Held up like always. Fuck. I’m stalled I can’t go anywhere. I have to get there. Before time runs out. Before I die.. I’m sorry.
shayna
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Stalled
Lia
It’s cold here; ran rigid and froze; Head flying throw what I can’t see; Body jerked to a motionless state. It’s cold here, stalled out on the bleak earth.
stalled in pursuit of happiness. stalled to future. i have stalled.
vamsi
stalled, horses. Are they in stalls? What does this mean. This is a new word for me. I can only think of horses. I’m sure they may not even relate. Stallled. I was stalled, he was stalled. I stalled at him? No, I stalled at the stairs.
Mari
im stalling right now infact,wow this is difficcult so im stalling by saying its difficult because i dont actually want to start writing. so thats why im stalling. isn’t that nice. :) this really looped around nicely. once again im stalling. and the writing about the word stalled has been stalled.
Jane Darmawan
im stalling right now infact,wow this is difficcult so imstalling by saying its difficult because i dont actually want to start writing. so im stalling. isn’t that nice. :)
Jane Darmawan
Snow blown in the wind, hard, biting, unforgiving. Rumbles in an unmeasurable distance. Vague lights blinking randomly in the blizzard. Empty gas tank.
stalled is what I am when I think about the future. My brain just stops working and my heart pumps blood .. pumping.. pumping.. hoping to wedge that though out. But no thought comes. So here we are… humanity at large. Stalled because we cant think of anything worthwhile to do. So we pick up our lives where we left them – at average – and we go on, hoping that somewhere, somehow, someone will unplug us.
Dardie
She ran towards the car, it was late and she knew that they would all glare as she walked in. She started up the ignition and the radio turned itself on, she tried to reverse out of the space when the car stalled. “Fuck!” she shouted.
My car stalled on the dark cold highway. The stars shined bright through the black night sky and reflected off the white snow drifts lining the road. I knew that somewhere out in the wasteland was a man … A man waiting to kill me!
Adam Perigo
as far as any translators can help me stalled means helpless or out of action. i’m stalled around you then. can I say that? maybe even to you?
He tapped his fingers impatiently, trying to figure out why was his downloads are stalled. His internet connection is as fast as ever; and he just bought his new Mac yesterday during Grandma Cookie’s birthday.
Erin
They were all waiting. Waiting for the countdown to reach zero. And it did, eventually. We had all hoped that someone would stall. Give us some time to prepare. But how does one prepare for something like this? It was all we could do to take it as it came.
hithlumhero
Stalled. I guess this is the maximum displacement I’ll ever reach. The burden is too much. My emotional threshold is not sufficient to save what is left of me. So i’m officially stalled by the unexpected momentum of suffering. Of the disequilibrium of everything I ever hold on to. The need to stop, to breathe, to just pause is overpowering. People say everything will be alright. Fuck. Will it ever actually happen? If so, then why am I suddenly stalled at the moment?
Life stalled the moment I saw her and then it stalled because I didn’t know how to proceed without her. Stalled for rhyme and reason – a sense of purpose to move forward. Stalled for words to express myself. Stalled – my mind – stagnant as the water that wastes in the pool of forgotten memories.
MQ
Getting stalled for your own ceremony is no easy task. No siree! People would have to go through a hell and back to manage to stall me from walking up on that podium and getting my prize. And yet, he managed to do that. And to this day it boggles me.
There was nothing worse that when he stalled. I just wanted to get this over with, and quickly but he insisted on visiting every store. When I tried to bring up what was bothering me he would only change the subject and walk away. I think he knew it was coming and I think we were both afraid of the consequences.
Today my car stalled. It was the worst timing imaginable. It need to get to the airport before it was too late. Now, it was. I was going to miss my flight and all because my stupid car stalled on my most important day.
Jennifer Gunter
stalled. I’ve been stalled for a little while. I wanted to move forward and get out of this cluster of confusion, but i just couldn’t step through the clutter. But tonight, with help from my friend, I have tiptoed through the mess to a new perspective where iI can see everything
The car stalled in place…she hadn’t let out the clutch, and she was able to see how the road curved in front of her. How in the hell had it come to this? What could she tell him about how she had found herself in that room, in that darkened, window-smothered room, in…his arms. She thought about her final moments in the room and realized that she could never tell him how it had come to pass. There was no way she figured he could understand. She started the engine again and carefully released the clutch and pressed the gas pedal…Like everything else surrounding her, life must go on. She shifted into second gear.
