On the stable end was a pile of rocks. And then there were none.
Up on the platform on the giant weighing scale of life, someone is in delicate balance. They think they’ve got it all together. And then they slip and all and find that hell actually exists, and it exists on Earth.
Myona
He rested his arms on the table in front of him, panting heavily. “I’m okay,” he told himself, “perfectly fine.” But the man was unsure of even this.
Forlornly, she let the iron bolt drop from her hand. It swung like a pendulum, creaking gently as it did so. She was surprised she hadn’t heard it earlier. The rounded handle caught the fading evening light and creating a brief hypnotic effect in the corner of her eye, as it swung backwards and forwards on the door.
The room looked bare now, void of a presence that previously filled it, the lingering presence being only that of a faint aroma – sweet, but earthy, a touch unpleasant even, if you weren’t used to it. There would be a feeling of longing now, as the emptiness would dawn on her, the loss of a true companion.
Somewhere, some miles away, her companion could be found, but in what direction, and towards what hillside amongst all these valleys, she had no idea. The cliche robbed her of her initial discomfort, brought a smile to her face even, though it wouldn’t last long.
“well, i don’t need you watch out for me. i don’t need you for anything.” i stood up, and turned around towards the bar door. suddenly, the world tilted, back and forth and all around like a ride at the fair. i reached out a hand to steady myself, but nothing was stable, it was all spinning, a marry go round full of people and horrors. watery colors and lights spilled together, and the sounds became a symphony, loud and awful. i felt myself sit back down on the bar stool, and just as quickly slide off, right into his arms, which for the first time, was the last place i wanted to be.
Stable means something is steady, like “She’s stable” is a common phrase in a hospital. A stable is also where animals are kept. Jesus was born in a stable.
Damaris
I want a stable relationship. I want someone that I can come home to. I want to be in love. I want the to be you.
She was stable. Finally. Stable, and not broken or fragmented, or insane or broken or, or, or. She was fine. Fine. Normal. There was nothing wrong with her anymore. Nothing. She whimpered and clutched her head. Why was this starting up again? Why? Because, came the soft whisper, we are you, and you are we.
Horese like eating hay, they poop a lot. People have to care for them in the stable. Stalls for different horses, that different people own.
Kairav
I walked into the stable and walked down the wide hall of cement floors. The horses on each side quietly did what horses do, whatever that is. All I could think was how serene the stables made me feel. The horses are my friends, they understand me. And I understand them.
Emily T.
Die Stäbe waren unterschiedlich lang geschnitten und in allen möglichen Farben gestrichen. Wir gruben sie in den Boden, einen nach dem anderen und traten die Erde wieder fest. Wir setzten sie so, dass sie eine gewundene Linie bildeten. Am Abend kam der Wind und der ganze Hügel seufzte.
stable. This word means to be steady or on track other wise known as stability. stable is a mix of the two things
james
I am stable in my life right now, but there was a time when I wasn’t. I was unsure of myself and what I want from life. Now I know what I want and where I want to go with it. I only get one so I better not waste it.
Two people both desperately unstable and toxic, shouldn’t even be together. These two people find out they’re having a baby. These two people with lots of optimism hope they can suddenly become different people and raise a child into a person who isn’t completely screwed up.
I am a really stable person! Everyone i know is stable.. well.. not everyone…
Alyssa
I was once toled my that was what my family was, stable. Turns out it wasn’t. My dad left us about three months ago. He had an affair with his intern. I don’t like to talk about it but mom says it will help. I don’t think so. But ill give it a try. One day he came home, he frogot i had the day off… I saw him walk in with her. Her blond hair bounced around her sholders as she walked in to MY house. Her thin black high heals clicking on the floors. They walked into MY kitchen and he leaned over and…….kissed her. I ran out of the house crying and from that moment on he was no longer MY dad and that was no longer his house. Because MY dad would never ever ever do something like than…. at least thats what I used to think.
Olivia
A stable relantionship with my friends is what I use to remain sane. Without my friends, I would go insane, my life would fal apart and I might just die. They keep stress off of me (most of the time). They are like mental helpers. Thank you friendies!
one word…hmmm well right now life is pretty good stable i guess. so ya stable would be my word. other words to describe my self? funny smart creative.. or is that just what i wish i was?
Jackson
stable.
concerned. insane.
words of judgement. words that carelessly come out of a persons mouth.
peoples own personal opinions.
…
stable
not knowing
being stable. being confident.
a word that is comforting.
sadie
A stable is like my second home. There, I am surrounded by animals that seem to understand me and know what I am saying. There, it is quiet, peaceful, the silence broken only by the gentle whuff of horses in their hay, and the munching sounds that accompany it. In a stable, I am at home.
Stable? Yeah, right. That’s what I wish this house was.
As I stand in the doorway of my room, I watch my dad hit Mom. I don’t try to stop him. I know if I do, Mom will only push me back, screaming “Stop!” and let him beat her. I matter more to her than she matters to herself.
