stack attack like yea. So this one day i was waiting at a bus stop and i had some cards in a stack. It was a nice set of cards with the Florida logo from the airport. They were nice but they had icky stains on them.
Mishka
stacked dead actors,
stacked in the rafters,
line ’em all up, cause all we want is the truth.
griffin.
It was piled up like the grand canyon. It was going to be impossible to check all these papers. Fist day on the job and they already got me filling in stuff. I have no idea how they got it to stay perfectly stacked like they did, but that pile was a monster to look at. I think I am just going to go on break and pray that there is some God that loves me and will make these papers disappear.
I casually walk out of the building feeling all high and mighty because I’ve realized that it’s better to walk the walk and pray that no one will ever make you talk the talk. I get through the gray office buildings front door. The first thing that happens when I walk out those doors is get blinded by the rising sun and step in a great big pile of dog poop and ruin my brand new shoes. No isn’t that just the best way to start off a new day.
I walk a mile down the street to Starbucks and crap my self a coffee. I definitely need a pick me up today, espically if I am ever going to get that paper work done. AW MAN! The paper work.
I was just being to enjoy my surrounding when of course I had to remeber that. Atleast I did this time, maybe I wont get fired this time. I have been trying to get this job for several years and just couldn’t seem to get it till that guy who used to work in my seat got ran over by a truck just last week. Atleast I benifited from the situation.
I really do need this job and better head back, but I don’t know what I would do when I get there. Play with the stapler? Last time I did that someone wound up in the hospital and I was fired. What about if I play basketball with the trashcan as the hoop? Oh yea, last time that didn’t end wel either.
I remember one time when I was playing with the glue gun at that one office…WAIT! I need to focus. How am I going to do this. I can’t get fired. I can’t afford to. I meed this money to pay the bills. I am already in to much debt, that this job has to work out for me. How about I just head back and see what happens?
I walk through the gray office doors and head to the elevator. I slowly press the button to go up when a lady carrying flowers comes up to me. The doors open and we walk in. I press the second floor and she just waits patiently, when all of the sudden the front desk phone starts ringing. She slams her foot in front of the elevator doors, forcing them to reopen. She turns around and tells me to give these flowers to the man behind desk 32, then she darts off to get the phone.
I finally get out of the elevator and begin my search for desk 32. It was wired how the office was set up. You would think it would be in counting order, but it’s not. I spend about 20 minutes searching for desk 32 when I finally just give up. I slowly walk back to my desk with the flowers in my hand. It’s like my walk of shame. I’ve already failed to do the simplest task.
\
I sit down in my chair and look up at my monitor and see that there’s a little blue sigh next the screen that I had never seen before. It read,” desk 32″ I just begin laughing cause it was my desk these were for. I open up the card that’s attached to the flowers.
Dear Earl,
We are proud to tell you that you can permanently stay on the job. We have reviewed you resume again and it seems like you will fit in perfectly, also since you have effectively deliver these flowers to yourself, you must be smart enough to work here. Thank you for giving all the employees a laugh.
Sign,
Marty
Stephanie
The books
fall over
gravity
and you
and your
damned
pile
your
unsteady hand
the precarious
damned
gravity
Rathernot
stack is what i know from cs.but what else can i conjure up.A stack of books, especially chess book lying around which I have not read.
vishy
It was cold, colder than she had ever felt. She looked up at the gray sky; the curl of smoke from the chimney stack framed the sky like a print from Currier and Ives. She wanted to go skiing but maybe not.
Michelle
pile
CD
Anonymous
a needle in a haystack. a stack of hay. stack, almost the same as stick but with one letter difference. stack of papers, a pile of. can be used as a noun or a verb in that instance. rhymes with whack, lack, back, smack. used with five letters of the american alphabet.
Kayla from WA
The stack of paper couldnt be higher, how can you be so sure that it exists if it doesnt loom, towering over head as the pens below cower in fear as it threatens to topple over? The lonely mess is but a fleeting thought in the wind of papers.
Anonymous
Piles of papers stack on top of my desk, just another restless night. Ashamed, I should feel relieved from the stress but upon venting I find myself insulting others. Dreaming of killing others who I believe have done me wrong. These terrible acts just to seek happiness for my own selfish reasons.
Scruffy
Stack is an offely nice word. It means to put on top or add. When I think about this word I think if white dominoes on top of eachother in an uneven stack.
Myron
There lies a stack of pills on the table. What the hell, man? I thought you gave it all up. But nope, the reflection tells otherwise. Pupils dilated, hands shaking, it’s obvious he is still addicted.
