Your stride was always longer than mine, considering our differences in height.
I always had to hurry to keep up with you.
But you still left me in the dust.
This is the way the world will end, with neither a fire nor cold a bang nor a whimper and yet we will all take it in stride. And why not? It’s not as if we have any choice in the matter.
Des
I will stride with confidence into the great, gaping maw of the wild unknown. Stride on I must. Stride quickly toward the next adventure unfolding before me.
He crossed the field quickly, taking one long stride after another. He always moved like that–with a purpose, anxious to get to his next destination. She just hoped that he didn’t forget to look around now and then, and just enjoy the ride.
I took along stride forward for man kind what does that mean to take a stride forward for man kind well i mean i stepped out of the normal i tried to break the stereo type i made difference I changed what people used to think.
christina
As if a walk could talk, her stride instantly made me dislike her. Strutting her stuff as if she was walking upon a catwalk made me laugh. We’re high school students, not models.
I believe that the use of language is not as important as the use of body language. The way someone holds themselves as they stride across the room can hold much more impact than a few clumsy words spoken in a short conversation.
Smiling as he strode across the room towards her, she was blushing, as pretty as a rose and he couldn’t seem to keep away from her. Maybe it was her long blond hair or her rosy lips or maybe it was her eyes, those huge shining blue eyes that attracted him so.
Karina
Stride, that gum that never looses its flavor?? or the way she walks….almost floating across the room
He strided with his feet in the air. An impossiblity that he adored. He was flying and he was so happy he could feel himself bursting. Oh his family would be so proud! He couldn’t believe it, it had finally happened!
Karina
elegant walking, pacing forward, with confidence. Stomach in, chest up, never look back. Eyes gaze ahead to an unknown future. I’ll take it on, no matter what. What was was, and what will be will be. I am ready for it all.
Dana
I ran. But the world stopped. Stumbled. Fell, and lay convulsing. I fell with it, convulsed with it.
audrey Treib
i stride across the room, i see other people striding as well. everyone that strides think they’re so important, because striding the way that they are must mean that they are important, right? no, i have a feeling they’re wrong.
Take everything in strides. I’ve heard that saying countless times but I never really thought of it when I was doing something. I don’t think when I do things. Maybe it’s good thing, maybe it’s bad. I don’t take things in strides, I take them in random hops and leaps.
Bubbly
We were running from the police, you see. The night hit us with a fog that made us stumble, broke our stride, and the cops were just a few yards behind us and gaining. Lady Luck didn’t seem to be on our side, for not a wisp of fog obscured their way.
audrey Treib
in a single stride, he leaped from the edge of the golden foil lined ship, and bounced upon the dusty surface, leaving footprint craters behind him. “that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”
We stride to be perfect. Stride to do everything we can. Striding through the door. Striding through Life. Arrogant stride. Confident stride. I have no idea what to say about ‘stride’.
The stride of the man as he walked in the room was purposeful and intent. He is the epitome of advertising. He is the representative of Stride Gum, dancing across the world, people joining in. All because he once walked in with this purposeful stride.
Jesse
the gum stride tastes good, almost as good as five gum. i don’t wanna write about gum though so i’ll talk about how i like to go for strides in parks but not really because i don’t like to do that. i’m having a lot of typos. yeah. michael’s here.
adrianna
Take it in stride, I thought. I could withstand it. The human body could take ten times more than the mind thought it could. With that in mind, I grit my teeth, held my body rigid, and endured the training by my master’s hand.
Her stride was no longer a stride. It’s been gone for a long time. Ever since the sadness came her steps are slower. She keeps her head down and walks.
She crawls. She barely makes it…
Camille
its a brand of gum. they have this new flavor in a multi color package that apparently no one knows the actual flavor of it? they also have the cool commercials with the van that drives up and punches you to spit out your piece so you’ll eat another.
Brendan
I took it in stride, because I knew that I was the better person. Then again, maybe that’s just in my head like everything else. This sucks.
Let me walk with you. Let us go somewhere new. I want to dance with you in the rain, Take away all my pain. Walk and stride and let’s go somewhere. Let’s put on our shoes babe, and go go go.
Camille
My stride is slow and carefully paced. I fight to keep my head up and the tears from falling. Students who are milling about in the hallways, refusing to go to class, send me confused glances and then begin to whisper. It’s hard to ignore them but I have to keep moving. I can’t break down just yet. The hallways feel longer than they usually do when I walk them and it seems like ages before I reach the front doors. I push them open, ignoring the bite of the winter air. The ends of my jeans are soaked by the time that I am at my parking spot. In the back of my mind, I know that I am going to be in so much trouble for leaving school in the middle of the day, without any notice. I don’t care though at the moment. I just have to get out of here. I can’t sit through another period watching them pass notes and hold hands.
