i stalling right now. i should be studying for my econ midterm but of course i’m not. i hate my econ class so much my teacher confuses himself all the time and teaches us totally backwards. i wish i had saved my stuff form high school. horses are also kept in stalls. i like people with horse faces, like sarah jessica parker.
hannah
I can’t write this essay, it’s too difficult. Hume and Dennett and identity. Hume says persons aren’t real and we don’t exist. I don’t know why all these philosophers don’t just kill themselves anyway.
Catherine
I… um… er… hmmm… well… I… hmmm… where to start? They always say to start at the beginning, but finding the beginning is another matter. There’s a million different places to start, billions of places in fact. Maybe if I stall a while longer…
MrHeywire
the car never quite worked for anyone else. it stalled and absolutely refused to sputter to life under the touch of anyone but her. she named it and spoke to it softly, whispering, “come on, baby. that’s my boy. come on, karl, honey.” she loved that car more than any boyfriend she ever had.
katie
the car stopped in the middle of the intersection. stalled, again. she knew if she were late one more time her boss would fire her. the car moaned and groaned but just wouldn’t turn over. she saw a boy with a bicycle. she jumped out of the car and bought it, then rode to California.
amanda
the car stopped in the middle of the intersection. stalled, again. she knew if she were late one more time her boss would fire her. the car moaned and groaned but just wouldn’t turn over. she saw a boy with a bicycle. she jumped out of the car and bought it, then rode to California.
anda
So I stalled in answering my mom’s question when she asked where I was during that missed period. To be sure, I hesitated as admitting my fault would hurt her and yet I knew lying would be a dishonourable thing.
Mary
stop halt hesitate bathroom yield procrastinate prolong lengthen
Charlie
As a verb stall means to stop some act, as a noun means a shed- to house a beast or a selling counter of articles
Pavalamani Pragasam
im stalling trying to write this right now. I didn’t realize how boring the word would be but I still want to write something to get the full experience of this site. I wonder what will happen when the timer runs out… a new word? Or maybe they will rate my response on a scale compared to others.
Aaron Trahan
I just stopped… Didn’t know what to write… My mind was empty but for worries… It was the thought of failure that was the wall.
DocTaTech
He was trying to stall for time. They had a limit for how long they could be in the room, and the time was drawing to a close. He didn’t want to leave–or, rather, he didn’t want to be aware from her. He craved this, the short times they spent together after everyone else had left for the evening.
Meilan Firaga
you pee in it with you urine. It isazing what goes into those things. They smell really bad though. In my school someone picked up a urinal cake and smelled, but there was something wrong with him.
zach y.
Like now? Waiting for the exact word(s) to come. Needing to be elo quent. Fl uid. Grac eful. Ain’t happenin’.
Paul
Stalling for time, not knowing what to write.
Wondering, yearning, never knowing,
time stopping, heart dropping,
Anonymous
stall. one time i was doing hella nose grinds on a half pipe and accidently stalled. sometimes my car stalls. and my airplane, generally what I do in such situations is eject from my craft, but occasionally i like to hang around and experience some 3 gs of force on my face and body. sometimes politicians stall when they have no idea what to say, that’s about all i got.
eric sanders
There are horses kept in stalls in a barn, where they eat hay and can be around their own kind. Their stall is like their home in a way: where they sleep, where they eat, where they do their business, where they come at the end of the day. A stall is also in a restroom for human beings: only places of privacy for going to the bathroom.
Anonymous
Not doing things is fun, frankly. We stall because we hate doing most things in our life. And we stall because we really hate having to answer on the spot. Well, most of us. I kind of like answering on the spot. It feels more honest. Honest rhymes with nothing, not a damn thing, or maybe not. Dammit!
Sanz Cloudfish
I was not going to do my homework and so then I just played on Stumble upon until I fell asleep.
Anonymous
bathroom, he came through the door unannounced. She jumped, as if a tidal wave of fear ascended over her in a shortount of time. Without warning, even. This is not a place for a man, her culture had always told her.
Viktoria
Stalling makes me quickly think about girls, they’re really the only thing that I care enough about to stall due to being self conscious about what I’m saying.