Jamie
i dont know whats hppened theres destruction in the family deatn illness and everythings fallen apart my life is ruined i feel so insecure. it so unstable
Jackson Walker
the horse was in the stable, munching on hay, looking almost bored. I went up to the horse, caustilly. I slowly put my hand on its muzzle. The horse seemed to care less, its hay more interesting than I. I looked around the barn, no one was around me. It had been ages since I’ve ridden a horse, but suddenly there was nothing I wanted more.
Jennifer
I was anything but such,
But I did not even realize the cause,
I thought if something was related,
The correlation would be obvious,
Instead I have been slowly slipping,
Into a world where I have been unseemly,
Only to realize the source of my chaos,
That was proven correct by your return,
And I hate that I have been getting better,
Getting stable,
For it means you are whom I am dependent on,
And that is nothing but scary.
It would be nice if life was always stable. Or even mostly stable. Sometimes, people equate that with ‘boring.’ Those people had better be careful what they wish for–they just might get unboring. Unstable.
My father was always what I considered to be the epitome of “stable”. A guy who showed up every night, provided and seemed like a “solid” rock. Of course as we get older some of those illusions are shattered. But as a kid…I probably couldn’t have done much better.
I lay still in the hay. my breathing is slow and quiet. i don’t want him to find me. he is dark and angry, and i know he can hurt me again. i hear a bang and the door is flung open. it is him, entering the stable, ready to find me. ready to finish what he started.
i used to think i was a stable person. i said i was like an iron pole. i would bend, but never break. that was a funny notion. i don’t think stability is even possible in this world.
hmm
I’m a mess. I’m a structure of glass on a foundation of straw. A house of cards. The slightest push is an earthquake. The breeze is a hurricane. They talk about me being stable. My mother cries as she looks at her ruins of a son. And you ask if I’m okay?
Preston
sally stands in the stable. she waits for mandy to come visit her. sally wonders what mandy will bring for her. maybe carrots, or oats. or maybe a set of brushes, to give her a nice grooming. whatever she brings, sally knows that mandy will bring her love and warmth. mandy’s visit is always the highlight of sally’s day.
some people look for stable for typical for easy but i don’t want that i don’t want to be normal or boring i want to laugh and cry and die when i’m not around you i want to want you like no one else knows how i want to hate you because you love me too much i want anything but stable
On the stable end was a pile of rocks. And then there were none.
Up on the platform on the giant weighing scale of life, someone is in delicate balance. They think they’ve got it all together. And then they slip and all and find that hell actually exists, and it exists on Earth.
He rested his arms on the table in front of him, panting heavily. “I’m okay,” he told himself, “perfectly fine.” But the man was unsure of even this.
Life has been more stable ever since Christ flooded my heart with peace and joy..
Forlornly, she let the iron bolt drop from her hand. It swung like a pendulum, creaking gently as it did so. She was surprised she hadn’t heard it earlier. The rounded handle caught the fading evening light and creating a brief hypnotic effect in the corner of her eye, as it swung backwards and forwards on the door.
The room looked bare now, void of a presence that previously filled it, the lingering presence being only that of a faint aroma – sweet, but earthy, a touch unpleasant even, if you weren’t used to it. There would be a feeling of longing now, as the emptiness would dawn on her, the loss of a true companion.
Somewhere, some miles away, her companion could be found, but in what direction, and towards what hillside amongst all these valleys, she had no idea. The cliche robbed her of her initial discomfort, brought a smile to her face even, though it wouldn’t last long.
“well, i don’t need you watch out for me. i don’t need you for anything.” i stood up, and turned around towards the bar door. suddenly, the world tilted, back and forth and all around like a ride at the fair. i reached out a hand to steady myself, but nothing was stable, it was all spinning, a marry go round full of people and horrors. watery colors and lights spilled together, and the sounds became a symphony, loud and awful. i felt myself sit back down on the bar stool, and just as quickly slide off, right into his arms, which for the first time, was the last place i wanted to be.
Stable and able, we enable the table.
Stable means something is steady, like “She’s stable” is a common phrase in a hospital. A stable is also where animals are kept. Jesus was born in a stable.
I want a stable relationship. I want someone that I can come home to. I want to be in love. I want the to be you.
She was stable. Finally. Stable, and not broken or fragmented, or insane or broken or, or, or. She was fine. Fine. Normal. There was nothing wrong with her anymore. Nothing. She whimpered and clutched her head. Why was this starting up again? Why? Because, came the soft whisper, we are you, and you are we.
Horese like eating hay, they poop a lot. People have to care for them in the stable. Stalls for different horses, that different people own.
I walked into the stable and walked down the wide hall of cement floors. The horses on each side quietly did what horses do, whatever that is. All I could think was how serene the stables made me feel. The horses are my friends, they understand me. And I understand them.
