a tree. a large person’s legs refered to as tree trunks. Brown. i like trees. trunk of a car. messy. lots of things are found in my car. it rhymes with dunk and monk and plunk. birds use it as their home. DING. a bell just went off….
there once was a man who lived in the trunk of a car. He didnt think it was cramped at all, in fact he quite liked it. He decorated it so it was nice and cosy, and that was where he spent his days, happy in his womb like home.
My aunt once told me I had too much junk in my trunk, that my thighs spread like butter. I told her that her weave was bad and the ruffles on her shirt reminded me of raw cow intestines.
I carry a lot of baggage. Most of it my own fault, I suppose, but a lot of it is leftover baggage from interacting with other people, from putting too much trust in other people, from having faith in other people to be what they say. All the disappointments? I could fill a trunk.
The trunk of the tree was huge and full of scars that told many different stories. Some dealing with love, and sadness. Fear and bravery. But the most amazing one was the deepest one that started near the bottom and went to the very top. This story begins with a poor boy named Adam who came from a small village in the middle of Rome a long long time ago
the trunk is good for the tree….stronger and thicker the trunk, stronger is the tree…but what matters most is the root…without roots, nothing else matters…
Put the elephant in the trunk and that’s the end of it. Put the tree in the trunk and while you’re at it truncate the elephant so she’ll fit in the trunk. Put the tree in the elephant and don’t sell me any silver syllables. Keep on trunkin’.
It’s like the day I remember leaving. I packed my bags to the brim in the trunk of my car. Not only had I left the place from where I came, I left the place from where I was raised. One day, I’ll see my children do the same, and watch them leave the same way I did too. I’ll hand them the keys of my car, just like my parents did. I’ll cry a few tears as they drive off into the distance, just like my parents did. I’ll love them, just as mine did.
The elephant curled his long nose and asked his father, “Why do we have such long noses?” His father smiled and gave the standard answer: “Because we have no fingers, yet still must reach out and touch, must reach down and pick up, must reach up and throw.” “But what are fingers?” said the young one.
this is something i have never had on a vehicle, but always on my body. something i always thought would make my car cleaner, but i would never know because i have always had a truck. except for my barbie car. I had one on that.
a trunk
i sped along, you kicking and trying to yell from the trunk of my car. sweat dripped down the insides of my arms and in the creases under my knees. i could hear myself breathe and feel my ribs jump with every beat of my pounding heart.
The trunk couldn’t fit another body. The rest would have to be burned right where they were, the smell allowed to seep beneath the cracks of the doors and windows. Even at this stage I refused to drive around with a dead person propped up in the passenger seat, so we were officially out of room in the car.
I slammed the trunk closed and jumped into the driver’s seat of our van. Just me, and my friends, and the summer’s open road. We’ve been planning this since freshman year and now, as near adults, it’s becoming reality. We’re finally getting a taste of freedom.
Junk in your trunk? I think of Jessica, Jessica something. That movie where she plays Daisy Duke? Also I remember when I was getting my license in Virginia we had to go to court after our permit expired to be personally handed our “Plastic” we learned about trunking… where you leave someone in your trunk because there aren’t enough passenger spots. Haha.
As I packed up my trunk of belongings, I thought to myself, “What could we have done differently? Could I have been a better person? A better lover?” I allowed these thoughts to leave me as I strode forward into the newest chapter of my life.
Oneword has given me this word before. I remember. It was back in like, October or November. I wrote about my brother who forgot to come, and that as I was waiting, I laid myself out on the hot trunk of the car.
She threw the trunk into the back seat and simultaneously, threw out her shoulder. Littered with profanity, her shout and its aftermath left the majority of the block staring at her, including two very irritated looking nannies who were protectively shepherding their charges away from the irascible woman.
Trunk of a car filled with all the emotional baggage it can possibly hold, until you run it down a highway. Trunk door opened at full swing. Not caring that the hinge will likely fall off, only hoping everything falls out and becomes abandoned, lost forever.
In the trunk of his car. He threw me in there like I was groceries he had just picked off of the shelves and thrown in his cart. Ready to take home to cook up and eat. In his trunk, banging on my surroundings. Wanting so desperately to get out…
traveling, elephant going back to Africa to visit his mother. Sad in zoo, broke out and got lost in the city. He choked on a peanut that he found on the subway tracks and while choking, was too distracted to see the train coming and died.
I loaded all of my things into the trunk and slammed it closed. I looked over towards the sun to see the outline of my father with his arm around my mother. tears started to fill my eyes but I knew they could not see me cry. If they did, they would lose it.
what is a trunk if nothing but a bunk? what’s all the funk? what’s messed up? me and my relationship with God. where did all my trust go? when He ripped my heart out and gave it to a boy. but i know there must be joy. because i’m surviving and i’ve survived until this very moment for no apparent reason. joy unspeakable. peace that passes all understanding. the root of everything. hallelujah. not elephants. love. jesus. amen. glory.
