A jet-powered ladder stood on the floor, airbrushes gathered around it.

Dany looked uneasily at where the ladder had stood.

Beside it a broad white ladder stood, and at its foot three Elves were seated.

And the ladder, although aslant, was still standing.

As he spoke he moved quickly to a point just at the left of where the ladder now stood.

Still without looking back, I strode along to where the ladder stood.

Another friend related how a ladder stood outside for six months while her husband nailed a few shingles to the roof every Saturday.

The ladder stood about two feet above the dock at its highest point, and I grabbed it and backed down.

The ladders were standing steady, while firemen were guiding people down them.

This one shows several blurred impressions where a ladder stood, or rather, was shifted about.