i dont know its something for the horses they use it the farmers to put their food in it
this is usually made of wood i guess and of several pieces
its situated in the place where horses sleep.
Manon
“There was something I wanted to ask you.”
“How was your weekend?”
Stalling. He’d been stalling ever since I had approached. Avoiding the question.
“Mine was great,” he went on. “I went skiing with–“
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you next week!” And he was gone.
Another chance lost.
Fenchurch
stalls happen when you dont put the clutch on a car down at the right time…stalls are also the human mind stuck on a certain subject and the person dosent know what to think…stall is also a five letter word..
Nick
i wish i could have stalled.
but no, you still left me to die.
i think i’m done with being sorry.
but i still think it was never my fault.
it’s all you.
all.
you.
kara chiasson
horeses tee he te hee
Anonymous
stupidity
1515g
bathroom come on get out uhh i got to go aanimal green meditate king arther ant eater girl jillian monkey llast george
me
I sat in the bathroom stall, wondering what the hell I was doing in that bar in the first place. I heard someone come into the bathroom, loudly blathering to a friend who probably wasn’t listening, about some girl he had seen the previous night. I felt a sudden urge to shoot him.
ry_z
I walked into the barn, and down the aisle. And as I reached the end I could see the door to his stall, and out into his corral. It had rained during the night and he was happily caked in mud, face in the grass, eating. I whistled, and my horses head jerked up, ears pricked. Shining bright orange int he sun, he neighed in soft greeting, andbled over, hooves squishing in the mud beneath his feat. I still have days where I watch him come to me in awe, no way such a creature could be mine. Moreazing still because it is not the bill of sale, or the nameplate on his door. It’s his ownership of my heart, his soft knicker, and the conscious choice he makes every day to meet me half way in greeting.
Erica Krilov
I could stall longer but it’s really in vain. I have nothing to say and all the time in the world. This is just 60 seconds of my life. My life could end right now. It’s going so fast. Done.
B
She turned the key again, moved her foot to the gas and tensed as she let out the clutch. She swore as the car shuddered and stalled yet again. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel and tried not to cry. She would never be there on time now. She would never get to see him before he left. She blinked the tears away, sat back and turned the key again. She had to be there.
Maura
dont stall keep going life is short take all the chances you can keep your head held high keep going forward you can do it
jessie
I used to work in the stables 30 minutes from my home every summer. One day I fell asleep in one of the stalls with a horse in there.. everyone said I shouldn’t do that cause I could get stepped on, but I never felt more safe.
Candy
dont stall keep going life is short take all the chances you can keep your head held high keep going forward you can do it
jessie
As I drove the 1993 nissan 240sx into a drift, I miss-shifted and stalled. The car bucked to a stop, and I lost control. Flying towards the edge of the mountain at 80 miles per hour, my recent life flashed b
Prakash Samuel
There he was at the neterenace to his house- stalling…again. ” Hey… um… What are you donig back so early?” he stumbled upo his words looknig distantly back at the door like something would disappear if he didn’t return to it. ” I said I’d be back Tuesday afternoon” His expression was blank.
Katie
the bathroom stall was dirty, as dirty as a cows rectum after a day of sitting in the rain. But that didn’t matter, because John was dead. Drowned last night, head stuck in there like a
Josiah Spinolo
The stall in the barn was full of hay. The cows were coming in one by one. I thought the old farmer looked tired as he trailed in behind his herd. His face showed signs of years of hard work. I think he reminded me of my Grandpa who had worked all his life on the farm. There was no time for vacations or long weekends. It was always a battle between Grandpa and Mother Nature. He would work daylight to dark in order to beat an incoming storm. And one might ask for what? The answer being displayed as each person told a story at his visitation. The words of honesty and integrity were a common thread. The answer being his cows needed that stall in the barn to be full.
Sheena
The bus stalled and I fell forward, the contents of my bag strewn across the floor. My face blushing, I bent down to retrieve my items to see that my journal was not on the ground. It was in the hands of a woman in front of me. She smiled a crooked smile at me.
Megan C
it makes me want to stop and pause or maybe its a place to keep horses or cars. Maybe its what happens when a car can’t make it up a steep hill or the valley you are driving through is too hot. also it could be that little place in those public places where you take care of your personal needs and then go back into
Mysti
stop in place and observe the surroundings. think twice beforehand instead of regretting the ends. pause and observe and be still.
g
I’ve been staling like crazy, unable to finish this one novel. I’m running out of ideas and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Every time I sit down and try to get something on the page I end up going back to other webpages about writers block and stalling because I need help and don’t know
Anonymous
the bathroom
the crapper
i don’t know its gross
it smells bad
knowing this is odd
karter
She was sitting in a stall, the horse staring in hey eyes. There was a tension, you could tell it. Nobody ever saw something that intense. Evrything was in her look. Her, the horse, her, the horse…
jude
to stall means to stop in place. to delay your actions so that you dont have to do something. its like procrastinating. sometimes i would stall if im putting off something that i dont want to do.