Scruffy
I cannot stand the library. All of those books that I don’t have the time to read. All of those stories of places I’ll never go…it’s depressing. Much like the way I feel every time the television is on. I used to love the library, the potential it held. But now, it’s like a sad reminder.
Aleena
“Ooh…”
“I think I can take this one here…”
“No! The whole thing is wobbling!”
“#&(!#! Why did you take THAT ONE? Now it’s so hard for the rest of us!”
Guess the game? ;)
puay
Professor M. dropped the stack of binders on the desk. Kelsey looked incredulous. “Don’t worry. There’s more.”
She began to wonder whether law school were really the place for her. All that reading…
k
a pack
on top of the other
a stack
is a thing among its brothers
i like to make stacks
not really
but i said it so it must be true
but not everything i say is true
i
dont exist
wrong
okay, so what?
charlee shein
The stack of newspapers lay dormant. So much information going unread. It was frightening.
Anonymous
I stack each resolution upon the last. Tear down the regrets, and prepare for a new year.
Katie
there was a stack of money nestled deep in henry’s ass.
Anonymous
The was a stack of hay just there. It was so random. I mean, who really cares about a stack of hay? It was hay. Cows eat it, but how does that make it important? What the hell? Why was I even thinking about the hay stack in front of me? Seriously. What was wrong with me? I just didn’t understand why I had to be so random with my thoughts.
Hope Finlay
i stacked the books up against the side of the barn, from there i proceeded to arrange them in a alphabetical order before little kid joe came in and drop kicked the pile. little did he know he too had piles and it hurt really badly. if i ever could take a stick and help clear his piles id be happy.
danutcha
the stack of papers and books was scatered around the desk. other stacks of old cereal boxes and toys were also collected along the walls of the small gruby office. it was clear that the owner was not a neat freak
Megan
Stacks and stacks and stacks of things. The wall of junk and refuse closing in on me, threatening to devour me whole.
faith
organizing. stacking things on top of each other in an attempt to make room. organized chaos. stack. stack them high enough until everything falls over. then what do you do? stack them again, of course!
Cheyenne
i will stack a million little cards on top of each other and build a stair case. it will reach into the sky untill it takes me to the farthest star
Anonymous
As I sit here looking at a stack of papers,
it dawns on me that there is too much work to be done.
The stack,
While I wish it would shrink on its own,
only lies dormant,
and just as high.
The stack of papers,
lying in a frenzy on my desk,
lies there,
just mocking me.
Oh, how I hate the stack.
Christine
The stack of cookies toward high above her four year old head. Shakily they withstood the many tromping and stompings of her brothers that fought with wooden sticks in the background of the living room. For that one, still moment, she was lost to everyone.
Kevyn Day
I stack up the bottles in a pyramid on the red brick wall, then walk back three steps, turn and start pelting small pebbles. I knock the bottles off methodically, like bowling pins, #1 at the top, through to #10 at the back and to the left. They smash on the concrete ground.
A pile of things and something that is probably very high. Sometimes I just stack things. That’s mostly why I’ve spent most of my time locked in a padded room in a straight jacket. My love of stacking things gets a little out of control I suppose. But it’s good times. I love stacking.
Dan Labbe
jhkhk
kh
I’ve got so much to do, so little time, a stack of paper in my “in” box weighing down my psych.
I wish I had time to plan, but instead I do, until I’ve done all, and nothing is left but the end.
Albert Berg
There was a stack of papers on the desk that was about two feet high. They had to be filled out by Friday; it was going to be a long, long week…
Julia...meh
stack
Joecius
I look at the stack of books. THey pile over me, threatining to fall. I sigh, and return to my work, itching to pull a book, any book, out of the pile, but no. Alas, poor me…
Madeline
A stack of papers looks much like any other stack of papers, but what differs is the soul of the paper. Some paper contains the labors of a person, or many many hours of their life. Some paper is blank, containing only limitless possibilities.
Ella
There was a stack of paper that I just couldn’t throw away. I think I still have it. I never look at it, but it has been my experience that the second you throw something away, you find a need for it, or you just wish you had it. It’s like if I don’t have it, my world will come to an end.
OCD Queen
Haystacks, such a commonplace thing. Why on earth would Monet have painted a series of pink-tinted paintings about them? Perhaps because a haystack is a story in itself. It represents a year, not only of a plant, but of a person.
