Have you ever wondered what the contents of someone’s trunk say about them as a person? Mine is filled with drawing and painting supplies, books, clothes and papers. After you dig through all that, you may be able to find the spare tire.
i have a lot in the trunk in the attic, my grandmother kept all her belongings from the war in there, it was her fathers and he was in the civil war, it came from the souther mass border where it was made in 1835. now it is my trunk.
“This one looks like a three-body er, dear,” she said in jest as the wiry salesman with the outdated glasses tried to look unphased. The charcoal sidewalk melted in the hot summer sun as we tried to convince ourselves that this could be the one. I was unyielding, my determined and unrealistic sixteen year old mind, was not concerned with trunk space.
When his friend pulled up to his house, he put the bag in the trunk, and silently slipped into the drivers seat. “Drive.” He said quietly, staring straight ahead.
“Where to?” His friend questioned, a slight frown in his voice.
“Somewhere out of town. Anywhere.”
His friend looked at him; and he looked back.
“What’s in the bag?” his friend finally asked, letting his gaze drift away, somehow feeling the answer.before he even asked.
“I told you Mary was asking for it.”
i keep my glf clubs in the trunk. It has a lot of space i can fit about six bodies in my caddy’s. They’re usually really hard t vaccuum. I’m not sure why they have a weird carpet that everything sticksk too I think it’s because it’s cheaper.
big. burly. masculine. Old men coming home from war usually have them. Or girls who are trying to sense the smell of their family, because they have been long gone. Wooden.
big, clunky, wooden. it holds lots of stuff. usually at the bottom of a bed. used to carry thigns in old books or books trying to seem “vintage”. Ugh, I just like how burly it is. Yep.
A trunk has wonder, and beauty. An unopened trunk brings curiosity to the eye and mind. But the strength to stay away is truly what counts, for the thrill of an unopened trunk is the best of all. ~Pandoras box.
Reggie sat their restlessly
On that old oak tree trunk
Wondering why on Earth did that tree dare fall?
Who brought misery to this wonderful life?
What will happen when his tree
Becomes trunk?
a trunk hold secrets, they hold love, they hold pain, and they hold memories. We just have to find the one who has the strength to pull it open. (Pandoras Box).
trunk is all i want to do no matter what it is… Trunk is all I want and will ever need.
Cause whatever it is it is absolutly great and the best thing ever. Trunk is by far, all i want to do ever.
These are so easily associated with murder and death. Honestly, I see the word trunk and I think, “Okay, where’s the dead body?” But for real, trunks are pretty small when you think about them. It would be terrifying to be trapped inside a trunk. I’m probably a bit clostraphobic in that way.
red car, open the trunk in the middle of the desert on a long road trip to get out the coller. it’s an old convertible, and the top is down because of the heat. the two are in love, visiting family in california for summer break
a place for secret and diaries as a kid at the end of you bed. as a teen you keep all ton of stuff in there just to show it off. as a college kid you have your life in there and as a adult you clean it all out.
junk in my trunk. That is the first thing I think of which is so strange cause my butt is actually quite not trunk-ish sized. Then I think of Shrek cause it has the song “I like big butts”, then i picture the music video and its funny and i laugh and it was dorky.
put things in it, also on a elephant. I think elephants are interesting although their trunks only hold water. The other kind.. well it can hold all kinds of things.
in my car there is a trunk and there a lot of crap in it and i like need to keep it cleaner and my lax stic is there a pair of skis bags my helmate shing gaurds ploles 4 sets of goggles a bunch of stickers from companies. i also hope that theres not a sandwich in tthere cuz that would suck. just saying!
i love the trees, they are much more friendly than people and with all their watching, they are full of infinite wisdom. the forrests of vermont i miss dearly and i wish i could treck it’s woods forever. the trunk is long and slim kind of like my cock, well shit fuck. i will cut you in half with sephoroths sword just like a logger cuts a trunk in half. what a butt hoel i would rather feast on flesh than cut a tree.
She couldn’t breathe. Well, she could breathe, but just barely.
It had all happened so fast. She was walking home after an exhausting day when she had been grabbed. A hand covered her mouth and nose and she was shoved into the trunk of the nondescript car parked nearby.
What would happen now?
trunks take up space.
they also give the extra space.
space for secret photos, secret letters to secret lovers.
space for dirty things and water that could spill.