Trish
I’m always trying to stall work. For instance, my research project. I’ve been dreading it for the longest time. I was actually assigned this abstract at the most opportune time after my last exam where I had a full month to work on it before my next test. I dreaded going into work and didn’t like the thought of being locked in the library. I thought it would take much longer so I kept stalling and stalling. i finally completed it and it wasn’t as bad I thought, so maybe I’ll try to keep that in mind when I do research. That I should just eat the frog early and then get on with my life.
And then I stalled. Cold, blank, dead stare into the diamond ocean staring back at me. The ocean is lifeless, and I’m the one stalling. Complete lack of consciousness. I am blank paper.
yes.
Stalled. Stalin. Not really the same thing. I stalled a car once, I was trying to drive stick shift for the first time. It didn’t work out so well, my Uncle was screaming. We were on a highway. Oh dear.
Nathil Remor
He had to stop her from going. Anything. He couldn’t let her go. She was too important to him. He grabbed for her wrist, softly, gently, and turned her towards him. She looked up, eyes wide.
Liz
Maybe this is a bit a difficult word for a non-englishspeaking person. I’ll skip this one…maybe tomorrow….like the ideq though.
She stalled at the street corner. Why was she even there? She could be in her bed watching TV but instead she was walking to meet up with her friends. She stalled at the thought of a friend.
My car stalled on the side of the freeway. My life had stalled out three years earlier, but I didn’t exactly realize it until then…when I called AAA and my membership had expired, called a towtruck and my credit card was rejected, called a friend and the number was disconnected.
Elisa
The engine stalled. Heart beating fast, Becca’s eyes jumped to the gas gauge. Three-quarters of a tank left. Her surroundings were dismal.
Winter is such a large part of our lives. It finds its way into everything, sending creeping fingers of frost through the smallest of cracks imaginable. Burying everything recognizable in snow in just the span of an evening. Scattering ice upon the roads and leaving miles of stalled cars in its wake.
Stop. Just stop. The good that I do is a mental disease that she gave to me, and I don’t want her. Remove the wedge, stop this twisted happiness. She is inside me; get her out. (Who am I without Sami?)
I was stalled in the supermarket. They told me I had to wait and that I couldn’t cut lines. And so I waited. But the longer I waited, the longer the queue in front of me seemed to increase. I didn’t get it. I waited and I waited, all to buy my jar of pickles.
“This is eternity,” a voice from behind me whispered. I didn’t want to look, I I didn’t want to see what eternity looked like.
Aya Zain
He had to stop, to stall her from coming in. There was nothing he could do to get the girl that was lying in his bed out now. So, under the bed she went. Now to get his clothes on. Damnit, Faster. Finally. “Okay, come in.”
Frankie Guida
waiting for a face to appear, waiting for the ground to sink; fall in place or out of touch, wall to wall–I can’t do this anymore, I can’t be me for you anymore.
O.
I pulled out as fast as I could. Naturally, the car stalled. I’m not a very good driver. Driving test are much easier on the East Coast. You can look it up. There’s no time to think about that now. He’ll have heard me pop the clutch and be after me in a tick.
I can’t help but smile. I wanted this.
John
Okay, well, I think about elevators, they always seem to stall. Or going to bed. I don’t like that, so I stall. Or a bathroom stall. Or, well, I guess I’m stalling now, but I’m not sure why. Uh…
Adena
The bus screeched to a stop in from of the variety store, and she struggled to see what was happening. People murmured all around her, and she got small snippets of their conversations, just enough to piece together what had happened. She saw the masked man leave the store, police cars wailing their sirens as they followed soon after.
Rachel
She revved the engine once more, the car making a piteous sputtering sound before conking out and leaving her in the same position she’d been in for the last hour and a half; stalled on the side of the highway, still miles from her destination and so far out of range of the nearest cell tower that she might as well have dropped into Narnia for all the good it did her.
