There are many steps, too many. Steep steps, damp and soft with moss. Stepping gingerly, i start my journey down them. Trying not to slip, trying not to fall..
I took another step forward. The feeling of insecurity was slowly fading away but my heart was still unsure. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was conflicted. On one side, maybe this could help me. Maybe this was in my favor. But on the other hand, what if it was my ruin, my destruction? What if it destroyed everything I had worked for? Was it a risk I could take? Was it a risk I was brave enough to take? Or was I just going to take one step forward and then two steps back again?
I took 1,000 steps today. I also walked up the steps to the haunted house. While my parents took their final steps toward being without debt I was spending more of their money.
when you learn things or how to do something theres always many steps on how to do it
i took many steps when i walked to school
there are more than one step to do stuff in math
steps steps
Steps up the side of a mountain. I remember running them. 163. Heart pounding, air burning my lungs, the taste of the end of my endurance in my mouth. Running, stretching, heaving myself up and forward, up and forward until the bench at the top swayed into my view and I could stop and listen to my blood pound.
like going up the stairs, there’s a process for everything. nothing ever comes easy, you have to climb to get where you want to be. those steps you take along the way help you grow as a person, and to teach you how to live your life. these are the things that teach us about life, and living every day.
She runs up the steps and almost falls, so boundless is her enthusiasm. She doesn’t even notice and just keeps going, taking them too at a time. She is always in a hurry to go somewhere. She is always eager to take the next step towards her future.
The steps in front of the building were broken and cracked now. We had played on them so much as children- it was sad to see them so desolate now. I walked up them and searched behind one of the planks. There it was, the picture I’d traveled a hundred miles to get.
It took Barry many months to make it to the top of the attic steps. Always before his fear of darkness and heights combined to hold him at bay. But deep breaths and the love of his family enabled him to finally get to the boxes stored at the top of their home. Now they will finally be able to decorate their Christmas tree!
She took steps to insure that he could not find her but still the fear nagged at her peace. What if he saw her in an airport? The “What if” was making her crazy. Maybe it would have been better to confront him. The risk of making his anger worse was what he had always used to control her.
I walked up the stone steps for what seemed like hours, always following the glimmering blue light which shone about 2 yards ahead of me. I didn’t really know where it was taking me. All I knew was that if I didn’t have really well toned thighs after this, I never would.
A rest for the foot ascending or descending. I prefer the previous half, seeing as how it’s more optimistic to think you’re moving up and ahead. Like in life, or climbing the stairs of success.
Slowly. One by one. That was all she could manage…just one at a time. She dare not look up and see where she was headed, it would make the steps all a little unbareable .
I still remember the day, the blurry vision of my past. The terrible time in my life, which brought me to tears every night. The irreversible event that occurred on my birthday, my day. I cringe at the slightest mention of the past. Whatever happened, happened. But why can’t I realize it was a mistake? I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to hurt him. We were best friends, why would I ever mean to hurt him? We were just sitting on the steps outside of my house, yet why did things have to become disturbed? We were fine the way we were, peaceful and happy, until I did it. Why did I do it? Why did I extend my arms towards him, why didn’t I give him a friendly tap on the head? Why did I have to go and push him down the steps?
I am slowly, but surely taking steps to move from my stuck place. It is taking much longer than I thought, but the pace of my steps is steady, measured, and persistent.
I take steps leading to the time. The time when I can stop worrying, working, waiting. Steps are waiting, waiting and waiting
There are many steps, too many. Steep steps, damp and soft with moss. Stepping gingerly, i start my journey down them. Trying not to slip, trying not to fall..
take steps
steps in life
steps in love
steps of life
steep steps
steps in growth
steps in careers
steps in making money
I took another step forward. The feeling of insecurity was slowly fading away but my heart was still unsure. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was conflicted. On one side, maybe this could help me. Maybe this was in my favor. But on the other hand, what if it was my ruin, my destruction? What if it destroyed everything I had worked for? Was it a risk I could take? Was it a risk I was brave enough to take? Or was I just going to take one step forward and then two steps back again?
I had to get over a lot of steps to get to the top of the staircase.
there were a lot of steps going up into the attic.