The air was hot and heavy, breathing labored and cramped blackness creeping in from the red-sweat lodge humidity of the July stasis of the car. Somewhere, somewhen, waiting for the end to come.
the back of a car where people are put when they’re kidnapped. let’s be honest when people go shopping they actually jsut put their bought items in the back seat. even with children. tehy just go on the floor. so whats a trunk for? its for kidnappers and murderers to get away with shit when people start asking questions. you stick them in the trunk. done.
of the car? where people put things, like the stuff they get from the market. I don’t have one. Guys usually say trunk it the girls butt. i don’t have one of those either… oh well, i have a bike. mhaha
The elephants walks casually through the evening and wandered into the moonlit forest. There, they ecountered a magic cactus that had spines like ivory tusks.
the tree trunk split in half as the lightning bolt struck it. she had to leave. she gave him one last look, seeing his sorrow in his eyes, and ran off towards the valley. she knew she would never see peter again.
She put all of her weight into the trunk, and despite her zealous effort, it would not open. She searched around the attic for something to pry it open with, and came across a sturdy looking piece of wood.
In the middle of the room, there lay a golden trunk. What could be inside? open it and find out to your surprise. it’s a doll. the deep blue eyes of it pierce your heart and soul as it awakens as you scream.
At the end of the bed, the black trunk with its brass knobs sat patiently. So empty were its insides, longing to be filled. So still it had been all these years, longing for an adventure. The trunk remembered crossing the Pacific, full of ratty sweaters and moth-eaten wool. Oh, to be full and travel again!
i hid the body in the trunk of my car.
i could still hear the human flopping around like a flounder on land.
regret? perhaps.
not enough to turn around or undo my actions.
freedom is all i needed, at this miniscule taste is enough to charge me for a life time.
i have one that i use to keep things in. my mom has one in her parents basement with her old dresses and stuffed animals.i love going through it and thinking of the fun things she used to do when she was a little girl. I hope to get that trunk from my grandparents at some point before i die
Have you ever wondered what the contents of someone’s trunk say about them as a person? Mine is filled with drawing and painting supplies, books, clothes and papers. After you dig through all that, you may be able to find the spare tire.
i have a lot in the trunk in the attic, my grandmother kept all her belongings from the war in there, it was her fathers and he was in the civil war, it came from the souther mass border where it was made in 1835. now it is my trunk.
“This one looks like a three-body er, dear,” she said in jest as the wiry salesman with the outdated glasses tried to look unphased. The charcoal sidewalk melted in the hot summer sun as we tried to convince ourselves that this could be the one. I was unyielding, my determined and unrealistic sixteen year old mind, was not concerned with trunk space.
When his friend pulled up to his house, he put the bag in the trunk, and silently slipped into the drivers seat. “Drive.” He said quietly, staring straight ahead.
“Where to?” His friend questioned, a slight frown in his voice.
“Somewhere out of town. Anywhere.”
His friend looked at him; and he looked back.
“What’s in the bag?” his friend finally asked, letting his gaze drift away, somehow feeling the answer.before he even asked.
“I told you Mary was asking for it.”
I once saw what was supposed to be a dead hooker in a trunk… It was an actress with all the gory makeup… I wasn’t as disturbed as I would have liked.
i keep my glf clubs in the trunk. It has a lot of space i can fit about six bodies in my caddy’s. They’re usually really hard t vaccuum. I’m not sure why they have a weird carpet that everything sticksk too I think it’s because it’s cheaper.
big. burly. masculine. Old men coming home from war usually have them. Or girls who are trying to sense the smell of their family, because they have been long gone. Wooden.
Trunk
Scenes imagined
Hopes collected
Dreams within
A life expected
big, clunky, wooden. it holds lots of stuff. usually at the bottom of a bed. used to carry thigns in old books or books trying to seem “vintage”. Ugh, I just like how burly it is. Yep.
And before the sun can set, the group, herd, some name of them or other, turns, ivory crashing into each other, large ears and four-toed feet.
All before the fence sparkles a blue, sharp light.
She wasn’t needed after all.
He stuffed the body in the trunk and hastily got into the car and drove away. Breathing deeply, he considered what he had just done.
A trunk has wonder, and beauty. An unopened trunk brings curiosity to the eye and mind. But the strength to stay away is truly what counts, for the thrill of an unopened trunk is the best of all. ~Pandoras box.
Reggie sat their restlessly
On that old oak tree trunk
Wondering why on Earth did that tree dare fall?
Who brought misery to this wonderful life?
What will happen when his tree
Becomes trunk?
a trunk hold secrets, they hold love, they hold pain, and they hold memories. We just have to find the one who has the strength to pull it open. (Pandoras Box).
trunk is all i want to do no matter what it is… Trunk is all I want and will ever need.
