write one last letter to Elizabeth. Dear Elizabeth, I write, Bite my balls. No. I cross it out. I cordially invite you to bite my balls. Hehehe. She’ll love it. Love, Mawlz
And that day, when I met you in the train station with all the lights
coming
on
and
out
of our new love
with trains
and books
She stood at the station, the mind-numbing grey stone slick with rain. Her red shoes were soaked through, her coat a mess. She turned her eyes heavenward, reveling in the cooling drops.
Waiting at the station, he can’t believe it’s almost over. He’s leaving. As he sees the scarlet snake slowly winding it’s way towards him, puffing smoke as though it were not a snake but a dragon, he wishes it would just sprout wings and fly away.
Mmmm I love the train station in the morning when the air is really crisp and I’m waiting for the train to come… it’s a good time to think about life and plug in my earphones and pretend the world doesn’t exist and that where I’m going isn’t uni…
and then I get on the train and it leaves and I arrive at uni ):
Dananananana, DANA! Danananana, NANA! BANANANANANANAAN!!!!~ BAOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOWO!~ /end music/
to be put somewhere be a command as in the milatary or a train station o
beginning. end. travel. journey with me to beyond. move and loose your moment. disguise yourself.
I imagine that I’m on my way to a station. I imagine that I’m waiting for the train and I’m choking because the exhaust from the grimy filthy station is killing me and burning my nose and filling me with dirt. My white clothes are being stained by the black dirt everywhere and I’m just waiting, waiting for that magnificent glorious train to save me from the shadows to bring me to where is home and where I belong.
I stood and gazed. Faces painted the entire station a sea of colour. A rough sea of patchy emotions. I looked at each person and tried to figure out their story. Where they would be traveling and what they where leaving behind.
The station looked much as I remembered it. I expected more. An elaborate shrine shimmering with votive.
Station.. the first thing I think about is a train station. The train station that appears in Narnia, it’s beautiful and it takes you closer to Narnia. And harry poter’s train station, I forgot the name but it has de 9 3/4 station that takes you to Hogwarts, MAGIC.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her upper body and stared at the cold linoleum floor, her grey eyes misty. She had been waiting in the police station for several hours already, receiving pitying glances from the officers who tried to comfort her.
i was waiting at the railway station for his tran to arrive. it has been 4 months. the train finally arrived. he wasx at the door, looing at the teeming crowd. he saw me and went back in. the traion pulled away. ad he was still on it.
The train slowly came to stop at the station. The boy looked at the girl in fear he would never see her again. The problem was, the girl did not feel the same way. The girl was relieved because the boy was too needy and she wanted to get away from him. It is too bad that they later became to be the worst of enemies. Meet Obama and Hilary Clinton.
Waiting at the station, for you train to arrive. Haven’t seen you in so long, each minute that passes feels like an hour. Finally I see your train pull up, you step onto the platform. Running towards you and into your arms. Finally I am home again. Safe again
A station is something you listen to music on. :) That’s what comes to mind. Different stations express the way you’re feeling.
theres a bus station and there are a lot of people waiting for the bus out. the driver gets out of the bus and goes into the conveniece store for his five minute break. when he returns with his coffee and snack, he gets on the bus and drives away without picking anyone up. the people at the station are confused and would like to know why their bus driver left them sitting on the sidewalk.
a train station can be such a nice place to encounter all walks of life. everyone is there for the same purpose: to reach their destination. everyone has one thing in common, atleast in that time that they are there. it is a meeting place of sorts.