Her mouth opened, but the words caught in her throat, stalled my some emotion she could quite put her finger on. Anger? Hurt? Resentment? Whatever it was, it didn’t seem worth the effort of explaining. He’d never understood before and he was only asking now for his own benefit, not hers. Why lay open those veins when all he really wanted was something for himself.
Danielle La Paglia
Caught up and stuck. Broken down and immobile. Unable and quite possibly broken. But who is to really know until you take a look behind what meets the eye.
Krystina
car accident
driver’s mistake
raining
car broken
kw
I don’t know its meaning, biaaaaaatch.
Tristan
me. i am temporarily in place waiting for a kickstart into gear, i am floating aimlessly with no traction in a vacuum, i am waiting, i am unstable, i am fearful of that prod in that unforeseeable direction, i am nervous and alive and alight with the flame of fear evoking tremors in my limbs that i did not know could feel so real, i am a cloud
You try your best to keep their attention as your friend, Blake, takes the bracelet from the table. Sure it was someone else’s, but you figured that they didn’t need the money if they could afford that.
The thing was, though, it was a gift from her father before he passed. Her family didn’t have money, and it was all she had left of him.
Vrrrm. VRRRRM. VRRRRRRM! Goddamn it. It won’t start. I can’t think of anything to write. I’m just gonna make noises on the paper because my brain has stalled.
Stalled computer. that’s the first thing that came into my mind. Now that I think about it, stalled car seems to be more appropriate. Stalled. stopped. my writing is now stalled.
Dammit. Traffic. Heat. Steam escaping the pavement.
And a Car that won’t start. A perfect snapshot of a life that’s not going anywhere
Peter Wester
Stalled. Like my car in your drive way when i was about to leave that night. Thank you car for being stalled.
Alana Duff
I was stalled by my own anxieties. I had gathered them up to make up the novelty of my personality.
moni
I was stalled at the mall. I couldn’t handle it. I mean, how could he? To me? Really? This world can be a really annoying place sometimes. You can be as perfect as you like, and yet crazy, annoying things happen to you, thanks to crazy people all around. You just have to hope and pray nice people come your way, instead of annoying people.
She tried to stall the answer to his question, but he stood there like the patient guy he was. She forced a smile and said, “Yes.” As he embraced his new fiance, she wondered if she had made the worst mistake of her life.
stalling. i don’t stall much often. unless you’re stalled, as in, a horse stall, or a bathroom stall. horses are lovely creatures. beautiful creatures. ah, but i’m stalling again. am i?
Kathy
The car stalled: On a four hundred mile trip, it chose to do so in the middle of a railroad crossing. Tom could remember far too many events in his life for which this could be a metaphor.
tonykeyesjapan
When he told me he loved me and wanted to be with me I froze.
Tripped back to past loves and broken promises,
felt old dreams reawaken, and hope stir,
the two sides of the coin battling and frantically trying to emerge as a coherent emotion, reaction.
Awash in memories and feelings, unable to process their lightning speeds,
I froze, my brain stalled.
When he told me he loved me and wanted to be with me I froze.
Tripped back to past loves and broken promises,
felt old dreams reawaken, and hope,
the two sides of the coin battling and frantically trying to emerge as a coherent emotion, reaction. Awash in memories and feelings, unable to process their lightning speeds,
I froze, my brain stalled.
Stopped confused. Can’t get going and have no idea how to make progress. This is tiring and frustrating as well. Not a good feeling. Like a car out of gas b
Big Thom
My life feels this way, stalled, if I understand the meaning of this word correctly. I feel delayed and less than because I am. I have accomplished a lot, but never enough compared to others, and so I am stalled. Why? I do a lot, I am good.
Eric
The car had stalled out on the middle of the 101 north bound. Worse, it had decided to stall out in the middle lane during the 5 o’clock rush hour traffic. Janie sighed and leaned against her oldsmobile, taking a drag as she watched the cars snake by her slowly. She soaked in the angry glares the passing drivers shot at her, as if it was her fault that the car had stalled. Well, it wasn’t. So stare all you’d like, average Joes and Janes. Stare all you like Janie McBeth was here to stay and she was going to enjoy this time.
Her phone was dead, her car had stalled, and there was nothing else for her to do except smoke and enjoy the sunset. Take what life gives you, she supposed. Take what time life gave you to think and reflect. It’s all she could do and all she wanted to do.
