There are many types of wrenches as a noun. Monkey wrench, et cetera. I guess I’m not really in a profound mood or anything…that was rather boring. Besides, I have spent far too much time trying to figure out how to spell “noun” :P
you know how to work with tools. you hand me the wrench, and I look at you questioningly. it is not only my job to fix this. it’s for both of us. you should have realized that.
There are a lot of strange things to bring to an art exhibit that demonstrated beautiful ice sculptures, and wrenches are definitely one of them. The shady-looking man sauntered into the warehouse with an enormous pipe wrench, looking about in a way that made most of the patrons uncomfortable.
The wrenching guilt of growing a hardwood yet laminate floor in the house of an elderly man was growing on her. She could no longer sit at the breakfast table looking at it, it was everywhere. Now she had to make a choice between keeping it, or paying them to uninstall it.
Wrench. It reminds me of a monkey. Probably from the term “monkey wrench.” When my father works on cars he always asks me to get him a wrench if I’m around. Also, when I was younger I used to sing “If I was a wrench girl” in one of the pop song on the radio. Oh, my childhood…
They use wrenches to fix things. A loose bolt perhaps. I used to have a wrench. I don’t know where it went. I wish I had one right now. To fix things. But the other kind of wrench, no I don’t want that.
Koi-Madethline wasn’t anywhere near as violent as her siblings so it was to the surprise of no one that she didn’t carry a sword or other sharp weapon around with her. Little did they know that her choice of weapon was the unusually large wrench she kept in her back pocket.
I work at Home Depot. I sell wrenches. You can use them to hit people with. That is usually what i recommend them for. I’m not sure exactly what their true purpose is. I probably should, because of the whole hardware store thing. metal.
they’ll take it from you, you know. wrench that hope out from your fingertips, leaving you silent beneath the world. you cannot defeat the necessities of life. we are all broken from the start. why work for something beyond even your own expectations? you’ll just get hurt in the end.
I was using one just earlier today to fix some lights for tonight’s show. I like being a girl and using tools and KNOWING that I’m doing it right. It’s reassuring and reaffirming doing something that so many of the boys around me can’t do.
I suppose she would do some thing despicable like that and throw a wrench into
my weekend plans to fly across the country to see my ex before He makes the
mistake of a life time and marry’s that Tramp he calls his Fiancee .
Wrench. At first, it sounds like wench which comes from the time period I’d rather be in. But then I remember a wrench is a handy tool and it takes me back to all those summer days my dad taught me the ins and outs of building and knowing how to put things together. I miss those days. Things weren’t so complicated then.
i bought a wrench, then i found a person and asked them if theyd like it because i have no use for one. they told me no but asked me if i’d like to sit with them to eat some lunch. i decided to and had an amazing time. we had a great time and have been best friends ever since.
I found a wrench in my toolbox and didn’t know just what to do with it. It was rusty because it had been in my father’s toolroom for decades and hadn’t been used since he died, which was @ 20 years before the house was sold. I used to love that little room in the basement. I love tools of any kind, I guess, and seeing them there in their jars was just exciting for me at the time. It reminded me of my grandfather, too.
You threw a wrench into my plans. Every thing that happened before and everything that is currently happening, is drenched in you. In the way you tilt your head and tell me I smell amazing or the way you giggle when I make fun of you. I wish that I could live the way I did before you. It was silly and flavored. I felt the serenity of no mess. Now I have openings and frequent floods. I have hammers knacking away at fences that will never be secure, at nails that are slimy and rusty, at buttons that are broken beyond repair. You threw a wrench, the most metallic cold biting wrench you could find. You lifted your leather palms and weaved the metal all over my tininess, the copper still salting my tongue.
I didn’t realize that I was running out of time when the word came up. Now I can’t think or think of a way to write about wrench. To boot, everyone is marginally distracting to my efforts. So this is the best I have about the word wrench.