The argument began to die down, leaving an awkward silence. Though, the tension remained. After a moment, Jack turned and walked away with large, proud strides.
Jonathan
he walked quickly, his final steps faltering but he was there at last. she was waiting patiently, watching his progress. the wind was just beginning to pick up.
S
I’ll take it in stride. One day passes to the next, but all I can control is this moment of now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fall to pieces. But until then, I’ll just keep moving on till I’m cured.
Stride right. Step outside and start walking, one foot in front of the other, head held up. Don’t think about anything too much. Just move. Eyes to the horizon, the lightest touch of a smile on your lips.
milliski
“Your stride…” He said, mesmerized at a seemingly normal thing.
“What?” I asked, placing my heels back on the ground.
“You do realize that you walk using almost none of your heel, correct?”
“Not really.”
Hc
Is this not a type of gum? It seems odd, seeing as gum has nothing to do with striding. Should there be another refreshing edible called, perhaps, “March”?
Jordan
I picked up my stride, pushing myself to run even faster than I was. I had to get to him. I had to tell him that I was sorry. The street was crowded, typical of New York City. People shot dirty looks and grumbled after me as I bumped into them, not stopping to apologize. They didn’t matter. Only he mattered. I wasn’t going to ruin this chapter of my life by my indecisiveness.
I take tiny little strides, when I’m hurting real bad. Hurting, the kind of hurt that’s deep inside. So, deep you feel like you could throw up. I take another stride I’m out of my desk and out the class room door. In the hallway I feel like such a fool. I shouldn’t let people get to me this much. But they are deep inside of me making me feel like I could hurl.
Haley Ameral
stride right into this life, into my door, i’m waiting for you, the window is waiting, we;’ll smoke out of it, i’ll absolve all your guilt.
jericho
I took it all in stride. Not once did I break down in front of him. That didn’t stop me when I was alone, though.
I strode right up to where he was standing, laughing like an idiot with all of his buddies. He looked up as the guy to his right nudged him, eyes widening. I could see the alarm in them, the guilt that was swirled in with the piercing blue. He opened his mouth but I beat him too it. Rearing my hand back, I let it collide with his cheek, the sickening sweet sound of the slap reverberated in the room. The firery red mark appeared instantaneously and the laughter stopped.
She speed up to meet his stride, and slowly linking her hand within his. He pulled his hand away in a graceful manner and shook his head, “no it doesn’t work like that anymore”.
Your stride was always longer than mine, considering our differences in height.
I always had to hurry to keep up with you.
But you still left me in the dust.
This is the way the world will end, with neither a fire nor cold a bang nor a whimper and yet we will all take it in stride. And why not? It’s not as if we have any choice in the matter.
I will stride with confidence into the great, gaping maw of the wild unknown. Stride on I must. Stride quickly toward the next adventure unfolding before me.
He crossed the field quickly, taking one long stride after another. He always moved like that–with a purpose, anxious to get to his next destination. She just hoped that he didn’t forget to look around now and then, and just enjoy the ride.
Stride Rite
wholesome shoes for wholesome kids
based in Boston.
Make strides.
confidence
certainty
a leader
big steps
going somewhere
measureable.
I took along stride forward for man kind what does that mean to take a stride forward for man kind well i mean i stepped out of the normal i tried to break the stereo type i made difference I changed what people used to think.
As if a walk could talk, her stride instantly made me dislike her. Strutting her stuff as if she was walking upon a catwalk made me laugh. We’re high school students, not models.
I believe that the use of language is not as important as the use of body language. The way someone holds themselves as they stride across the room can hold much more impact than a few clumsy words spoken in a short conversation.
Smiling as he strode across the room towards her, she was blushing, as pretty as a rose and he couldn’t seem to keep away from her. Maybe it was her long blond hair or her rosy lips or maybe it was her eyes, those huge shining blue eyes that attracted him so.
Stride, that gum that never looses its flavor?? or the way she walks….almost floating across the room
He strided with his feet in the air. An impossiblity that he adored. He was flying and he was so happy he could feel himself bursting. Oh his family would be so proud! He couldn’t believe it, it had finally happened!
elegant walking, pacing forward, with confidence. Stomach in, chest up, never look back. Eyes gaze ahead to an unknown future. I’ll take it on, no matter what. What was was, and what will be will be. I am ready for it all.
I ran. But the world stopped. Stumbled. Fell, and lay convulsing. I fell with it, convulsed with it.
i stride across the room, i see other people striding as well. everyone that strides think they’re so important, because striding the way that they are must mean that they are important, right? no, i have a feeling they’re wrong.
stride in that direction, kid. take a walk. journey far. and send me a postcard.
Take everything in strides. I’ve heard that saying countless times but I never really thought of it when I was doing something. I don’t think when I do things. Maybe it’s good thing, maybe it’s bad. I don’t take things in strides, I take them in random hops and leaps.