The trunk was loaded into the back of the car. This was the last time they ever saw each other. The two brothers hugged while their mother looked out from a house window. It had always been sunny during the summers here, but an overcast sky brooded.
I stared into the trunk of my car. Ugh, not again.
“C’mon! We’ll be late!” my wife shouted, grinning. We were heading to the birthday party of her best friend. My one job for this big evening had been the gift. And I’m pretty sure you can guess where I’m going here.
I stared into the trunk. I should be more specific- I stared into the empty trunk. Unless Stacy wanted a gum wrapper or lone tennis ball for her birthday, we were out of luck.
But as I saw the eagerness in my wife’s eyes, the excitement for her best friend. I just couldn’t disappoint her like this.
Tennis ball it is then.
They tied my hands and feet, put a gag over my mouth, and shoved me into the trunk of the old, beat-up hatchback. I was covered with a blanket so the cops couldn’t see that there was an abducted child in the trunk of their car…
A trunk, we a trunk can be found on many different animals and things! For example an obvious example of a trunk is on an Elephant, The elephant uses a trunk to drink and wash itself. Another example of a trunk can be an american way of saying boot of a car, like Margret can you open the trunk please?
tree trunks which bear souls. bare souls. naked soldiers. stripped of a cavity. for bare-naked souls to fly free. fly fast. they hold fast. steady. in bodies, trunks of trees which bear souls. bare souls.
There was an old metal trunk. It sat in an attic, alone. The house was alone, too, at the top of a lonely hill surrounded by lonely trees. The only access a long forgotten road, bypassed by modern highways and byways. One would not know of this road, or this house, or the trees, or the hill, and especially not the trunk.
It was dark. Too dark. Why had I volunteered for this. For about forty seconds after they’d closed the truck this had been fun, but now, the green glowstick around my wrist and the muddled tone to my thoughts were the only reminders that I was supposed to be having fun.
i slid my hand across the wrinkled skin of the animal. my father said it was an elephant. elephant. i couldnt speak the word of man yet, but one day soon i would. the elephants long nose slid across the ground to wear i sat. it wrapped itself around my waist, lifting me off the dirt surface. i laughed in enjoyment, and then laughed even harder when my father came running over, a large stick in his hand. he struck out at the large animal, causing it to rear back on its hind legs. i slid from its grasp, falling into my fathers arms. i instantly reached my hand out to the animal, but my father struck it once more. he turned to leave, my gazing beyond his should, as the elephant sat, bloody and bruised, off in the distance.
case car
fear dopple ganger truck best basket you rube truant yourick these years longish food timer door very trust thinking
act
mask greek tragedy shining armor light hearted thurber house
square button past time
baseball fever dog
I’ll never understand the vast expanse I sacrificed when I settled for this life in the coffin that [I SWEAR TO GOD I CONSTRUCTED] with my own hands. Somewhere in between here and Rhode Island I disappeared into nothingness, and they forgot about who I am. I forgot who I am. I am corroded and broken inside this disgusting excuse of an existence.
I think of the old trunk and how it represents all the travels of the owner. The coolest trunk I ever saw was Babe Ruth’s travel trunk. Oh what memories it could tell, if only it could talk.
It’s full. It’s got everything I could possibly need in it. I never actually need anything in it. Its my just in case supply kit. It’s everything, and it’s nothing all at once.
Tree trunk or brass bound trunk? The latter I think. Now that was a Nancy Drew mystery and a half. One of the first ones I read if I recall. Back in the day. Whatever happened to Carolyn Keene? Turns out she was a syndicate. But I was with Nancy, Bess and George all the way from “The Clock in the Attic” right up to “The Secret of Mirror Bay”. It might have gone beyond that but I discovered the promise of Danielle Steele and Barbara Taylor Bradford’s substantive women. A girl moves on. Entirely. Lost in Margaret Attwood now with a blind assassin. But Nancy I still think of you fondly and of that infamous trunk.
The back of the car was dripping.In the dark, she couldn’t tell what. Quite frankly, water would be preferable. Or even oil.Yeah, a great big leak in the gas would be perfect. Sadly,the police didn’t call Joan and Sheryl over a simple leak in the gas tank.
the trunk of my car is a mess! Mulch pieces everywhere. Stray potato chips from the kids throwing them at each other. I can’t wait to clean it out. Gonna load it with beach stuff: boogie boards, pails, shovels, umbrella, chairs.