Wrench.. Umm a good murder weapon.. it can’t be traced back to you! :) I owwwn looootttss of wrenchs cuz my boyfriend works on cars and my dad is a carpenter. haha WRENCH >> WENCH.. this makes me thirsty.. is this suppose to be a story i don’t understand this website.
so its this thing that you can use to hit people with or whatever. it tightens stuff. it is often used to kill people in murder movies and stuff. its really similar to the word wench which is an offensive term towards women. its a tool a handyman’s tool
A hammer and a wrench. That’s all that sat in the wet, cardboard box outside the garage. He’d lent those tools to her years ago and forgotten about it. She hadn’t been able to build the treehouse. Her hands were always too clumsy and she gave up too easily. The rain brought her back to his doorstep, back to the front of his mind.
How do I explain that it’s bothering me? I wrench my heart out before I speak to anyone to make sure the words don’t slip, but they do anyways. My best friend stares at me, amazed at the passion in my words; passion I’ve lost in everything else already. She marches straight up to the problem and taps it on the shoulder as I beg her to leave it be; I’ve gotten so used to staying quiet that facing him seems impossible all of a sudden. But if I don’t, will my fears become a reality? What will happen to me, to us? My insecurities seize me by the throat and squeeze the life out of me, but nobody notices when I suffocate so quietly.
A tool for working when it just gets too hard. A nut stuck on an frustrating screw. It won’t turn. You have to get a wrench. You turn and turn and turn. Eventually the nut escapes. Freedom. Joy. Happiness.
I need a wrench for the bolt I need to unscrew. Someone get me a wrench now! No, I didn’t call you a wrench! I said I need one! It’s in my tool box! Thanks!
wrench, like how someone can wrench your life apart? because i’ve met plenty of those people before. one related to me actually. very closely. a prominent figure.wrenched my life apart through actions he didn’t think were a big deal. but actually they were. they were very big. her was even told. yet he ignored it. it’s beyond repair. even of a wrench
being something made by wrench and solder was,in many ways,simpler,than being flesh and blood.in fact,so much so,that jessie[yes,she,now,considered herself jessie]could not even fathom how she could realize that jessie was whom she was.
I pulled my wrench out of the tool box layed on my back and slid underneath the car i immedietly realized what the problem was and began tightening a bolt in the engine. I suddenly started to smell something odd and realized i had just made a terrible mistake
I grasp the wrench in my hand. Staring down at the body below me. Beneath me. He always was beaneath me. And now he got his. Bones snapped, face mauled, looks crushed. Pulverized for a good reason. For my reasons.
A wrench is an appliance used for building etc. Usually made of steel or iron. I would love to own a wrench because I like tools and handywork. It wouldn’t be useful for crafts but would certainly prove to be useful around the home for repairs etc. If I had my way I would have tools in various colours just to make repairs fun.
I love Bob the builder. That’s a lie, I don’t. Wrench makes me think of Welch’s grape juice. I love grape juice. Wrench. It sounds strong and fierce. I would not like to be a wrench. Wrench makes me feel empowered, makes me feel I can do anything.
The water fell freely from the pipe, reminding her of blood from an open wound, a sickening thought. She reached down into her toolbox, searching for the only suture that could help close such a gash.
He held the wrench in his hand with force. What do I do? Should I run or leave it behind me like a failure. I will run through the fields with force. White dust and wind following me. His hands trembled and he ran through the green grass. His brown hair a wisp.
I remember the first wrench I ever owned. My father gave it to me. It was a monkey wrench. That’s what we called them. I guess they’re called crescent wrenches, but I still call them monkey wrenches.
I still use that monkey wrench. I let my own boys use it now too because it’s small and the perfect size to adjust their bikes.
There are many types of wrenches as a noun. Monkey wrench, et cetera. I guess I’m not really in a profound mood or anything…that was rather boring. Besides, I have spent far too much time trying to figure out how to spell “noun” :P
you know how to work with tools. you hand me the wrench, and I look at you questioningly. it is not only my job to fix this. it’s for both of us. you should have realized that.