I took 1,000 steps today. I also walked up the steps to the haunted house. While my parents took their final steps toward being without debt I was spending more of their money.
i walked up the to the gym.
my friend tripped going down the steps of the school.
i have lots of step in front of my house.
your mom steped in my house so i told her to get out and she didnt so threatened her so i shot her in the face and she never steped in my house again
When you want to dance you have to learn the new steps move or the steps to science when you are doing a experiment
when you learn things or how to do something theres always many steps on how to do it
i took many steps when i walked to school
there are more than one step to do stuff in math
steps steps
steps babys take steps when they first walk
stairs are the same as steps
stepping step
Steps up the side of a mountain. I remember running them. 163. Heart pounding, air burning my lungs, the taste of the end of my endurance in my mouth. Running, stretching, heaving myself up and forward, up and forward until the bench at the top swayed into my view and I could stop and listen to my blood pound.
the man took the steps up the haunted house
there are many steps into the house
the little boy fell down the steps
the monster shuffled up the steps
I took 55 steps to punch tanner in the face.
he steps on the rocks in the river above the waterfall the he was going to jump off
How many steps does it take to get to the top of mount everest? I don’t know. But in order to find out use these simple steps.
like going up the stairs, there’s a process for everything. nothing ever comes easy, you have to climb to get where you want to be. those steps you take along the way help you grow as a person, and to teach you how to live your life. these are the things that teach us about life, and living every day.
She runs up the steps and almost falls, so boundless is her enthusiasm. She doesn’t even notice and just keeps going, taking them too at a time. She is always in a hurry to go somewhere. She is always eager to take the next step towards her future.
I know there are many steps to take to get to where I’m going,I just pray when I get there your their waiting for me with open arms …
The steps in front of the building were broken and cracked now. We had played on them so much as children- it was sad to see them so desolate now. I walked up them and searched behind one of the planks. There it was, the picture I’d traveled a hundred miles to get.
idk steps steps steps there just to many steps
I always take steps up and down so take steps up.
my house has steps.
something to get up or down
my house has steps.
there are three steps to
a math problem has three steps to it.
the man took three steps then fell.
It took Barry many months to make it to the top of the attic steps. Always before his fear of darkness and heights combined to hold him at bay. But deep breaths and the love of his family enabled him to finally get to the boxes stored at the top of their home. Now they will finally be able to decorate their Christmas tree!
i walk in my own steps
there are three steps to this math problem.
we went up five steps to get to the library.
she wanted to do the five step equation.
How many steps are their into making ice cream?
you have to take steps to get to the house
She took steps to insure that he could not find her but still the fear nagged at her peace. What if he saw her in an airport? The “What if” was making her crazy. Maybe it would have been better to confront him. The risk of making his anger worse was what he had always used to control her.
small steps make a longer journeys than fast trains and the best is, that you can even see the countryside properly
I walked up the stone steps for what seemed like hours, always following the glimmering blue light which shone about 2 yards ahead of me. I didn’t really know where it was taking me. All I knew was that if I didn’t have really well toned thighs after this, I never would.
A rest for the foot ascending or descending. I prefer the previous half, seeing as how it’s more optimistic to think you’re moving up and ahead. Like in life, or climbing the stairs of success.
Slowly. One by one. That was all she could manage…just one at a time. She dare not look up and see where she was headed, it would make the steps all a little unbareable .
I still remember the day, the blurry vision of my past. The terrible time in my life, which brought me to tears every night. The irreversible event that occurred on my birthday, my day. I cringe at the slightest mention of the past. Whatever happened, happened. But why can’t I realize it was a mistake? I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to hurt him. We were best friends, why would I ever mean to hurt him? We were just sitting on the steps outside of my house, yet why did things have to become disturbed? We were fine the way we were, peaceful and happy, until I did it. Why did I do it? Why did I extend my arms towards him, why didn’t I give him a friendly tap on the head? Why did I have to go and push him down the steps?
i took nine stepsinto the living room to sit down after a long day of working and decide to relax and fall asleep
I am slowly, but surely taking steps to move from my stuck place. It is taking much longer than I thought, but the pace of my steps is steady, measured, and persistent.