Tyler
Stalling is something i do alot, actually its a state of being for me. I do it constantly, why the other day, I had to work on something very important, I mean very, i mean. If I ddn;t do this my whole career would be down the toilet important, but I said, hey… I’ma stall.
Memory
stall again. everyone stalls. it is just a part of life.
im stalling right now.
im not confronting my best friend about our issues.
im not doing my calculus homework
im stalling.
stalling will make us deal with anything better.
Mere
Stall. What do you mean by the word stall exactly? COuld it be the dwelling of a horse in a barn? Awaiting is release into the pastures beyond the dank, enclosure? Is that what I to write about? Or maybe the unsanitary cubicles that we always find ourselves inside?
Ishi
stall,
a barn
a fence
animals
plants
cage
anything that holds something in confinement.
i live in a dorm…kinda like a stall.
Mimi
I hate it when my car stalls. It makes me mad. I also don’t really like bathroom stalls. They’re always so dirty. It’s also really awkward in bathroom stalls when people can hear you pee. I don’t like it when the computer stalls and freezes. That always annoys me because it takes so long. The word stall just isn’t a happy word.
Kathryn
“Would you quit stalling?”
“I’m not stalling. I’m just thinking.”
“Well, your thinking is taking forever.”
“Excuse me, your highness. I’m just trying to save this kid’s life. Pardon me for trying to think this through before I decide someone’s fate.”
She stared blankly at him. That had certainly shut her up.
Malinda Clariese
I stall
i can’t move
i can’t breathe
the voice in the phone, “baby?”
Yes hon, i reply, that’s my answer.
Goodbye.
I leave you for another inevitable sunset.
Kim
I have to put off doing everything. I don’t think about things rationally at first; it takes me a bit to figure out what to do. I don’t think that’s a bad thing necessarily, but it does lead to people getting impatient. I just want things to be right.
Robin
He sat there on the stool. He stalled for what felt like an eternity, and then she finally walked out the door. He stared, and looked away. The smell of her perfume reached his nose as she walked by.
jr
Restroom stall! Restroom stall! I made a mad dash around the corner, nearly knocking over the waiter. (I would have gladly done so because of the bad service.) But before I even saw a sign saying men’s a little girl popped up out of nowhere. I didn’t have time for politeness: I shoved her! She tumbled over the dirty, brown carpeted floor that strongly smelt like beer and urine. I glanced over my shoulder to see her head start moving and eyes tearing up.
Gouldin Lion
i feel like i like to stall people alot because i always almost get caught doing the wrong thing at the wrong time and i dont like to have consiquences come very quickly.
pablo
bathroom stalls
are usually nasty
stained and yellowish
with wonderfully written witty words
for entertainment purposes only of course
Katie
God… I don’t want to do this. I know, I know. I’ll have to eventually, but looking down the tall slide, it’s just too frightening! I can’t do it. Not yet. I’ve always had a little fear of heights, and I mean, look at it! Barely a railing! Insane! Maybe when I’m older can I finally work up the guts to go down the slide, but until then… No.
DOG-GY
the stall was the only comfort he had anymore. his everyday ritual,the 3:15 stop to the bathroom, the smooth lines, the cold steel, it seemed welcoming and unforgiving at the same time. he was thinking of her, but soon it’d end. he was back into the day, after his trip.
grasshopper
I walked briskly down the side walk, paused, resumed, then stalled and looked at my reflection in the department store window. My beard was just starting to grow, even though I was 52-years-old. Yup, I went and got hormonal treatment. Apparently, I wasn’t getting enough according to the doctor. So while there, I had the nerve to strike a pose, but it wouldn’t work out in my favor doing so: a beer belly, and a shirt with armpit stains didn’t attract females.
Lookin’ good, I thought, very good. Feeling cocky, I turned to the side and heard a wolf whistle.
Gouldin Lion
what?
mei
She hesistated at the foot of the ramp, her auburn locks billowing in the gentle breeze. A question hung on her sunrise lips. She fought to quell the panic rising in her heart as the furious, red-faced man shook her with all his might. she longed to answer his question truthfully- but she could not.