Held up like always. Fuck. I’m stalled I can’t go anywhere. I have to get there. Before time runs out. Before I die.. I’m sorry.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Je suis au point mort.
Stalled
It’s cold here; ran rigid and froze; Head flying throw what I can’t see; Body jerked to a motionless state. It’s cold here, stalled out on the bleak earth.
stalled in pursuit of happiness. stalled to future. i have stalled.
stalled, horses. Are they in stalls? What does this mean. This is a new word for me. I can only think of horses. I’m sure they may not even relate. Stallled. I was stalled, he was stalled. I stalled at him? No, I stalled at the stairs.
im stalling right now infact,wow this is difficcult so im stalling by saying its difficult because i dont actually want to start writing. so thats why im stalling. isn’t that nice. :) this really looped around nicely. once again im stalling. and the writing about the word stalled has been stalled.
im stalling right now infact,wow this is difficcult so imstalling by saying its difficult because i dont actually want to start writing. so im stalling. isn’t that nice. :)
Snow blown in the wind, hard, biting, unforgiving. Rumbles in an unmeasurable distance. Vague lights blinking randomly in the blizzard. Empty gas tank.
stalled is what I am when I think about the future. My brain just stops working and my heart pumps blood .. pumping.. pumping.. hoping to wedge that though out. But no thought comes. So here we are… humanity at large. Stalled because we cant think of anything worthwhile to do. So we pick up our lives where we left them – at average – and we go on, hoping that somewhere, somehow, someone will unplug us.
She ran towards the car, it was late and she knew that they would all glare as she walked in. She started up the ignition and the radio turned itself on, she tried to reverse out of the space when the car stalled. “Fuck!” she shouted.
It seems like I was stalled by all the unimportant thins in life but then I got pushed by the most important THING in life
My car stalled on the dark cold highway. The stars shined bright through the black night sky and reflected off the white snow drifts lining the road. I knew that somewhere out in the wasteland was a man … A man waiting to kill me!
as far as any translators can help me stalled means helpless or out of action. i’m stalled around you then. can I say that? maybe even to you?
He tapped his fingers impatiently, trying to figure out why was his downloads are stalled. His internet connection is as fast as ever; and he just bought his new Mac yesterday during Grandma Cookie’s birthday.
They were all waiting. Waiting for the countdown to reach zero. And it did, eventually. We had all hoped that someone would stall. Give us some time to prepare. But how does one prepare for something like this? It was all we could do to take it as it came.
Stalled. I guess this is the maximum displacement I’ll ever reach. The burden is too much. My emotional threshold is not sufficient to save what is left of me. So i’m officially stalled by the unexpected momentum of suffering. Of the disequilibrium of everything I ever hold on to. The need to stop, to breathe, to just pause is overpowering. People say everything will be alright. Fuck. Will it ever actually happen? If so, then why am I suddenly stalled at the moment?
Life stalled the moment I saw her and then it stalled because I didn’t know how to proceed without her. Stalled for rhyme and reason – a sense of purpose to move forward. Stalled for words to express myself. Stalled – my mind – stagnant as the water that wastes in the pool of forgotten memories.
Getting stalled for your own ceremony is no easy task. No siree! People would have to go through a hell and back to manage to stall me from walking up on that podium and getting my prize. And yet, he managed to do that. And to this day it boggles me.
There was nothing worse that when he stalled. I just wanted to get this over with, and quickly but he insisted on visiting every store. When I tried to bring up what was bothering me he would only change the subject and walk away. I think he knew it was coming and I think we were both afraid of the consequences.
Today my car stalled. It was the worst timing imaginable. It need to get to the airport before it was too late. Now, it was. I was going to miss my flight and all because my stupid car stalled on my most important day.
stalled. I’ve been stalled for a little while. I wanted to move forward and get out of this cluster of confusion, but i just couldn’t step through the clutter. But tonight, with help from my friend, I have tiptoed through the mess to a new perspective where iI can see everything
The car stalled in place…she hadn’t let out the clutch, and she was able to see how the road curved in front of her. How in the hell had it come to this? What could she tell him about how she had found herself in that room, in that darkened, window-smothered room, in…his arms. She thought about her final moments in the room and realized that she could never tell him how it had come to pass. There was no way she figured he could understand. She started the engine again and carefully released the clutch and pressed the gas pedal…Like everything else surrounding her, life must go on. She shifted into second gear.
