I stepped onto the platform and felt the heaviness in the soles of my shoes weighing myself down. I nervously swallowed the boulder-sized lump that had gradually formed in my throat just before I was to go on. I walked up to the podium and squinted before the large crowd. I was shaking internally, but I was ready. “Thank you, it’s been such an honor,” I said.
Reiter took a step into the gloomy building. The inside was just as dim-looking as the facade, if not moreso. The room he had entered appeared to be some sort of library, since there were piles of books arranged on shelves and tables scattered across the room.
A step is a large thing. Especially if it is our first step. Our first steps towards are parents or our first step into a new school. How about that first step of jumping into that ocean of life once you are finally ready to be on your own? We have a lot of first steps in life it’s important we choose the right ways to go with them.
One step at a time, my friend. Just take things one step at a time. There is no hurry – we all get where we are supposed to be going eventually. We seldom miss anything along the way, if we pay attention.
one step could lead to another step and another and another and another and another and another and another until there’s a stop. then you keep stepping because you want to.
to step is to move oneself from a place to the next. a step is a way to begin something new, to throw the last step taken to the winds, and start anew. a step is just that, new. a risk. a challenge.
She stepped forward, her step echoing through the hall. She didn’t know where she was, nor did she know why she was there. She simply knew, that she had to step forward, to forge ahead to create a path through the darkness that is the hallway that she stood in, and to do that, she had to step forward into the unknown.
I will take a step in the right direction, I will follow my heart. I have already taken the first step – catharsis. I let her know I loved her. I will follow this path or whatever path she is on as long as she is happy with me there. This step won’t be the last.
stepping away from the mess on the floor was the only thing he could do
a crime scene always left people more awake, eyes open, heart wounded
but him? it only made him sad, and sharp
how far the human wrongness could go before he could stop them?
a movement. a simple movement. one of the first things human’s achieve. so simple, yet amazing. it takes you up down, wherever you want. wherever you’re going, a step is what will take you there. a simple step could take you to your future, to heaven, to hell. wherever. you won’t know where you’re going until you take a step. come on. do it. take your first step.
Step by step was a tv show and it’s also the name of a New Kids on the Block song, and that’s because it’s a cliched phrase that means to take things one step at a time, but that’s also a cliched phrase. Is there a way to define a cliche without using another cliche? I’m not sure it’s possible.
He was smiling as he took that first step out of the house. He didn’t seem to notice the blood on his hands, nor how the wind managed to lift away what was left of his shirt. The ribbons of it fluttered about but he payed them no heed. He ran a hand through his disheveled brown hair and laughed as the wail of sirens reached his ears. He’d done it. Finally.
One step.. It is so much harder than it looks when you know you’re stepping towards someone you hate so much. When all of those thoughts flow through your brain, and they step closer, then you know the war has begun without you even saying anything. They know it too, maybe that’s what causes the automatic hate.
She took one step, and she fell.
It’s necessary to take steps in life. And many times you will trip. I tripped numerous times this year. Sometimes I fell on my face, sometimes my butt cushioned the fall, and sometimes I fell on top of my friends, who saved me from a painful landing.
First steps, children’s steps- marking their presence in the world.
On the way to Enlightment and to a bigger world than morning baby food
and the daunting chores of survival. Every step leads us all somewhere closer to where we want to be.
Okay.. You can do this.. Just take one step. Ankara told herself quietly. Seeing them together hurt her deeply. Okay, see? That wasn’t so bad. “Oh Hi Ankara.” Uh oh. She was about to take a step backward, but he was too quick and she didn’t want to be rude. “Hello.”
I just step. And it’s that one movement of muscle and bone that propels me. That simple coaxing of my limbs to push past the boundary and I’m there. I’m here. I’m ready. Because of the step.