There are a lot of strange things to bring to an art exhibit that demonstrated beautiful ice sculptures, and wrenches are definitely one of them. The shady-looking man sauntered into the warehouse with an enormous pipe wrench, looking about in a way that made most of the patrons uncomfortable.
The wrenching guilt of growing a hardwood yet laminate floor in the house of an elderly man was growing on her. She could no longer sit at the breakfast table looking at it, it was everywhere. Now she had to make a choice between keeping it, or paying them to uninstall it.
Wrench. It reminds me of a monkey. Probably from the term “monkey wrench.” When my father works on cars he always asks me to get him a wrench if I’m around. Also, when I was younger I used to sing “If I was a wrench girl” in one of the pop song on the radio. Oh, my childhood…
They use wrenches to fix things. A loose bolt perhaps. I used to have a wrench. I don’t know where it went. I wish I had one right now. To fix things. But the other kind of wrench, no I don’t want that.
it really botters me how some english words have just ONE vogal.
Koi-Madethline wasn’t anywhere near as violent as her siblings so it was to the surprise of no one that she didn’t carry a sword or other sharp weapon around with her. Little did they know that her choice of weapon was the unusually large wrench she kept in her back pocket.
I work at Home Depot. I sell wrenches. You can use them to hit people with. That is usually what i recommend them for. I’m not sure exactly what their true purpose is. I probably should, because of the whole hardware store thing. metal.
they’ll take it from you, you know. wrench that hope out from your fingertips, leaving you silent beneath the world. you cannot defeat the necessities of life. we are all broken from the start. why work for something beyond even your own expectations? you’ll just get hurt in the end.
I was using one just earlier today to fix some lights for tonight’s show. I like being a girl and using tools and KNOWING that I’m doing it right. It’s reassuring and reaffirming doing something that so many of the boys around me can’t do.
I suppose she would do some thing despicable like that and throw a wrench into
my weekend plans to fly across the country to see my ex before He makes the
mistake of a life time and marry’s that Tramp he calls his Fiancee .
Wrench. At first, it sounds like wench which comes from the time period I’d rather be in. But then I remember a wrench is a handy tool and it takes me back to all those summer days my dad taught me the ins and outs of building and knowing how to put things together. I miss those days. Things weren’t so complicated then.
plumbers use wrenches as well as mechanics. It is a very useful tool. I don’t know what people did before they were invented
i feel like the future has been wrenched from my hands
by god
by man
by machine
and i am surprisingly comfortable with it,
because
life
takes
things
from
you
always.
i bought a wrench, then i found a person and asked them if theyd like it because i have no use for one. they told me no but asked me if i’d like to sit with them to eat some lunch. i decided to and had an amazing time. we had a great time and have been best friends ever since.
I found a wrench in my toolbox and didn’t know just what to do with it. It was rusty because it had been in my father’s toolroom for decades and hadn’t been used since he died, which was @ 20 years before the house was sold. I used to love that little room in the basement. I love tools of any kind, I guess, and seeing them there in their jars was just exciting for me at the time. It reminded me of my grandfather, too.
You threw a wrench into my plans. Every thing that happened before and everything that is currently happening, is drenched in you. In the way you tilt your head and tell me I smell amazing or the way you giggle when I make fun of you. I wish that I could live the way I did before you. It was silly and flavored. I felt the serenity of no mess. Now I have openings and frequent floods. I have hammers knacking away at fences that will never be secure, at nails that are slimy and rusty, at buttons that are broken beyond repair. You threw a wrench, the most metallic cold biting wrench you could find. You lifted your leather palms and weaved the metal all over my tininess, the copper still salting my tongue.
I didn’t realize that I was running out of time when the word came up. Now I can’t think or think of a way to write about wrench. To boot, everyone is marginally distracting to my efforts. So this is the best I have about the word wrench.
There is a little wrench in my heart and it tugs at the strings playing beautiful music – not unlike the quickening plucking of a fiddle. Ouch!!!