She stood up on the trunk of her pickup. Threw out each arm like a bird. The wind almost blowing her over. Still, she stood strong and let out a scream. A real happy scream. With the craziest of grins spreading across her face.
a tree. a large person’s legs refered to as tree trunks. Brown. i like trees. trunk of a car. messy. lots of things are found in my car. it rhymes with dunk and monk and plunk. birds use it as their home. DING. a bell just went off….
there once was a man who lived in the trunk of a car. He didnt think it was cramped at all, in fact he quite liked it. He decorated it so it was nice and cosy, and that was where he spent his days, happy in his womb like home.
My aunt once told me I had too much junk in my trunk, that my thighs spread like butter. I told her that her weave was bad and the ruffles on her shirt reminded me of raw cow intestines.
I carry a lot of baggage. Most of it my own fault, I suppose, but a lot of it is leftover baggage from interacting with other people, from putting too much trust in other people, from having faith in other people to be what they say. All the disappointments? I could fill a trunk.
The trunk of the tree was huge and full of scars that told many different stories. Some dealing with love, and sadness. Fear and bravery. But the most amazing one was the deepest one that started near the bottom and went to the very top. This story begins with a poor boy named Adam who came from a small village in the middle of Rome a long long time ago
the trunk is good for the tree….stronger and thicker the trunk, stronger is the tree…but what matters most is the root…without roots, nothing else matters…
Put the elephant in the trunk and that’s the end of it. Put the tree in the trunk and while you’re at it truncate the elephant so she’ll fit in the trunk. Put the tree in the elephant and don’t sell me any silver syllables. Keep on trunkin’.
It’s like the day I remember leaving. I packed my bags to the brim in the trunk of my car. Not only had I left the place from where I came, I left the place from where I was raised. One day, I’ll see my children do the same, and watch them leave the same way I did too. I’ll hand them the keys of my car, just like my parents did. I’ll cry a few tears as they drive off into the distance, just like my parents did. I’ll love them, just as mine did.
The elephant curled his long nose and asked his father, “Why do we have such long noses?” His father smiled and gave the standard answer: “Because we have no fingers, yet still must reach out and touch, must reach down and pick up, must reach up and throw.” “But what are fingers?” said the young one.
this is something i have never had on a vehicle, but always on my body. something i always thought would make my car cleaner, but i would never know because i have always had a truck. except for my barbie car. I had one on that.
a trunk
i packed a trunk and never looked back. but i can feel his outstretched hand reaching for my back
i sped along, you kicking and trying to yell from the trunk of my car. sweat dripped down the insides of my arms and in the creases under my knees. i could hear myself breathe and feel my ribs jump with every beat of my pounding heart.
The trunk couldn’t fit another body. The rest would have to be burned right where they were, the smell allowed to seep beneath the cracks of the doors and windows. Even at this stage I refused to drive around with a dead person propped up in the passenger seat, so we were officially out of room in the car.
I slammed the trunk closed and jumped into the driver’s seat of our van. Just me, and my friends, and the summer’s open road. We’ve been planning this since freshman year and now, as near adults, it’s becoming reality. We’re finally getting a taste of freedom.
Junk in your trunk? I think of Jessica, Jessica something. That movie where she plays Daisy Duke? Also I remember when I was getting my license in Virginia we had to go to court after our permit expired to be personally handed our “Plastic” we learned about trunking… where you leave someone in your trunk because there aren’t enough passenger spots. Haha.
As I packed up my trunk of belongings, I thought to myself, “What could we have done differently? Could I have been a better person? A better lover?” I allowed these thoughts to leave me as I strode forward into the newest chapter of my life.
the back of the car: dirty. or the elephant trunk khartoum, Sudan’s capital city…
Oneword has given me this word before. I remember. It was back in like, October or November. I wrote about my brother who forgot to come, and that as I was waiting, I laid myself out on the hot trunk of the car.
She threw the trunk into the back seat and simultaneously, threw out her shoulder. Littered with profanity, her shout and its aftermath left the majority of the block staring at her, including two very irritated looking nannies who were protectively shepherding their charges away from the irascible woman.
Trunk of a car filled with all the emotional baggage it can possibly hold, until you run it down a highway. Trunk door opened at full swing. Not caring that the hinge will likely fall off, only hoping everything falls out and becomes abandoned, lost forever.
In the trunk of his car. He threw me in there like I was groceries he had just picked off of the shelves and thrown in his cart. Ready to take home to cook up and eat. In his trunk, banging on my surroundings. Wanting so desperately to get out…
traveling, elephant going back to Africa to visit his mother. Sad in zoo, broke out and got lost in the city. He choked on a peanut that he found on the subway tracks and while choking, was too distracted to see the train coming and died.
I loaded all of my things into the trunk and slammed it closed. I looked over towards the sun to see the outline of my father with his arm around my mother. tears started to fill my eyes but I knew they could not see me cry. If they did, they would lose it.
what is a trunk if nothing but a bunk? what’s all the funk? what’s messed up? me and my relationship with God. where did all my trust go? when He ripped my heart out and gave it to a boy. but i know there must be joy. because i’m surviving and i’ve survived until this very moment for no apparent reason. joy unspeakable. peace that passes all understanding. the root of everything. hallelujah. not elephants. love. jesus. amen. glory.