Anonymous
Stall. Happens to cars. and planes. is also a place to keep barnyard animals. or a toilet. a way to waste time. or avoid something. do it to keep people from seeing something until you’ve had time to hide / fix it. stall. five letters.
Karin
Put me in a stall. Like all the other office workers. Then I’ll probably produce something very creative, innovative and original.. don’t you think?
M.
My car stalled in the middle of an intersection and being an 18 year old with barely any driving experience, I thought the world was ending. To stall a car….little did I know that it would happen thousands more times when I later learned to drive a stick shift.
Kate
Wooden and burnt, the door screamed with rust. She was slumped on the floor of the stall, sweating whitely , drunkenly. Her veins were blue and pounding. I lifted her up.
janika
Austin Powers in the bathroom stall when the lucky charms guy comes for him and the cowboy in the next stall.
Hilarious
Spaceship’s escape pods looked and smelled like a bathroom stall.
yadda
It is a moment in time that everything seems to come to a stop. A pausing of sorts that is inevitable and yet avoidable all in one.
Rick
I had realized that Chileans were short, I mean, I get it, in this country I a Gulliver-sized traveler.. but this bathroom was still ridiculous. I peered to the left, then to the right, surveying more than just the tops of heads; shoulders, hairlines, inconspicuous collars, and I realized, that I would need to make this quick or this would be beginning of a (well founded) ba
Lara
I only sell Jelly, Cream and Custard. This was my favourite joke for a long, long time. So much so I pretty much forgot all other jokes I knew.. apart from “Get in your Tanks Men” but that’s a CLASSIC. Anyway, it got to a point where I loved this one so much just cause I could ramble on while I was telling it.
ScobbNino
She was crying. She ran towards the public bathroom and hid in a stall. “The monsters couldn’t find me in the dark” she thought, as the ss
Test1648
i close the stall door and walk out
“you were just talking about me, right?”
i didn’t expect who i saw.
Rebecca
this is a time when people aren’t doing anything. or it is a place where everyone is hanging out to buy something. You could have a stall in a market or in a mall. Stalls sell small cheap stuff and don’t staY OPEN FOR VERY LONG.
Miriam
washroom
waiting
smelly
bathroom
hate it
pressure
fail
Anonymous
Stall? Let’s talk about stalling, shall we? The entire reason I’m on this site is to procrastinate from doing a Fabric Notebook project for my Costumes and Makeup Class. It’s due tomorrow.
Antha
I saw my name next to me while I was shitting. It was not in my handwriting. It looked like it was etched in the side of the wall with a compass and the paint flakes were one the floor. ‘Call # for a good time, I love little boys.’ That was not true. Nothing about it was true, but it was as solid as the Berlin Wall from space.
i dont know its something for the horses they use it the farmers to put their food in it
this is usually made of wood i guess and of several pieces
its situated in the place where horses sleep.
“There was something I wanted to ask you.”
“How was your weekend?”
Stalling. He’d been stalling ever since I had approached. Avoiding the question.
“Mine was great,” he went on. “I went skiing with–“
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you next week!” And he was gone.
Another chance lost.
stalls happen when you dont put the clutch on a car down at the right time…stalls are also the human mind stuck on a certain subject and the person dosent know what to think…stall is also a five letter word..
i wish i could have stalled.
but no, you still left me to die.
i think i’m done with being sorry.
but i still think it was never my fault.
it’s all you.
all.
you.
horeses tee he te hee
stupidity
bathroom come on get out uhh i got to go aanimal green meditate king arther ant eater girl jillian monkey llast george
I sat in the bathroom stall, wondering what the hell I was doing in that bar in the first place. I heard someone come into the bathroom, loudly blathering to a friend who probably wasn’t listening, about some girl he had seen the previous night. I felt a sudden urge to shoot him.
I walked into the barn, and down the aisle. And as I reached the end I could see the door to his stall, and out into his corral. It had rained during the night and he was happily caked in mud, face in the grass, eating. I whistled, and my horses head jerked up, ears pricked. Shining bright orange int he sun, he neighed in soft greeting, andbled over, hooves squishing in the mud beneath his feat. I still have days where I watch him come to me in awe, no way such a creature could be mine. Moreazing still because it is not the bill of sale, or the nameplate on his door. It’s his ownership of my heart, his soft knicker, and the conscious choice he makes every day to meet me half way in greeting.
I could stall longer but it’s really in vain. I have nothing to say and all the time in the world. This is just 60 seconds of my life. My life could end right now. It’s going so fast. Done.