Samantha
I’m not a pervert, but I live in perverted times. When I saw “stack,” my first thought drifted to a group of guys talking about how nice they thought some woman’s stack was. Then I realized the word is “rack” not “stack”.
anonymous
There is a stack in the living room of your house. It is sitting there to look at you, stare at you and to have a very serious conversation, you’ve got to stack everything at home and prepare to lose everything.
nani
A stack of hay, bank notes, papers, files etc. Something collected, bunched together.
stack attack like yea. So this one day i was waiting at a bus stop and i had some cards in a stack. It was a nice set of cards with the Florida logo from the airport. They were nice but they had icky stains on them.
stacked dead actors,
stacked in the rafters,
line ’em all up, cause all we want is the truth.
It was piled up like the grand canyon. It was going to be impossible to check all these papers. Fist day on the job and they already got me filling in stuff. I have no idea how they got it to stay perfectly stacked like they did, but that pile was a monster to look at. I think I am just going to go on break and pray that there is some God that loves me and will make these papers disappear.
I casually walk out of the building feeling all high and mighty because I’ve realized that it’s better to walk the walk and pray that no one will ever make you talk the talk. I get through the gray office buildings front door. The first thing that happens when I walk out those doors is get blinded by the rising sun and step in a great big pile of dog poop and ruin my brand new shoes. No isn’t that just the best way to start off a new day.
I walk a mile down the street to Starbucks and crap my self a coffee. I definitely need a pick me up today, espically if I am ever going to get that paper work done. AW MAN! The paper work.
I was just being to enjoy my surrounding when of course I had to remeber that. Atleast I did this time, maybe I wont get fired this time. I have been trying to get this job for several years and just couldn’t seem to get it till that guy who used to work in my seat got ran over by a truck just last week. Atleast I benifited from the situation.
I really do need this job and better head back, but I don’t know what I would do when I get there. Play with the stapler? Last time I did that someone wound up in the hospital and I was fired. What about if I play basketball with the trashcan as the hoop? Oh yea, last time that didn’t end wel either.
I remember one time when I was playing with the glue gun at that one office…WAIT! I need to focus. How am I going to do this. I can’t get fired. I can’t afford to. I meed this money to pay the bills. I am already in to much debt, that this job has to work out for me. How about I just head back and see what happens?
I walk through the gray office doors and head to the elevator. I slowly press the button to go up when a lady carrying flowers comes up to me. The doors open and we walk in. I press the second floor and she just waits patiently, when all of the sudden the front desk phone starts ringing. She slams her foot in front of the elevator doors, forcing them to reopen. She turns around and tells me to give these flowers to the man behind desk 32, then she darts off to get the phone.
I finally get out of the elevator and begin my search for desk 32. It was wired how the office was set up. You would think it would be in counting order, but it’s not. I spend about 20 minutes searching for desk 32 when I finally just give up. I slowly walk back to my desk with the flowers in my hand. It’s like my walk of shame. I’ve already failed to do the simplest task.
\
I sit down in my chair and look up at my monitor and see that there’s a little blue sigh next the screen that I had never seen before. It read,” desk 32″ I just begin laughing cause it was my desk these were for. I open up the card that’s attached to the flowers.
Dear Earl,
We are proud to tell you that you can permanently stay on the job. We have reviewed you resume again and it seems like you will fit in perfectly, also since you have effectively deliver these flowers to yourself, you must be smart enough to work here. Thank you for giving all the employees a laugh.
Sign,
Marty
The books
fall over
gravity
and you
and your
damned
pile
your
unsteady hand
the precarious
damned
gravity
stack is what i know from cs.but what else can i conjure up.A stack of books, especially chess book lying around which I have not read.
It was cold, colder than she had ever felt. She looked up at the gray sky; the curl of smoke from the chimney stack framed the sky like a print from Currier and Ives. She wanted to go skiing but maybe not.
pile
CD
a needle in a haystack. a stack of hay. stack, almost the same as stick but with one letter difference. stack of papers, a pile of. can be used as a noun or a verb in that instance. rhymes with whack, lack, back, smack. used with five letters of the american alphabet.
The stack of paper couldnt be higher, how can you be so sure that it exists if it doesnt loom, towering over head as the pens below cower in fear as it threatens to topple over? The lonely mess is but a fleeting thought in the wind of papers.
Piles of papers stack on top of my desk, just another restless night. Ashamed, I should feel relieved from the stress but upon venting I find myself insulting others. Dreaming of killing others who I believe have done me wrong. These terrible acts just to seek happiness for my own selfish reasons.
Stack is an offely nice word. It means to put on top or add. When I think about this word I think if white dominoes on top of eachother in an uneven stack.
There lies a stack of pills on the table. What the hell, man? I thought you gave it all up. But nope, the reflection tells otherwise. Pupils dilated, hands shaking, it’s obvious he is still addicted.