I always take big steps. I never really think things through. That’s a problem I have. I either take huge steps or don’t take any steps at all. I fell down the back steps when I was little. It was painful. They’re brown super hard wood. In 6th grade we had to do a step by step presentation in front of the class. Mine was on how to defend yourself with tae Kwon do.
I step into the universe for the first time. It’s like stepping into a butterfly’s secret closet. Feeling the honeysuckle between my summer toes. a whirlwind of shapes in my dancing sunflower friendship eyes…I swallow the honey air with warm gulp and utter fascination at what is fresh.
Step. First one step and the other. Step up to the podium. Take that first step on the stairs. Made of wood. Untreated save by the years of stepping and the carpet that once been stapled to them. They led up to the bedrooms where I spent my childhood, painted yellow and purple. We’d always make plans to escape that room and go out to the world, and here we are.
I don’t want to take the next step. Story of my life. I drag out the current one as long as possible. I refuse to even think about how I will approach the next step. In the end, I only cause myself and others around me pain. And it sucks. But I still do not want to do this. stilllll.
Taking the first step can be really hard but i think its necessary. without it you wouldnt really go anywhere…change is really freaking scary but who would wanna be doing the same thing for all eternity? take the first step.
Marble poured out underneath me, curving steps that were so slippery I couldn’t imagine making it to the bottom. People were below, marveling at my face, my wonder
A quick little diddy, one walking jolt, and then a quick little hop. Pirouette completed, a smile for the claps of her mentors. Hopes and dreams all open in her eyes. It goes quiet.
one of these can lead you down a path, through a tunnel, or across a bridge. one of these can send you in the right direction or the wrong one. one of these can lift you up, can lead to many, can get you going.
sometimes it takes a lot of them to get where you want to go. other times it just takes one. one of these can aim you in the right direction, or the wrong. one of these can lift you up. one of these can turn into more.
step by step. our lives are judged by steps. the step of graduating high school, college, getting married, having children. each step is a glorious one. each step is huge but small at the same time. and one day when we look back on our lives, we can look at each small step and see how far each step took us.
The steps I took in line with my destiny, alone steps, have made and unmade me. Not measured by logic or convention, but directed by the unseen light that only the heart can know when it is quiet.
one step can make or break you. are you an inch from finishing a race, or are you teetering on the edge of an abyss? before you take that step, stop, think, look around; things might not always be what they appear.
He stepped up to the plate,wringing his hands on the bat’s handle. He knew this pitcher would pitch fast and he’d just gotten off of the t-ball stand. His mother was watching, somewhere behind him and he wanted to hit the ball. He stepped a little closer to the plate, watching and waiting. The ball came flying at him. Wham! He snapped his arms quickly. The ball sailed back behind him and the umpire yelled, “Strike one!”
I was always falling into step behind everyone. I could never be my own leader. I hated that. I hated being different. I was okay with being behind, but I wasn’t okay with not being important. So, I shut my mouth and continue to fall in line behind everyone: Right where I belong.
I tried to take a step back.
To see things from another perspective.
To leave my emotions behind
for a moment
and see all that there was
and all that there will
or will not be.
Everything in between.
I didn’t necessarily like it;
to see a cellphone completely re-purposed
or a nightstand drawer empty
or upturned canvases tucked away.
In fact, I hate it.
But it seemed like it was
starting to make sense.
Sometimes, though, I wish that
You didn’t take that step
before I did.
The first step is forgiveness, but I step past that step onto the fifth step, which is remorse, I miss the back of the bus and the front of her two step.
“bogdan,would they have really killed us for secret treasure?! ”
“they could not haven blown themselves up without without taking step by step by step plans to kill us.”
I stepped onto the platform and felt the heaviness in the soles of my shoes weighing myself down. I nervously swallowed the boulder-sized lump that had gradually formed in my throat just before I was to go on. I walked up to the podium and squinted before the large crowd. I was shaking internally, but I was ready. “Thank you, it’s been such an honor,” I said.