I’m always trying to stall work. For instance, my research project. I’ve been dreading it for the longest time. I was actually assigned this abstract at the most opportune time after my last exam where I had a full month to work on it before my next test. I dreaded going into work and didn’t like the thought of being locked in the library. I thought it would take much longer so I kept stalling and stalling. i finally completed it and it wasn’t as bad I thought, so maybe I’ll try to keep that in mind when I do research. That I should just eat the frog early and then get on with my life.
And then I stalled. Cold, blank, dead stare into the diamond ocean staring back at me. The ocean is lifeless, and I’m the one stalling. Complete lack of consciousness. I am blank paper.
Stalled. Stalin. Not really the same thing. I stalled a car once, I was trying to drive stick shift for the first time. It didn’t work out so well, my Uncle was screaming. We were on a highway. Oh dear.
He had to stop her from going. Anything. He couldn’t let her go. She was too important to him. He grabbed for her wrist, softly, gently, and turned her towards him. She looked up, eyes wide.
Maybe this is a bit a difficult word for a non-englishspeaking person. I’ll skip this one…maybe tomorrow….like the ideq though.
She stalled at the street corner. Why was she even there? She could be in her bed watching TV but instead she was walking to meet up with her friends. She stalled at the thought of a friend.
My car stalled on the side of the freeway. My life had stalled out three years earlier, but I didn’t exactly realize it until then…when I called AAA and my membership had expired, called a towtruck and my credit card was rejected, called a friend and the number was disconnected.
The engine stalled. Heart beating fast, Becca’s eyes jumped to the gas gauge. Three-quarters of a tank left. Her surroundings were dismal.
Winter is such a large part of our lives. It finds its way into everything, sending creeping fingers of frost through the smallest of cracks imaginable. Burying everything recognizable in snow in just the span of an evening. Scattering ice upon the roads and leaving miles of stalled cars in its wake.
Stop. Just stop. The good that I do is a mental disease that she gave to me, and I don’t want her. Remove the wedge, stop this twisted happiness. She is inside me; get her out. (Who am I without Sami?)
I was stalled in the supermarket. They told me I had to wait and that I couldn’t cut lines. And so I waited. But the longer I waited, the longer the queue in front of me seemed to increase. I didn’t get it. I waited and I waited, all to buy my jar of pickles.
“This is eternity,” a voice from behind me whispered. I didn’t want to look, I I didn’t want to see what eternity looked like.
He had to stop, to stall her from coming in. There was nothing he could do to get the girl that was lying in his bed out now. So, under the bed she went. Now to get his clothes on. Damnit, Faster. Finally. “Okay, come in.”
waiting for a face to appear, waiting for the ground to sink; fall in place or out of touch, wall to wall–I can’t do this anymore, I can’t be me for you anymore.
I pulled out as fast as I could. Naturally, the car stalled. I’m not a very good driver. Driving test are much easier on the East Coast. You can look it up. There’s no time to think about that now. He’ll have heard me pop the clutch and be after me in a tick.
I can’t help but smile. I wanted this.
Okay, well, I think about elevators, they always seem to stall. Or going to bed. I don’t like that, so I stall. Or a bathroom stall. Or, well, I guess I’m stalling now, but I’m not sure why. Uh…
The bus screeched to a stop in from of the variety store, and she struggled to see what was happening. People murmured all around her, and she got small snippets of their conversations, just enough to piece together what had happened. She saw the masked man leave the store, police cars wailing their sirens as they followed soon after.
She revved the engine once more, the car making a piteous sputtering sound before conking out and leaving her in the same position she’d been in for the last hour and a half; stalled on the side of the highway, still miles from her destination and so far out of range of the nearest cell tower that she might as well have dropped into Narnia for all the good it did her.
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