She let the angry stares wash over her as she continued watching the sunset, ignoring life for a change.
Stephen Stewart
The car sat on the side of the deserted road, steam coming from its engine. The tow truck was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago, and the two teen boys inside were starting to get irritated. The temperature was starting to rise inside, even with the doors wide open. The desert ground radiated heat, causing ripples in the air.
monoclekitteh
The engine stalled. Grantaire groaned dramatically and slid down the passenger’s seat until he was very nearly crumpled into his tiny amount of floorspace, but Enjolras merely furrowed his brow a bit.
“C’mon, Pat, you know you’ve got it in you…” he murmured to the ancient red jeep, giving the dash a little pat.
“It’s useless. We’re doomed. Forever,” Grantaire slurred, rolling over so that his face was on the cushion where his butt belonged.
“Shut up and put your seatbelt on,” Enjolras said without turning to look at the forlorn drunkard. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would have made you believe that those sharp blue eyes were penetrating the car’s soul. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would convince you that the car HAD a soul.
“C’mon, Patria.”
He turned the key again. The engine roared to life. His lips twitched into an almost-smile.
i sat there, shivering, wondering, when you would utter those words and mi mind wandered to times that passed but where full with love and finally the time came and you started uttering those words and then silence complete silence and i stalled…. i…i….l
Cara heard something… or rather she didn’t hear anything. “Erik, why isn’t the motor running?” “I don’t know.” He replied as he went to check the motor. He came back, his face was drawn. “The motor stalled… We are stuck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.” Cara quickly got out her cell phone. “There isn’t any service out here!” She cried. “Well at least Tim is coming out… tommorow.”
I was stalled, I didn’t want to jump but there were advancing. They didn’t have ranged weapons but the stones that they were throwing were painful. all On my back, Not knowing what to do, I let loose and jump the 50 foot cliff and fell to the Icy water, Not knowing what awaits
“You’re such a fucking–how does anyone STAND you?”
“Just answer the fucking question, Jan!”
Shit. He’d stalled enough for her, apparently, but he had no idea what to tell her.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the ground.
“It’s pathetic. It’s pathetic and you’ll hate me.”
Cars lined for miles upon a stretch of charcoal heating with every minute as the sun bares down upon them and the fumes cause the air to boil. Radio stations flicker, thousands of different tunes and voices fluttering throughout the air as people play with various dials in the attempts to settle the stifling heat within their car.
Halfway through my trip, I smiled, happy to finally be out of my hometown and on my way to my apartment in New York. Being twenty-three and being able to afford an apartment by myself in New York was very satisfying.
I turned up the radio and began singing along, not caring if I knew the words or not. I was out of that little town and on my way to the big city! Just as I got to the chorus, my car shuddered.
Dingdingding. Engine light.
I coasted over to the side of the highway as my car turned off. On my own for the first time. Damn it.
It’s like when your car engine stalls in the middle of a highway. I was going a hundred miles an hour one minute, then the next everything seemed to stop. Pulled off to the side, I get to watch the others speed on by. I ignored the warnings too long, and now the monster has his hand around my throat as he slowly drags me under. And I wonder if someone would only hold me and let me cry for awhile, would I catch a glimpse of sunlight in this black cage? But, armed with a fake smile and a life headed for success, who would know? I could ask. I could ask for help. But if she said no…that might just break me.
I remember the first time I drove with you.
I think the car stalled halfway down cracked roads and plastic highways.
I remember the first time I smoked with you.
I couldn’t light the match because it was a little too cold out.
Andrew Ortiz
Everything he was going to say, everything he was ready to yell was stalled as he heard the news. Everything was changed by the one thing she just told him. Nothing would ever be the same again.
The train shuddered. He pulled the scissors slightly away from his mustache, glancing around the room without moving his head, as if anticipating a larger shake.
Annelise Walker
I was in traffic the other day and it stalled me for about half hour. I almost missed my early moring meeting. I was so ticked off but i made it on time. I hate being stalled by traffic. It sucks.
Adrian
my heart stalled
like your car that summer afternoon
but we can’t push my heart three blocks
and laugh after it starts again
Her mouth opened, but the words caught in her throat, stalled my some emotion she could quite put her finger on. Anger? Hurt? Resentment? Whatever it was, it didn’t seem worth the effort of explaining. He’d never understood before and he was only asking now for his own benefit, not hers. Why lay open those veins when all he really wanted was something for himself.