Reiter took a step into the gloomy building. The inside was just as dim-looking as the facade, if not moreso. The room he had entered appeared to be some sort of library, since there were piles of books arranged on shelves and tables scattered across the room.
Don’t step on my toes and i wont crush yours ..
A step is a large thing. Especially if it is our first step. Our first steps towards are parents or our first step into a new school. How about that first step of jumping into that ocean of life once you are finally ready to be on your own? We have a lot of first steps in life it’s important we choose the right ways to go with them.
One step at a time, my friend. Just take things one step at a time. There is no hurry – we all get where we are supposed to be going eventually. We seldom miss anything along the way, if we pay attention.
Step. Steppe. Pepper. Person. Son. Daughter. Slaughter. Laughter. Joke. Cruel joke. Torture. Evil. Empathy. Pathetic. You are.
one step could lead to another step and another and another and another and another and another and another until there’s a stop. then you keep stepping because you want to.
to step is to move oneself from a place to the next. a step is a way to begin something new, to throw the last step taken to the winds, and start anew. a step is just that, new. a risk. a challenge.
She stepped forward, her step echoing through the hall. She didn’t know where she was, nor did she know why she was there. She simply knew, that she had to step forward, to forge ahead to create a path through the darkness that is the hallway that she stood in, and to do that, she had to step forward into the unknown.
I will take a step in the right direction, I will follow my heart. I have already taken the first step – catharsis. I let her know I loved her. I will follow this path or whatever path she is on as long as she is happy with me there. This step won’t be the last.
stepping away from the mess on the floor was the only thing he could do
a crime scene always left people more awake, eyes open, heart wounded
but him? it only made him sad, and sharp
how far the human wrongness could go before he could stop them?
a movement. a simple movement. one of the first things human’s achieve. so simple, yet amazing. it takes you up down, wherever you want. wherever you’re going, a step is what will take you there. a simple step could take you to your future, to heaven, to hell. wherever. you won’t know where you’re going until you take a step. come on. do it. take your first step.
Steps are what take us to where we want to be, and are a way to measure the distance from where we’ve been.
Step by step was a tv show and it’s also the name of a New Kids on the Block song, and that’s because it’s a cliched phrase that means to take things one step at a time, but that’s also a cliched phrase. Is there a way to define a cliche without using another cliche? I’m not sure it’s possible.
He was smiling as he took that first step out of the house. He didn’t seem to notice the blood on his hands, nor how the wind managed to lift away what was left of his shirt. The ribbons of it fluttered about but he payed them no heed. He ran a hand through his disheveled brown hair and laughed as the wail of sirens reached his ears. He’d done it. Finally.
Step 1: Don’t die.
Step 2: Don’t be a hero.
Step 3: Always help a teammate
Step 4: Now you are the ultimate zombicide.
One step.. It is so much harder than it looks when you know you’re stepping towards someone you hate so much. When all of those thoughts flow through your brain, and they step closer, then you know the war has begun without you even saying anything. They know it too, maybe that’s what causes the automatic hate.
She took one step, and she fell.
It’s necessary to take steps in life. And many times you will trip. I tripped numerous times this year. Sometimes I fell on my face, sometimes my butt cushioned the fall, and sometimes I fell on top of my friends, who saved me from a painful landing.
First steps, children’s steps- marking their presence in the world.
On the way to Enlightment and to a bigger world than morning baby food
and the daunting chores of survival. Every step leads us all somewhere closer to where we want to be.
Okay.. You can do this.. Just take one step. Ankara told herself quietly. Seeing them together hurt her deeply. Okay, see? That wasn’t so bad. “Oh Hi Ankara.” Uh oh. She was about to take a step backward, but he was too quick and she didn’t want to be rude. “Hello.”
I just step. And it’s that one movement of muscle and bone that propels me. That simple coaxing of my limbs to push past the boundary and I’m there. I’m here. I’m ready. Because of the step.