Bjet K
i like to stall for time. horse stalls. i hate being stalled when i have to be somewhere. that’s the worst. bathroom stalls. i’m even stalling for time writing this by interjecting random and senseless phrases. i wonder what other people wrote because stall is not an easy word to write about.
i stalling right now. i should be studying for my econ midterm but of course i’m not. i hate my econ class so much my teacher confuses himself all the time and teaches us totally backwards. i wish i had saved my stuff form high school. horses are also kept in stalls. i like people with horse faces, like sarah jessica parker.
I can’t write this essay, it’s too difficult. Hume and Dennett and identity. Hume says persons aren’t real and we don’t exist. I don’t know why all these philosophers don’t just kill themselves anyway.
I… um… er… hmmm… well… I… hmmm… where to start? They always say to start at the beginning, but finding the beginning is another matter. There’s a million different places to start, billions of places in fact. Maybe if I stall a while longer…
the car never quite worked for anyone else. it stalled and absolutely refused to sputter to life under the touch of anyone but her. she named it and spoke to it softly, whispering, “come on, baby. that’s my boy. come on, karl, honey.” she loved that car more than any boyfriend she ever had.
the car stopped in the middle of the intersection. stalled, again. she knew if she were late one more time her boss would fire her. the car moaned and groaned but just wouldn’t turn over. she saw a boy with a bicycle. she jumped out of the car and bought it, then rode to California.
the car stopped in the middle of the intersection. stalled, again. she knew if she were late one more time her boss would fire her. the car moaned and groaned but just wouldn’t turn over. she saw a boy with a bicycle. she jumped out of the car and bought it, then rode to California.
So I stalled in answering my mom’s question when she asked where I was during that missed period. To be sure, I hesitated as admitting my fault would hurt her and yet I knew lying would be a dishonourable thing.
stop halt hesitate bathroom yield procrastinate prolong lengthen
As a verb stall means to stop some act, as a noun means a shed- to house a beast or a selling counter of articles
im stalling trying to write this right now. I didn’t realize how boring the word would be but I still want to write something to get the full experience of this site. I wonder what will happen when the timer runs out… a new word? Or maybe they will rate my response on a scale compared to others.
I just stopped… Didn’t know what to write… My mind was empty but for worries… It was the thought of failure that was the wall.
He was trying to stall for time. They had a limit for how long they could be in the room, and the time was drawing to a close. He didn’t want to leave–or, rather, he didn’t want to be aware from her. He craved this, the short times they spent together after everyone else had left for the evening.
you pee in it with you urine. It isazing what goes into those things. They smell really bad though. In my school someone picked up a urinal cake and smelled, but there was something wrong with him.
Like now? Waiting for the exact word(s) to come. Needing to be elo quent. Fl uid. Grac eful. Ain’t happenin’.
Stalling for time, not knowing what to write.
Wondering, yearning, never knowing,
time stopping, heart dropping,
stall. one time i was doing hella nose grinds on a half pipe and accidently stalled. sometimes my car stalls. and my airplane, generally what I do in such situations is eject from my craft, but occasionally i like to hang around and experience some 3 gs of force on my face and body. sometimes politicians stall when they have no idea what to say, that’s about all i got.
There are horses kept in stalls in a barn, where they eat hay and can be around their own kind. Their stall is like their home in a way: where they sleep, where they eat, where they do their business, where they come at the end of the day. A stall is also in a restroom for human beings: only places of privacy for going to the bathroom.
Not doing things is fun, frankly. We stall because we hate doing most things in our life. And we stall because we really hate having to answer on the spot. Well, most of us. I kind of like answering on the spot. It feels more honest. Honest rhymes with nothing, not a damn thing, or maybe not. Dammit!
I was not going to do my homework and so then I just played on Stumble upon until I fell asleep.
bathroom, he came through the door unannounced. She jumped, as if a tidal wave of fear ascended over her in a shortount of time. Without warning, even. This is not a place for a man, her culture had always told her.
Stalling makes me quickly think about girls, they’re really the only thing that I care enough about to stall due to being self conscious about what I’m saying.
