Uge! I hate bathroom stalls! Why do they alway have to be soo filthy! Filth! Clean them up onece in a while! I’ve seen it done! Go to Eroup! Go to Germany! Hell e
J Qvist
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Aik
I hate bathroom stalls. Stalls imply mass urination and that’s never a good sign. I hate when the automatic toilet flushes before its time. That has to be one of the most disgusting situations in public life. Who knows how many people have touched that stall door before you.
claire
Hesitation. (My word is stall, which is apt, because I feel my brain constantly revise what I plan to write.) I know this isn’t much, but at least it’s something.
Mike
Stalling is fear. Fear of what one can accomplish if they actually set their mind to the task. Fear of both failure and success. For most the fear of that unknown is more terrifying than the wondering of what could have been accomplished with more time.
Tony
there is a bathroom stall and a horse stall. Then there is when people stall other people from trying to see something like that one episode of full house where DJ and Stephanie break their dads closet thing and Michelle stalls the dad.
Anonymous
The bus was stalled. What were they going to do? Leave her there for the next three hours til the next one got there? She growled. What the heck? The bus was broken. She walked up to the bus driver. “What the heck is going on here?”
“The engine caught fire..” he replied.
“The fucking engine
b
Stalling. Stallllllllling. Stalllllllllllllllling. Stallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllling. Um yes, in fact, I do have an excellent idea… I do, one that relates to stalling and is absolutely genius. I just getting myself a feel of the word. Stalllllllllll. Good word, I like it. Good prompt, I’ve got loads of brilliant ide-
Katy :)
Stalling never helped the situation. She never changed her mind. Once the decision was made, there was no going back. Head down, he went inside and laid down to take his medicine. Mom was going to whip him no matter what. He just hoped she didn’t go nuts on him like usual. She seemed nice so far today, but who knew?
Sophia
yes,i remember the day and the sun,stall
nortT
car stalled on the road – smoke drifts up from under hood – the owner cursing
poop
To stall is to stay in the same place for an extended period of time. It can mean to keep a conversation on a certain topic so that something else can develop, or also if a car stops.
Brendan W
“Why don’t we talk about what we’re doing tomorrow?”
It was obvious he was just trying to stall.
“Tomorrow can come tomorrow. Today, let’s focus on the here and now.”
I opened the door and saw what he had been hiding.
vish
damn it this sucks balls! have you ever been in a bathroom stall where there was a glory hole? hahaha funny story
Anonymous
it makes me think of when you’re in the bathroom and you have to poop but also it means to make something last longer in terms of like you know just filibustering or whatever.
Anonymous
the writings on the bathroom stall
Anonymous
you shall not stall!! D<
ok no… forget my lame joke, didn’t know what to write
owo
the word means to stop, the car stalled on the side of the road.
aaron
i don’t even know what this means. I feel so confused. This music is too loud. I need a dictionary. WHOOO HOO.
tool
why does he stall? why does he contunue to waste time? does he not know that I here, right here, awiting for him? can he not see how easy it would be? all he has to do is reach out and touch my heart. it shouldn’t be hard. i’m wearing it on my sleve for him
Reilly
I at full stall in my life. It is on hold, plain and simple. I need to move forward and I stuck in a holding pattern…a prison of my own making. I need a kick in the pants.
laura
a shop that sell lots of shitty merchandise and can just suck my dick
ross
I can’t concentrate. She has the TV on some shitty reality show, and she’s eating chips with the volume up to eleven. I can’t even focus on writing this as the ads for family resorts and sports cars blare in the common room.
r.a.
Horses.
me
Stall could hAVe several meanings. It is a room to keep livestock, or a momentary loss of movement or enegy. My car might stall, I might stall something, or my horse might live in a stall. Awesome. Why I doing this? I don’t understand.
MM
“what?”
“i said it perfectly clearly. i said, why are you acting so strangely?” he turned away after this and continued chewing off the end of his fingernail.
“why are you upset?” she mumbled into his shoulder. he just kept chewing his fingernail.
backwards-inhibition.deviantart.com
She was hiding in the stall, waiting, waiting and waiting for the grumbling of the girls outside of her hiding place to stop. But they were still there and she could not let herself be seen – if she was, she knew something horrible would happen. Just then, she felt herself loose her footing on the toilet seat…
Mary
This is one of those days. I’m in a constant state of explaining things to myself, concerned only with the flimsy and the fickle. My peers are utterly possessed with the inexorable march of progress, and all I can do is gaze stupidly at the sky.