I took a step to to choose the love of my life. It was just a step of chance & a step to our amazing life. That was the best step I’ve ever taken.
I always take big steps. I never really think things through. That’s a problem I have. I either take huge steps or don’t take any steps at all. I fell down the back steps when I was little. It was painful. They’re brown super hard wood. In 6th grade we had to do a step by step presentation in front of the class. Mine was on how to defend yourself with tae Kwon do.
I step into the universe for the first time. It’s like stepping into a butterfly’s secret closet. Feeling the honeysuckle between my summer toes. a whirlwind of shapes in my dancing sunflower friendship eyes…I swallow the honey air with warm gulp and utter fascination at what is fresh.
Step. First one step and the other. Step up to the podium. Take that first step on the stairs. Made of wood. Untreated save by the years of stepping and the carpet that once been stapled to them. They led up to the bedrooms where I spent my childhood, painted yellow and purple. We’d always make plans to escape that room and go out to the world, and here we are.
I don’t want to take the next step. Story of my life. I drag out the current one as long as possible. I refuse to even think about how I will approach the next step. In the end, I only cause myself and others around me pain. And it sucks. But I still do not want to do this. stilllll.
Taking the first step can be really hard but i think its necessary. without it you wouldnt really go anywhere…change is really freaking scary but who would wanna be doing the same thing for all eternity? take the first step.
Marble poured out underneath me, curving steps that were so slippery I couldn’t imagine making it to the bottom. People were below, marveling at my face, my wonder
A quick little diddy, one walking jolt, and then a quick little hop. Pirouette completed, a smile for the claps of her mentors. Hopes and dreams all open in her eyes. It goes quiet.
one of these can lead you down a path, through a tunnel, or across a bridge. one of these can send you in the right direction or the wrong one. one of these can lift you up, can lead to many, can get you going.
As I climbed up the rustic stone steps I could sense the ever threatening fear creep up through my soul and into ever shadow of my facial features.
sometimes it takes a lot of them to get where you want to go. other times it just takes one. one of these can aim you in the right direction, or the wrong. one of these can lift you up. one of these can turn into more.
step by step. our lives are judged by steps. the step of graduating high school, college, getting married, having children. each step is a glorious one. each step is huge but small at the same time. and one day when we look back on our lives, we can look at each small step and see how far each step took us.
The steps I took in line with my destiny, alone steps, have made and unmade me. Not measured by logic or convention, but directed by the unseen light that only the heart can know when it is quiet.
one step can make or break you. are you an inch from finishing a race, or are you teetering on the edge of an abyss? before you take that step, stop, think, look around; things might not always be what they appear.
He stepped up to the plate,wringing his hands on the bat’s handle. He knew this pitcher would pitch fast and he’d just gotten off of the t-ball stand. His mother was watching, somewhere behind him and he wanted to hit the ball. He stepped a little closer to the plate, watching and waiting. The ball came flying at him. Wham! He snapped his arms quickly. The ball sailed back behind him and the umpire yelled, “Strike one!”
I was always falling into step behind everyone. I could never be my own leader. I hated that. I hated being different. I was okay with being behind, but I wasn’t okay with not being important. So, I shut my mouth and continue to fall in line behind everyone: Right where I belong.
I tried to take a step back.
To see things from another perspective.
To leave my emotions behind
for a moment
and see all that there was
and all that there will
or will not be.
Everything in between.
I didn’t necessarily like it;
to see a cellphone completely re-purposed
or a nightstand drawer empty
or upturned canvases tucked away.
In fact, I hate it.
But it seemed like it was
starting to make sense.
Sometimes, though, I wish that
You didn’t take that step
before I did.
The first step is forgiveness, but I step past that step onto the fifth step, which is remorse, I miss the back of the bus and the front of her two step.
“bogdan,would they have really killed us for secret treasure?! ”
“they could not haven blown themselves up without without taking step by step by step plans to kill us.”