Caught up and stuck. Broken down and immobile. Unable and quite possibly broken. But who is to really know until you take a look behind what meets the eye.
car accident
driver’s mistake
raining
car broken
I don’t know its meaning, biaaaaaatch.
me. i am temporarily in place waiting for a kickstart into gear, i am floating aimlessly with no traction in a vacuum, i am waiting, i am unstable, i am fearful of that prod in that unforeseeable direction, i am nervous and alive and alight with the flame of fear evoking tremors in my limbs that i did not know could feel so real, i am a cloud
You try your best to keep their attention as your friend, Blake, takes the bracelet from the table. Sure it was someone else’s, but you figured that they didn’t need the money if they could afford that.
The thing was, though, it was a gift from her father before he passed. Her family didn’t have money, and it was all she had left of him.
Vrrrm. VRRRRM. VRRRRRRM! Goddamn it. It won’t start. I can’t think of anything to write. I’m just gonna make noises on the paper because my brain has stalled.
Stalled computer. that’s the first thing that came into my mind. Now that I think about it, stalled car seems to be more appropriate. Stalled. stopped. my writing is now stalled.
Dammit. Traffic. Heat. Steam escaping the pavement.
And a Car that won’t start. A perfect snapshot of a life that’s not going anywhere
Stalled. Like my car in your drive way when i was about to leave that night. Thank you car for being stalled.
I was stalled by my own anxieties. I had gathered them up to make up the novelty of my personality.
I was stalled at the mall. I couldn’t handle it. I mean, how could he? To me? Really? This world can be a really annoying place sometimes. You can be as perfect as you like, and yet crazy, annoying things happen to you, thanks to crazy people all around. You just have to hope and pray nice people come your way, instead of annoying people.
She tried to stall the answer to his question, but he stood there like the patient guy he was. She forced a smile and said, “Yes.” As he embraced his new fiance, she wondered if she had made the worst mistake of her life.
stalling. i don’t stall much often. unless you’re stalled, as in, a horse stall, or a bathroom stall. horses are lovely creatures. beautiful creatures. ah, but i’m stalling again. am i?
The car stalled: On a four hundred mile trip, it chose to do so in the middle of a railroad crossing. Tom could remember far too many events in his life for which this could be a metaphor.
When he told me he loved me and wanted to be with me I froze.
Tripped back to past loves and broken promises,
felt old dreams reawaken, and hope stir,
the two sides of the coin battling and frantically trying to emerge as a coherent emotion, reaction.
Awash in memories and feelings, unable to process their lightning speeds,
I froze, my brain stalled.
When he told me he loved me and wanted to be with me I froze.
Tripped back to past loves and broken promises,
felt old dreams reawaken, and hope,
the two sides of the coin battling and frantically trying to emerge as a coherent emotion, reaction. Awash in memories and feelings, unable to process their lightning speeds,
I froze, my brain stalled.
Stopped confused. Can’t get going and have no idea how to make progress. This is tiring and frustrating as well. Not a good feeling. Like a car out of gas b
My life feels this way, stalled, if I understand the meaning of this word correctly. I feel delayed and less than because I am. I have accomplished a lot, but never enough compared to others, and so I am stalled. Why? I do a lot, I am good.
The car had stalled out on the middle of the 101 north bound. Worse, it had decided to stall out in the middle lane during the 5 o’clock rush hour traffic. Janie sighed and leaned against her oldsmobile, taking a drag as she watched the cars snake by her slowly. She soaked in the angry glares the passing drivers shot at her, as if it was her fault that the car had stalled. Well, it wasn’t. So stare all you’d like, average Joes and Janes. Stare all you like Janie McBeth was here to stay and she was going to enjoy this time.
Her phone was dead, her car had stalled, and there was nothing else for her to do except smoke and enjoy the sunset. Take what life gives you, she supposed. Take what time life gave you to think and reflect. It’s all she could do and all she wanted to do.
She let the angry stares wash over her as she continued watching the sunset, ignoring life for a change.
The car sat on the side of the deserted road, steam coming from its engine. The tow truck was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago, and the two teen boys inside were starting to get irritated. The temperature was starting to rise inside, even with the doors wide open. The desert ground radiated heat, causing ripples in the air.