Luke
There was a break in the conversation. A sudden pause as his question hung in the air. A million thoughts ran through her head and with every passing moment, a flurry of emotions hung thick about them – something you could almost touch. Her voice seemed to be lost, the only thing she could think to do was stall.
Jane
I don’t want to go. There are people in there, and I haven’t been around them for ages. Maybe, yes, that could work.
“Mum? I’m coming, just gotta find my keys!” Which are in my pocket, but well, she doesn’t need to know that.
“I can’t find them, Mom!”
Maybe that’ll help me for a few minutes. Yeah, should work.
sternentaler
Langsam ging sie von Stand zu Stand. Schaute genau die Waren an, die die Verk
Sherra
opening the toilet stall is one of the worst, suspenseful experiences. you never know what the hell you’re giong to find. i especially happy when i discover that whatever lays behind the stall is clean and pristine. sadly too much of the time, this is wishful thinkin …
udee
the time stalls
wait still no call
fall upon the bed
trying to rest
but your all I hear
your voice hard to remember
your laugh I can’t shake
Ive made it my own
one of the things youve left in your wake
c. larkins
when i don’t want to do something, or the car I pray it doesn’t stall, horses live in a stall this word is pretty universal…
Anonymous
I wait for myself. I shouldn’t, I should forbid the past and just, go. Uncertainties ensue everywhere I go, everything I do. And they shouldn’t.
C. manasa
…..
One. Tick. Two. Tock. Three. Tick, tick, tick.
Hmm…. Time ticks by slowly. One moment then two. Another and another.
Stalling. Waiting. Ticking. Tocking.
I wait for you. I stall for you.
Setz
A car stalls and stutters, as do our minds at times. Either too many thoughts or not enough and the brain engine shudders, unable to process information normally. . . Geez, this is a hard word today, couldn’t we have had “puppies” or “kittens”? Not fair, could have written loads about them.
Sophie Boyce
the beautiful percheron boldly tossed his head as the groom passed by the stall door.
melanie
It’s all your fault, Gina Grad. I saw that you were a fan of this on Facebook and my curiousity got the better of me. Now I’m writing on some random website for no reason at all other than just because. facebook.com/petergenovese is my page that I stall at many times a day.
Uge! I hate bathroom stalls! Why do they alway have to be soo filthy! Filth! Clean them up onece in a while! I’ve seen it done! Go to Eroup! Go to Germany! Hell e
H
I hate bathroom stalls. Stalls imply mass urination and that’s never a good sign. I hate when the automatic toilet flushes before its time. That has to be one of the most disgusting situations in public life. Who knows how many people have touched that stall door before you.
Hesitation. (My word is stall, which is apt, because I feel my brain constantly revise what I plan to write.) I know this isn’t much, but at least it’s something.
Stalling is fear. Fear of what one can accomplish if they actually set their mind to the task. Fear of both failure and success. For most the fear of that unknown is more terrifying than the wondering of what could have been accomplished with more time.
there is a bathroom stall and a horse stall. Then there is when people stall other people from trying to see something like that one episode of full house where DJ and Stephanie break their dads closet thing and Michelle stalls the dad.
The bus was stalled. What were they going to do? Leave her there for the next three hours til the next one got there? She growled. What the heck? The bus was broken. She walked up to the bus driver. “What the heck is going on here?”
“The engine caught fire..” he replied.
“The fucking engine
Stalling. Stallllllllling. Stalllllllllllllllling. Stallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllling. Um yes, in fact, I do have an excellent idea… I do, one that relates to stalling and is absolutely genius. I just getting myself a feel of the word. Stalllllllllll. Good word, I like it. Good prompt, I’ve got loads of brilliant ide-
Stalling never helped the situation. She never changed her mind. Once the decision was made, there was no going back. Head down, he went inside and laid down to take his medicine. Mom was going to whip him no matter what. He just hoped she didn’t go nuts on him like usual. She seemed nice so far today, but who knew?
yes,i remember the day and the sun,stall
car stalled on the road – smoke drifts up from under hood – the owner cursing
To stall is to stay in the same place for an extended period of time. It can mean to keep a conversation on a certain topic so that something else can develop, or also if a car stops.