She turned the key again, moved her foot to the gas and tensed as she let out the clutch. She swore as the car shuddered and stalled yet again. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel and tried not to cry. She would never be there on time now. She would never get to see him before he left. She blinked the tears away, sat back and turned the key again. She had to be there.
dont stall keep going life is short take all the chances you can keep your head held high keep going forward you can do it
I used to work in the stables 30 minutes from my home every summer. One day I fell asleep in one of the stalls with a horse in there.. everyone said I shouldn’t do that cause I could get stepped on, but I never felt more safe.
dont stall keep going life is short take all the chances you can keep your head held high keep going forward you can do it
As I drove the 1993 nissan 240sx into a drift, I miss-shifted and stalled. The car bucked to a stop, and I lost control. Flying towards the edge of the mountain at 80 miles per hour, my recent life flashed b
There he was at the neterenace to his house- stalling…again. ” Hey… um… What are you donig back so early?” he stumbled upo his words looknig distantly back at the door like something would disappear if he didn’t return to it. ” I said I’d be back Tuesday afternoon” His expression was blank.
the bathroom stall was dirty, as dirty as a cows rectum after a day of sitting in the rain. But that didn’t matter, because John was dead. Drowned last night, head stuck in there like a
The stall in the barn was full of hay. The cows were coming in one by one. I thought the old farmer looked tired as he trailed in behind his herd. His face showed signs of years of hard work. I think he reminded me of my Grandpa who had worked all his life on the farm. There was no time for vacations or long weekends. It was always a battle between Grandpa and Mother Nature. He would work daylight to dark in order to beat an incoming storm. And one might ask for what? The answer being displayed as each person told a story at his visitation. The words of honesty and integrity were a common thread. The answer being his cows needed that stall in the barn to be full.
The bus stalled and I fell forward, the contents of my bag strewn across the floor. My face blushing, I bent down to retrieve my items to see that my journal was not on the ground. It was in the hands of a woman in front of me. She smiled a crooked smile at me.
it makes me want to stop and pause or maybe its a place to keep horses or cars. Maybe its what happens when a car can’t make it up a steep hill or the valley you are driving through is too hot. also it could be that little place in those public places where you take care of your personal needs and then go back into
stop in place and observe the surroundings. think twice beforehand instead of regretting the ends. pause and observe and be still.
I’ve been staling like crazy, unable to finish this one novel. I’m running out of ideas and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Every time I sit down and try to get something on the page I end up going back to other webpages about writers block and stalling because I need help and don’t know
the bathroom
the crapper
i don’t know its gross
it smells bad
knowing this is odd
She was sitting in a stall, the horse staring in hey eyes. There was a tension, you could tell it. Nobody ever saw something that intense. Evrything was in her look. Her, the horse, her, the horse…
to stall means to stop in place. to delay your actions so that you dont have to do something. its like procrastinating. sometimes i would stall if im putting off something that i dont want to do.
Stall. Happens to cars. and planes. is also a place to keep barnyard animals. or a toilet. a way to waste time. or avoid something. do it to keep people from seeing something until you’ve had time to hide / fix it. stall. five letters.
Put me in a stall. Like all the other office workers. Then I’ll probably produce something very creative, innovative and original.. don’t you think?
My car stalled in the middle of an intersection and being an 18 year old with barely any driving experience, I thought the world was ending. To stall a car….little did I know that it would happen thousands more times when I later learned to drive a stick shift.
Wooden and burnt, the door screamed with rust. She was slumped on the floor of the stall, sweating whitely , drunkenly. Her veins were blue and pounding. I lifted her up.
Austin Powers in the bathroom stall when the lucky charms guy comes for him and the cowboy in the next stall.
Spaceship’s escape pods looked and smelled like a bathroom stall.
It is a moment in time that everything seems to come to a stop. A pausing of sorts that is inevitable and yet avoidable all in one.
I had realized that Chileans were short, I mean, I get it, in this country I a Gulliver-sized traveler.. but this bathroom was still ridiculous. I peered to the left, then to the right, surveying more than just the tops of heads; shoulders, hairlines, inconspicuous collars, and I realized, that I would need to make this quick or this would be beginning of a (well founded) ba
I only sell Jelly, Cream and Custard. This was my favourite joke for a long, long time. So much so I pretty much forgot all other jokes I knew.. apart from “Get in your Tanks Men” but that’s a CLASSIC. Anyway, it got to a point where I loved this one so much just cause I could ramble on while I was telling it.
She was crying. She ran towards the public bathroom and hid in a stall. “The monsters couldn’t find me in the dark” she thought, as the ss
i close the stall door and walk out
“you were just talking about me, right?”
i didn’t expect who i saw.
this is a time when people aren’t doing anything. or it is a place where everyone is hanging out to buy something. You could have a stall in a market or in a mall. Stalls sell small cheap stuff and don’t staY OPEN FOR VERY LONG.
washroom
waiting
smelly
bathroom
hate it
pressure
fail
Stall? Let’s talk about stalling, shall we? The entire reason I’m on this site is to procrastinate from doing a Fabric Notebook project for my Costumes and Makeup Class. It’s due tomorrow.
I saw my name next to me while I was shitting. It was not in my handwriting. It looked like it was etched in the side of the wall with a compass and the paint flakes were one the floor. ‘Call # for a good time, I love little boys.’ That was not true. Nothing about it was true, but it was as solid as the Berlin Wall from space.