Stalling is something i do alot, actually its a state of being for me. I do it constantly, why the other day, I had to work on something very important, I mean very, i mean. If I ddn;t do this my whole career would be down the toilet important, but I said, hey… I’ma stall.
stall again. everyone stalls. it is just a part of life.
im stalling right now.
im not confronting my best friend about our issues.
im not doing my calculus homework
im stalling.
stalling will make us deal with anything better.
Stall. What do you mean by the word stall exactly? COuld it be the dwelling of a horse in a barn? Awaiting is release into the pastures beyond the dank, enclosure? Is that what I to write about? Or maybe the unsanitary cubicles that we always find ourselves inside?
stall,
a barn
a fence
animals
plants
cage
anything that holds something in confinement.
i live in a dorm…kinda like a stall.
I hate it when my car stalls. It makes me mad. I also don’t really like bathroom stalls. They’re always so dirty. It’s also really awkward in bathroom stalls when people can hear you pee. I don’t like it when the computer stalls and freezes. That always annoys me because it takes so long. The word stall just isn’t a happy word.
“Would you quit stalling?”
“I’m not stalling. I’m just thinking.”
“Well, your thinking is taking forever.”
“Excuse me, your highness. I’m just trying to save this kid’s life. Pardon me for trying to think this through before I decide someone’s fate.”
She stared blankly at him. That had certainly shut her up.
I stall
i can’t move
i can’t breathe
the voice in the phone, “baby?”
Yes hon, i reply, that’s my answer.
Goodbye.
I leave you for another inevitable sunset.
I have to put off doing everything. I don’t think about things rationally at first; it takes me a bit to figure out what to do. I don’t think that’s a bad thing necessarily, but it does lead to people getting impatient. I just want things to be right.
He sat there on the stool. He stalled for what felt like an eternity, and then she finally walked out the door. He stared, and looked away. The smell of her perfume reached his nose as she walked by.
Restroom stall! Restroom stall! I made a mad dash around the corner, nearly knocking over the waiter. (I would have gladly done so because of the bad service.) But before I even saw a sign saying men’s a little girl popped up out of nowhere. I didn’t have time for politeness: I shoved her! She tumbled over the dirty, brown carpeted floor that strongly smelt like beer and urine. I glanced over my shoulder to see her head start moving and eyes tearing up.
i feel like i like to stall people alot because i always almost get caught doing the wrong thing at the wrong time and i dont like to have consiquences come very quickly.
bathroom stalls
are usually nasty
stained and yellowish
with wonderfully written witty words
for entertainment purposes only of course
God… I don’t want to do this. I know, I know. I’ll have to eventually, but looking down the tall slide, it’s just too frightening! I can’t do it. Not yet. I’ve always had a little fear of heights, and I mean, look at it! Barely a railing! Insane! Maybe when I’m older can I finally work up the guts to go down the slide, but until then… No.
the stall was the only comfort he had anymore. his everyday ritual,the 3:15 stop to the bathroom, the smooth lines, the cold steel, it seemed welcoming and unforgiving at the same time. he was thinking of her, but soon it’d end. he was back into the day, after his trip.
I walked briskly down the side walk, paused, resumed, then stalled and looked at my reflection in the department store window. My beard was just starting to grow, even though I was 52-years-old. Yup, I went and got hormonal treatment. Apparently, I wasn’t getting enough according to the doctor. So while there, I had the nerve to strike a pose, but it wouldn’t work out in my favor doing so: a beer belly, and a shirt with armpit stains didn’t attract females.
Lookin’ good, I thought, very good. Feeling cocky, I turned to the side and heard a wolf whistle.
what?
She hesistated at the foot of the ramp, her auburn locks billowing in the gentle breeze. A question hung on her sunrise lips. She fought to quell the panic rising in her heart as the furious, red-faced man shook her with all his might. she longed to answer his question truthfully- but she could not.
i like to stall for time. horse stalls. i hate being stalled when i have to be somewhere. that’s the worst. bathroom stalls. i’m even stalling for time writing this by interjecting random and senseless phrases. i wonder what other people wrote because stall is not an easy word to write about.
d;ajklfadjkls;dakfjl;a;fjkldstall