We were running from the police, you see. The night hit us with a fog that made us stumble, broke our stride, and the cops were just a few yards behind us and gaining. Lady Luck didn’t seem to be on our side, for not a wisp of fog obscured their way.
in a single stride, he leaped from the edge of the golden foil lined ship, and bounced upon the dusty surface, leaving footprint craters behind him. “that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”
We stride to be perfect. Stride to do everything we can. Striding through the door. Striding through Life. Arrogant stride. Confident stride. I have no idea what to say about ‘stride’.
Walking stride. Paces. The way you walk. Swagger.
The stride of the man as he walked in the room was purposeful and intent. He is the epitome of advertising. He is the representative of Stride Gum, dancing across the world, people joining in. All because he once walked in with this purposeful stride.
the gum stride tastes good, almost as good as five gum. i don’t wanna write about gum though so i’ll talk about how i like to go for strides in parks but not really because i don’t like to do that. i’m having a lot of typos. yeah. michael’s here.
Take it in stride, I thought. I could withstand it. The human body could take ten times more than the mind thought it could. With that in mind, I grit my teeth, held my body rigid, and endured the training by my master’s hand.
Her stride was no longer a stride. It’s been gone for a long time. Ever since the sadness came her steps are slower. She keeps her head down and walks.
She crawls. She barely makes it…
its a brand of gum. they have this new flavor in a multi color package that apparently no one knows the actual flavor of it? they also have the cool commercials with the van that drives up and punches you to spit out your piece so you’ll eat another.
I took it in stride, because I knew that I was the better person. Then again, maybe that’s just in my head like everything else. This sucks.
Let me walk with you. Let us go somewhere new. I want to dance with you in the rain, Take away all my pain. Walk and stride and let’s go somewhere. Let’s put on our shoes babe, and go go go.
My stride is slow and carefully paced. I fight to keep my head up and the tears from falling. Students who are milling about in the hallways, refusing to go to class, send me confused glances and then begin to whisper. It’s hard to ignore them but I have to keep moving. I can’t break down just yet. The hallways feel longer than they usually do when I walk them and it seems like ages before I reach the front doors. I push them open, ignoring the bite of the winter air. The ends of my jeans are soaked by the time that I am at my parking spot. In the back of my mind, I know that I am going to be in so much trouble for leaving school in the middle of the day, without any notice. I don’t care though at the moment. I just have to get out of here. I can’t sit through another period watching them pass notes and hold hands.
The argument began to die down, leaving an awkward silence. Though, the tension remained. After a moment, Jack turned and walked away with large, proud strides.
he walked quickly, his final steps faltering but he was there at last. she was waiting patiently, watching his progress. the wind was just beginning to pick up.
I’ll take it in stride. One day passes to the next, but all I can control is this moment of now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fall to pieces. But until then, I’ll just keep moving on till I’m cured.
Stride right. Step outside and start walking, one foot in front of the other, head held up. Don’t think about anything too much. Just move. Eyes to the horizon, the lightest touch of a smile on your lips.
“Your stride…” He said, mesmerized at a seemingly normal thing.
“What?” I asked, placing my heels back on the ground.
“You do realize that you walk using almost none of your heel, correct?”
“Not really.”
Is this not a type of gum? It seems odd, seeing as gum has nothing to do with striding. Should there be another refreshing edible called, perhaps, “March”?
I picked up my stride, pushing myself to run even faster than I was. I had to get to him. I had to tell him that I was sorry. The street was crowded, typical of New York City. People shot dirty looks and grumbled after me as I bumped into them, not stopping to apologize. They didn’t matter. Only he mattered. I wasn’t going to ruin this chapter of my life by my indecisiveness.
I take tiny little strides, when I’m hurting real bad. Hurting, the kind of hurt that’s deep inside. So, deep you feel like you could throw up. I take another stride I’m out of my desk and out the class room door. In the hallway I feel like such a fool. I shouldn’t let people get to me this much. But they are deep inside of me making me feel like I could hurl.
stride right into this life, into my door, i’m waiting for you, the window is waiting, we;’ll smoke out of it, i’ll absolve all your guilt.
I took it all in stride. Not once did I break down in front of him. That didn’t stop me when I was alone, though.
I strode right up to where he was standing, laughing like an idiot with all of his buddies. He looked up as the guy to his right nudged him, eyes widening. I could see the alarm in them, the guilt that was swirled in with the piercing blue. He opened his mouth but I beat him too it. Rearing my hand back, I let it collide with his cheek, the sickening sweet sound of the slap reverberated in the room. The firery red mark appeared instantaneously and the laughter stopped.
She speed up to meet his stride, and slowly linking her hand within his. He pulled his hand away in a graceful manner and shook his head, “no it doesn’t work like that anymore”.