The trunk was loaded into the back of the car. This was the last time they ever saw each other. The two brothers hugged while their mother looked out from a house window. It had always been sunny during the summers here, but an overcast sky brooded.
I stared into the trunk of my car. Ugh, not again.
“C’mon! We’ll be late!” my wife shouted, grinning. We were heading to the birthday party of her best friend. My one job for this big evening had been the gift. And I’m pretty sure you can guess where I’m going here.
I stared into the trunk. I should be more specific- I stared into the empty trunk. Unless Stacy wanted a gum wrapper or lone tennis ball for her birthday, we were out of luck.
But as I saw the eagerness in my wife’s eyes, the excitement for her best friend. I just couldn’t disappoint her like this.
Tennis ball it is then.
They tied my hands and feet, put a gag over my mouth, and shoved me into the trunk of the old, beat-up hatchback. I was covered with a blanket so the cops couldn’t see that there was an abducted child in the trunk of their car…
A trunk, we a trunk can be found on many different animals and things! For example an obvious example of a trunk is on an Elephant, The elephant uses a trunk to drink and wash itself. Another example of a trunk can be an american way of saying boot of a car, like Margret can you open the trunk please?
tree trunks which bear souls. bare souls. naked soldiers. stripped of a cavity. for bare-naked souls to fly free. fly fast. they hold fast. steady. in bodies, trunks of trees which bear souls. bare souls.
There was an old metal trunk. It sat in an attic, alone. The house was alone, too, at the top of a lonely hill surrounded by lonely trees. The only access a long forgotten road, bypassed by modern highways and byways. One would not know of this road, or this house, or the trees, or the hill, and especially not the trunk.
It was dark. Too dark. Why had I volunteered for this. For about forty seconds after they’d closed the truck this had been fun, but now, the green glowstick around my wrist and the muddled tone to my thoughts were the only reminders that I was supposed to be having fun.
i slid my hand across the wrinkled skin of the animal. my father said it was an elephant. elephant. i couldnt speak the word of man yet, but one day soon i would. the elephants long nose slid across the ground to wear i sat. it wrapped itself around my waist, lifting me off the dirt surface. i laughed in enjoyment, and then laughed even harder when my father came running over, a large stick in his hand. he struck out at the large animal, causing it to rear back on its hind legs. i slid from its grasp, falling into my fathers arms. i instantly reached my hand out to the animal, but my father struck it once more. he turned to leave, my gazing beyond his should, as the elephant sat, bloody and bruised, off in the distance.
case car
fear dopple ganger truck best basket you rube truant yourick these years longish food timer door very trust thinking
act
mask greek tragedy shining armor light hearted thurber house
square button past time
baseball fever dog
I’ll never understand the vast expanse I sacrificed when I settled for this life in the coffin that [I SWEAR TO GOD I CONSTRUCTED] with my own hands. Somewhere in between here and Rhode Island I disappeared into nothingness, and they forgot about who I am. I forgot who I am. I am corroded and broken inside this disgusting excuse of an existence.
I think of the old trunk and how it represents all the travels of the owner. The coolest trunk I ever saw was Babe Ruth’s travel trunk. Oh what memories it could tell, if only it could talk.
It’s full. It’s got everything I could possibly need in it. I never actually need anything in it. Its my just in case supply kit. It’s everything, and it’s nothing all at once.
Tree trunk or brass bound trunk? The latter I think. Now that was a Nancy Drew mystery and a half. One of the first ones I read if I recall. Back in the day. Whatever happened to Carolyn Keene? Turns out she was a syndicate. But I was with Nancy, Bess and George all the way from “The Clock in the Attic” right up to “The Secret of Mirror Bay”. It might have gone beyond that but I discovered the promise of Danielle Steele and Barbara Taylor Bradford’s substantive women. A girl moves on. Entirely. Lost in Margaret Attwood now with a blind assassin. But Nancy I still think of you fondly and of that infamous trunk.
The back of the car was dripping.In the dark, she couldn’t tell what. Quite frankly, water would be preferable. Or even oil.Yeah, a great big leak in the gas would be perfect. Sadly,the police didn’t call Joan and Sheryl over a simple leak in the gas tank.
the trunk of my car is a mess! Mulch pieces everywhere. Stray potato chips from the kids throwing them at each other. I can’t wait to clean it out. Gonna load it with beach stuff: boogie boards, pails, shovels, umbrella, chairs.
She stood up on the trunk of her pickup. Threw out each arm like a bird. The wind almost blowing her over. Still, she stood strong and let out a scream. A real happy scream. With the craziest of grins spreading across her face.