The engine stalled. Grantaire groaned dramatically and slid down the passenger’s seat until he was very nearly crumpled into his tiny amount of floorspace, but Enjolras merely furrowed his brow a bit.
“C’mon, Pat, you know you’ve got it in you…” he murmured to the ancient red jeep, giving the dash a little pat.
“It’s useless. We’re doomed. Forever,” Grantaire slurred, rolling over so that his face was on the cushion where his butt belonged.
“Shut up and put your seatbelt on,” Enjolras said without turning to look at the forlorn drunkard. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would have made you believe that those sharp blue eyes were penetrating the car’s soul. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would convince you that the car HAD a soul.
“C’mon, Patria.”
He turned the key again. The engine roared to life. His lips twitched into an almost-smile.
“That’s my girl.”
She stalled the security guard whenever her friend wanted to sneak past to get into the concert. That resulted in major consequences.
I was stalled by my senoirs but then fired back and all was sileint for a while. Suddenly out of nowhere a thunderstorm broke out, making
i sat there, shivering, wondering, when you would utter those words and mi mind wandered to times that passed but where full with love and finally the time came and you started uttering those words and then silence complete silence and i stalled…. i…i….l
Cara heard something… or rather she didn’t hear anything. “Erik, why isn’t the motor running?” “I don’t know.” He replied as he went to check the motor. He came back, his face was drawn. “The motor stalled… We are stuck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.” Cara quickly got out her cell phone. “There isn’t any service out here!” She cried. “Well at least Tim is coming out… tommorow.”
I was stalled, I didn’t want to jump but there were advancing. They didn’t have ranged weapons but the stones that they were throwing were painful. all On my back, Not knowing what to do, I let loose and jump the 50 foot cliff and fell to the Icy water, Not knowing what awaits
He stalled the appalled with a call for a brawl.
“You’re such a fucking–how does anyone STAND you?”
“Just answer the fucking question, Jan!”
Shit. He’d stalled enough for her, apparently, but he had no idea what to tell her.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the ground.
“It’s pathetic. It’s pathetic and you’ll hate me.”
Frankly, it was amazing she didn’t already.
Hmm…
well…
umm…
uh…
Wow, time went by really quickly.
So yeah.
Cars lined for miles upon a stretch of charcoal heating with every minute as the sun bares down upon them and the fumes cause the air to boil. Radio stations flicker, thousands of different tunes and voices fluttering throughout the air as people play with various dials in the attempts to settle the stifling heat within their car.
Halfway through my trip, I smiled, happy to finally be out of my hometown and on my way to my apartment in New York. Being twenty-three and being able to afford an apartment by myself in New York was very satisfying.
I turned up the radio and began singing along, not caring if I knew the words or not. I was out of that little town and on my way to the big city! Just as I got to the chorus, my car shuddered.
Dingdingding. Engine light.
I coasted over to the side of the highway as my car turned off. On my own for the first time. Damn it.
I’m forever stalled, weigh down by my foolish self.
It’s like when your car engine stalls in the middle of a highway. I was going a hundred miles an hour one minute, then the next everything seemed to stop. Pulled off to the side, I get to watch the others speed on by. I ignored the warnings too long, and now the monster has his hand around my throat as he slowly drags me under. And I wonder if someone would only hold me and let me cry for awhile, would I catch a glimpse of sunlight in this black cage? But, armed with a fake smile and a life headed for success, who would know? I could ask. I could ask for help. But if she said no…that might just break me.
I remember the first time I drove with you.
I think the car stalled halfway down cracked roads and plastic highways.
I remember the first time I smoked with you.
I couldn’t light the match because it was a little too cold out.
Everything he was going to say, everything he was ready to yell was stalled as he heard the news. Everything was changed by the one thing she just told him. Nothing would ever be the same again.
ok
The train shuddered. He pulled the scissors slightly away from his mustache, glancing around the room without moving his head, as if anticipating a larger shake.
I was in traffic the other day and it stalled me for about half hour. I almost missed my early moring meeting. I was so ticked off but i made it on time. I hate being stalled by traffic. It sucks.
my heart stalled
like your car that summer afternoon
but we can’t push my heart three blocks
and laugh after it starts again