I cannot stand the library. All of those books that I don’t have the time to read. All of those stories of places I’ll never go…it’s depressing. Much like the way I feel every time the television is on. I used to love the library, the potential it held. But now, it’s like a sad reminder.
“Ooh…”
“I think I can take this one here…”
“No! The whole thing is wobbling!”
“#&(!#! Why did you take THAT ONE? Now it’s so hard for the rest of us!”
Guess the game? ;)
Professor M. dropped the stack of binders on the desk. Kelsey looked incredulous. “Don’t worry. There’s more.”
She began to wonder whether law school were really the place for her. All that reading…
a pack
on top of the other
a stack
is a thing among its brothers
i like to make stacks
not really
but i said it so it must be true
but not everything i say is true
i
dont exist
wrong
okay, so what?
The stack of newspapers lay dormant. So much information going unread. It was frightening.
I stack each resolution upon the last. Tear down the regrets, and prepare for a new year.
there was a stack of money nestled deep in henry’s ass.
The was a stack of hay just there. It was so random. I mean, who really cares about a stack of hay? It was hay. Cows eat it, but how does that make it important? What the hell? Why was I even thinking about the hay stack in front of me? Seriously. What was wrong with me? I just didn’t understand why I had to be so random with my thoughts.
i stacked the books up against the side of the barn, from there i proceeded to arrange them in a alphabetical order before little kid joe came in and drop kicked the pile. little did he know he too had piles and it hurt really badly. if i ever could take a stick and help clear his piles id be happy.
the stack of papers and books was scatered around the desk. other stacks of old cereal boxes and toys were also collected along the walls of the small gruby office. it was clear that the owner was not a neat freak
Stacks and stacks and stacks of things. The wall of junk and refuse closing in on me, threatening to devour me whole.
organizing. stacking things on top of each other in an attempt to make room. organized chaos. stack. stack them high enough until everything falls over. then what do you do? stack them again, of course!
i will stack a million little cards on top of each other and build a stair case. it will reach into the sky untill it takes me to the farthest star
As I sit here looking at a stack of papers,
it dawns on me that there is too much work to be done.
The stack,
While I wish it would shrink on its own,
only lies dormant,
and just as high.
The stack of papers,
lying in a frenzy on my desk,
lies there,
just mocking me.
Oh, how I hate the stack.
The stack of cookies toward high above her four year old head. Shakily they withstood the many tromping and stompings of her brothers that fought with wooden sticks in the background of the living room. For that one, still moment, she was lost to everyone.
I stack up the bottles in a pyramid on the red brick wall, then walk back three steps, turn and start pelting small pebbles. I knock the bottles off methodically, like bowling pins, #1 at the top, through to #10 at the back and to the left. They smash on the concrete ground.
http://jamesbent.com/blog – daily offbeat fiction
A pile of things and something that is probably very high. Sometimes I just stack things. That’s mostly why I’ve spent most of my time locked in a padded room in a straight jacket. My love of stacking things gets a little out of control I suppose. But it’s good times. I love stacking.
jhkhk
I’ve got so much to do, so little time, a stack of paper in my “in” box weighing down my psych.
I wish I had time to plan, but instead I do, until I’ve done all, and nothing is left but the end.
There was a stack of papers on the desk that was about two feet high. They had to be filled out by Friday; it was going to be a long, long week…
stack
I look at the stack of books. THey pile over me, threatining to fall. I sigh, and return to my work, itching to pull a book, any book, out of the pile, but no. Alas, poor me…
A stack of papers looks much like any other stack of papers, but what differs is the soul of the paper. Some paper contains the labors of a person, or many many hours of their life. Some paper is blank, containing only limitless possibilities.
There was a stack of paper that I just couldn’t throw away. I think I still have it. I never look at it, but it has been my experience that the second you throw something away, you find a need for it, or you just wish you had it. It’s like if I don’t have it, my world will come to an end.
Haystacks, such a commonplace thing. Why on earth would Monet have painted a series of pink-tinted paintings about them? Perhaps because a haystack is a story in itself. It represents a year, not only of a plant, but of a person.
I’m not a pervert, but I live in perverted times. When I saw “stack,” my first thought drifted to a group of guys talking about how nice they thought some woman’s stack was. Then I realized the word is “rack” not “stack”.
There is a stack in the living room of your house. It is sitting there to look at you, stare at you and to have a very serious conversation, you’ve got to stack everything at home and prepare to lose everything.
A stack of hay, bank notes, papers, files etc. Something collected, bunched together.