Cause whatever it is it is absolutly great and the best thing ever. Trunk is by far, all i want to do ever.
open
shut
crowded
not big
claustrophobic
tiny
small
compact
hidden
scary
car
help
stuck
kids
people driving
These are so easily associated with murder and death. Honestly, I see the word trunk and I think, “Okay, where’s the dead body?” But for real, trunks are pretty small when you think about them. It would be terrifying to be trapped inside a trunk. I’m probably a bit clostraphobic in that way.
red car, open the trunk in the middle of the desert on a long road trip to get out the coller. it’s an old convertible, and the top is down because of the heat. the two are in love, visiting family in california for summer break
a place for secret and diaries as a kid at the end of you bed. as a teen you keep all ton of stuff in there just to show it off. as a college kid you have your life in there and as a adult you clean it all out.
junk in my trunk. That is the first thing I think of which is so strange cause my butt is actually quite not trunk-ish sized. Then I think of Shrek cause it has the song “I like big butts”, then i picture the music video and its funny and i laugh and it was dorky.
put things in it, also on a elephant. I think elephants are interesting although their trunks only hold water. The other kind.. well it can hold all kinds of things.
in my car there is a trunk and there a lot of crap in it and i like need to keep it cleaner and my lax stic is there a pair of skis bags my helmate shing gaurds ploles 4 sets of goggles a bunch of stickers from companies. i also hope that theres not a sandwich in tthere cuz that would suck. just saying!
i love the trees, they are much more friendly than people and with all their watching, they are full of infinite wisdom. the forrests of vermont i miss dearly and i wish i could treck it’s woods forever. the trunk is long and slim kind of like my cock, well shit fuck. i will cut you in half with sephoroths sword just like a logger cuts a trunk in half. what a butt hoel i would rather feast on flesh than cut a tree.
She couldn’t breathe. Well, she could breathe, but just barely.
It had all happened so fast. She was walking home after an exhausting day when she had been grabbed. A hand covered her mouth and nose and she was shoved into the trunk of the nondescript car parked nearby.
What would happen now?
trunks take up space.
they also give the extra space.
space for secret photos, secret letters to secret lovers.
space for dirty things and water that could spill.
It’s where you hide bodies, dead bodies.
The air was hot and heavy, breathing labored and cramped blackness creeping in from the red-sweat lodge humidity of the July stasis of the car. Somewhere, somewhen, waiting for the end to come.
the trunk is huge and colorful
the back of a car where people are put when they’re kidnapped. let’s be honest when people go shopping they actually jsut put their bought items in the back seat. even with children. tehy just go on the floor. so whats a trunk for? its for kidnappers and murderers to get away with shit when people start asking questions. you stick them in the trunk. done.
of the car? where people put things, like the stuff they get from the market. I don’t have one. Guys usually say trunk it the girls butt. i don’t have one of those either… oh well, i have a bike. mhaha
The elephants walks casually through the evening and wandered into the moonlit forest. There, they ecountered a magic cactus that had spines like ivory tusks.
the tree trunk split in half as the lightning bolt struck it. she had to leave. she gave him one last look, seeing his sorrow in his eyes, and ran off towards the valley. she knew she would never see peter again.
how sad to see the elephant, motionless in the afternoon haze, his trunk raised to sense our imminent approach
She put all of her weight into the trunk, and despite her zealous effort, it would not open. She searched around the attic for something to pry it open with, and came across a sturdy looking piece of wood.
In the middle of the room, there lay a golden trunk. What could be inside? open it and find out to your surprise. it’s a doll. the deep blue eyes of it pierce your heart and soul as it awakens as you scream.
following me
from behind
full and empty
at the same time
a hardy ache in my mind
seemingly pleasant to the witches
of your kind.
At the end of the bed, the black trunk with its brass knobs sat patiently. So empty were its insides, longing to be filled. So still it had been all these years, longing for an adventure. The trunk remembered crossing the Pacific, full of ratty sweaters and moth-eaten wool. Oh, to be full and travel again!
i hid the body in the trunk of my car.
i could still hear the human flopping around like a flounder on land.
regret? perhaps.
not enough to turn around or undo my actions.
freedom is all i needed, at this miniscule taste is enough to charge me for a life time.
we check in code to trunk. trunk is a useually used for trees. trunk is also unsed for elephants that use for drinking and holding. Trunk
i have one that i use to keep things in. my mom has one in her parents basement with her old dresses and stuffed animals.i love going through it and thinking of the fun things she used to do when she was a little girl. I hope to get that trunk from my grandparents at some point before i die