“Why don’t we talk about what we’re doing tomorrow?”
It was obvious he was just trying to stall.
“Tomorrow can come tomorrow. Today, let’s focus on the here and now.”
I opened the door and saw what he had been hiding.
damn it this sucks balls! have you ever been in a bathroom stall where there was a glory hole? hahaha funny story
it makes me think of when you’re in the bathroom and you have to poop but also it means to make something last longer in terms of like you know just filibustering or whatever.
the writings on the bathroom stall
you shall not stall!! D<
ok no… forget my lame joke, didn’t know what to write
the word means to stop, the car stalled on the side of the road.
i don’t even know what this means. I feel so confused. This music is too loud. I need a dictionary. WHOOO HOO.
why does he stall? why does he contunue to waste time? does he not know that I here, right here, awiting for him? can he not see how easy it would be? all he has to do is reach out and touch my heart. it shouldn’t be hard. i’m wearing it on my sleve for him
I at full stall in my life. It is on hold, plain and simple. I need to move forward and I stuck in a holding pattern…a prison of my own making. I need a kick in the pants.
a shop that sell lots of shitty merchandise and can just suck my dick
I can’t concentrate. She has the TV on some shitty reality show, and she’s eating chips with the volume up to eleven. I can’t even focus on writing this as the ads for family resorts and sports cars blare in the common room.
Horses.
Stall could hAVe several meanings. It is a room to keep livestock, or a momentary loss of movement or enegy. My car might stall, I might stall something, or my horse might live in a stall. Awesome. Why I doing this? I don’t understand.
“what?”
“i said it perfectly clearly. i said, why are you acting so strangely?” he turned away after this and continued chewing off the end of his fingernail.
“why are you upset?” she mumbled into his shoulder. he just kept chewing his fingernail.
She was hiding in the stall, waiting, waiting and waiting for the grumbling of the girls outside of her hiding place to stop. But they were still there and she could not let herself be seen – if she was, she knew something horrible would happen. Just then, she felt herself loose her footing on the toilet seat…
This is one of those days. I’m in a constant state of explaining things to myself, concerned only with the flimsy and the fickle. My peers are utterly possessed with the inexorable march of progress, and all I can do is gaze stupidly at the sky.
There was a break in the conversation. A sudden pause as his question hung in the air. A million thoughts ran through her head and with every passing moment, a flurry of emotions hung thick about them – something you could almost touch. Her voice seemed to be lost, the only thing she could think to do was stall.
I don’t want to go. There are people in there, and I haven’t been around them for ages. Maybe, yes, that could work.
“Mum? I’m coming, just gotta find my keys!” Which are in my pocket, but well, she doesn’t need to know that.
“I can’t find them, Mom!”
Maybe that’ll help me for a few minutes. Yeah, should work.
Langsam ging sie von Stand zu Stand. Schaute genau die Waren an, die die Verk
opening the toilet stall is one of the worst, suspenseful experiences. you never know what the hell you’re giong to find. i especially happy when i discover that whatever lays behind the stall is clean and pristine. sadly too much of the time, this is wishful thinkin …
the time stalls
wait still no call
fall upon the bed
trying to rest
but your all I hear
your voice hard to remember
your laugh I can’t shake
Ive made it my own
one of the things youve left in your wake
when i don’t want to do something, or the car I pray it doesn’t stall, horses live in a stall this word is pretty universal…
I wait for myself. I shouldn’t, I should forbid the past and just, go. Uncertainties ensue everywhere I go, everything I do. And they shouldn’t.
…..
One. Tick. Two. Tock. Three. Tick, tick, tick.
Hmm…. Time ticks by slowly. One moment then two. Another and another.
Stalling. Waiting. Ticking. Tocking.
I wait for you. I stall for you.
A car stalls and stutters, as do our minds at times. Either too many thoughts or not enough and the brain engine shudders, unable to process information normally. . . Geez, this is a hard word today, couldn’t we have had “puppies” or “kittens”? Not fair, could have written loads about them.
the beautiful percheron boldly tossed his head as the groom passed by the stall door.
It’s all your fault, Gina Grad. I saw that you were a fan of this on Facebook and my curiousity got the better of me. Now I’m writing on some random website for no reason at all other than just because. facebook.com/petergenovese is my page that I stall at many times a day.
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