Die Stäbe waren unterschiedlich lang geschnitten und in allen möglichen Farben gestrichen. Wir gruben sie in den Boden, einen nach dem anderen und traten die Erde wieder fest. Wir setzten sie so, dass sie eine gewundene Linie bildeten. Am Abend kam der Wind und der ganze Hügel seufzte.
clear, happy, real, amazing, strong, safe, simple, wise, boring, predictable
i am not stable.
i have never been stable.
i will never be stable.
who the fuck am i kidding?
stable. This word means to be steady or on track other wise known as stability. stable is a mix of the two things
I am stable in my life right now, but there was a time when I wasn’t. I was unsure of myself and what I want from life. Now I know what I want and where I want to go with it. I only get one so I better not waste it.
Two people both desperately unstable and toxic, shouldn’t even be together. These two people find out they’re having a baby. These two people with lots of optimism hope they can suddenly become different people and raise a child into a person who isn’t completely screwed up.
I am a really stable person! Everyone i know is stable.. well.. not everyone…
I was once toled my that was what my family was, stable. Turns out it wasn’t. My dad left us about three months ago. He had an affair with his intern. I don’t like to talk about it but mom says it will help. I don’t think so. But ill give it a try. One day he came home, he frogot i had the day off… I saw him walk in with her. Her blond hair bounced around her sholders as she walked in to MY house. Her thin black high heals clicking on the floors. They walked into MY kitchen and he leaned over and…….kissed her. I ran out of the house crying and from that moment on he was no longer MY dad and that was no longer his house. Because MY dad would never ever ever do something like than…. at least thats what I used to think.
A stable relantionship with my friends is what I use to remain sane. Without my friends, I would go insane, my life would fal apart and I might just die. They keep stress off of me (most of the time). They are like mental helpers. Thank you friendies!
one word…hmmm well right now life is pretty good stable i guess. so ya stable would be my word. other words to describe my self? funny smart creative.. or is that just what i wish i was?
stable.
concerned. insane.
words of judgement. words that carelessly come out of a persons mouth.
peoples own personal opinions.
…
stable
not knowing
being stable. being confident.
a word that is comforting.
A stable is like my second home. There, I am surrounded by animals that seem to understand me and know what I am saying. There, it is quiet, peaceful, the silence broken only by the gentle whuff of horses in their hay, and the munching sounds that accompany it. In a stable, I am at home.
I’m rather unstable… contradicting thoughts pollute my mind but I was born in LA so my lungs take to smog better than fresh air.
Stable? Yeah, right. That’s what I wish this house was.
As I stand in the doorway of my room, I watch my dad hit Mom. I don’t try to stop him. I know if I do, Mom will only push me back, screaming “Stop!” and let him beat her. I matter more to her than she matters to herself.
i dont know whats hppened theres destruction in the family deatn illness and everythings fallen apart my life is ruined i feel so insecure. it so unstable
the horse was in the stable, munching on hay, looking almost bored. I went up to the horse, caustilly. I slowly put my hand on its muzzle. The horse seemed to care less, its hay more interesting than I. I looked around the barn, no one was around me. It had been ages since I’ve ridden a horse, but suddenly there was nothing I wanted more.
I was anything but such,
But I did not even realize the cause,
I thought if something was related,
The correlation would be obvious,
Instead I have been slowly slipping,
Into a world where I have been unseemly,
Only to realize the source of my chaos,
That was proven correct by your return,
And I hate that I have been getting better,
Getting stable,
For it means you are whom I am dependent on,
And that is nothing but scary.
It would be nice if life was always stable. Or even mostly stable. Sometimes, people equate that with ‘boring.’ Those people had better be careful what they wish for–they just might get unboring. Unstable.
My father was always what I considered to be the epitome of “stable”. A guy who showed up every night, provided and seemed like a “solid” rock. Of course as we get older some of those illusions are shattered. But as a kid…I probably couldn’t have done much better.
I lay still in the hay. my breathing is slow and quiet. i don’t want him to find me. he is dark and angry, and i know he can hurt me again. i hear a bang and the door is flung open. it is him, entering the stable, ready to find me. ready to finish what he started.
i used to think i was a stable person. i said i was like an iron pole. i would bend, but never break. that was a funny notion. i don’t think stability is even possible in this world.
I’m a mess. I’m a structure of glass on a foundation of straw. A house of cards. The slightest push is an earthquake. The breeze is a hurricane. They talk about me being stable. My mother cries as she looks at her ruins of a son. And you ask if I’m okay?
sally stands in the stable. she waits for mandy to come visit her. sally wonders what mandy will bring for her. maybe carrots, or oats. or maybe a set of brushes, to give her a nice grooming. whatever she brings, sally knows that mandy will bring her love and warmth. mandy’s visit is always the highlight of sally’s day.
some people look for stable for typical for easy but i don’t want that i don’t want to be normal or boring i want to laugh and cry and die when i’m not around you i want to want you like no one else knows how i want to hate you because you love me too much i want anything but stable
a horse stabel.
the horse goes in to the stable to rest.
A horse stable.
This means to have a stable life that it a good life and its going great and everything go wonderful. And Yea.
I think is means your stable person like you know what to do next right after the thing you have just done. Thats what I think stable means to me.