Wrench.. Umm a good murder weapon.. it can’t be traced back to you! :) I owwwn looootttss of wrenchs cuz my boyfriend works on cars and my dad is a carpenter. haha WRENCH >> WENCH.. this makes me thirsty.. is this suppose to be a story i don’t understand this website.
Cars. Cars. A man is under the car. He is an oily man with a wrench in his hand. Blue coveralls, and feet. Oily, but all we see is feet.
so its this thing that you can use to hit people with or whatever. it tightens stuff. it is often used to kill people in murder movies and stuff. its really similar to the word wench which is an offensive term towards women. its a tool a handyman’s tool
A hammer and a wrench. That’s all that sat in the wet, cardboard box outside the garage. He’d lent those tools to her years ago and forgotten about it. She hadn’t been able to build the treehouse. Her hands were always too clumsy and she gave up too easily. The rain brought her back to his doorstep, back to the front of his mind.
How do I explain that it’s bothering me? I wrench my heart out before I speak to anyone to make sure the words don’t slip, but they do anyways. My best friend stares at me, amazed at the passion in my words; passion I’ve lost in everything else already. She marches straight up to the problem and taps it on the shoulder as I beg her to leave it be; I’ve gotten so used to staying quiet that facing him seems impossible all of a sudden. But if I don’t, will my fears become a reality? What will happen to me, to us? My insecurities seize me by the throat and squeeze the life out of me, but nobody notices when I suffocate so quietly.
A tool for working when it just gets too hard. A nut stuck on an frustrating screw. It won’t turn. You have to get a wrench. You turn and turn and turn. Eventually the nut escapes. Freedom. Joy. Happiness.
I need a wrench for the bolt I need to unscrew. Someone get me a wrench now! No, I didn’t call you a wrench! I said I need one! It’s in my tool box! Thanks!
wrench, like how someone can wrench your life apart? because i’ve met plenty of those people before. one related to me actually. very closely. a prominent figure.wrenched my life apart through actions he didn’t think were a big deal. but actually they were. they were very big. her was even told. yet he ignored it. it’s beyond repair. even of a wrench
being something made by wrench and solder was,in many ways,simpler,than being flesh and blood.in fact,so much so,that jessie[yes,she,now,considered herself jessie]could not even fathom how she could realize that jessie was whom she was.
I pulled my wrench out of the tool box layed on my back and slid underneath the car i immedietly realized what the problem was and began tightening a bolt in the engine. I suddenly started to smell something odd and realized i had just made a terrible mistake
A wrench is a powerful object. It possesses the power to alter things and their position through force. Pretty amazing!
I grasp the wrench in my hand. Staring down at the body below me. Beneath me. He always was beaneath me. And now he got his. Bones snapped, face mauled, looks crushed. Pulverized for a good reason. For my reasons.
tool
tool, ex, hubby, problem, difficulty with a process. silver, cold, solid, heavy, versatile, discover,
A wrench is an appliance used for building etc. Usually made of steel or iron. I would love to own a wrench because I like tools and handywork. It wouldn’t be useful for crafts but would certainly prove to be useful around the home for repairs etc. If I had my way I would have tools in various colours just to make repairs fun.
I love Bob the builder. That’s a lie, I don’t. Wrench makes me think of Welch’s grape juice. I love grape juice. Wrench. It sounds strong and fierce. I would not like to be a wrench. Wrench makes me feel empowered, makes me feel I can do anything.
The water fell freely from the pipe, reminding her of blood from an open wound, a sickening thought. She reached down into her toolbox, searching for the only suture that could help close such a gash.
I have never used a wrench. When I was little they fascinated me. I wondered about how you used them and what you used them fo
He held the wrench in his hand with force. What do I do? Should I run or leave it behind me like a failure. I will run through the fields with force. White dust and wind following me. His hands trembled and he ran through the green grass. His brown hair a wisp.
I remember the first wrench I ever owned. My father gave it to me. It was a monkey wrench. That’s what we called them. I guess they’re called crescent wrenches, but I still call them monkey wrenches.
I still use that monkey wrench. I let my own boys use it now too because it’s small and the perfect size to adjust their bikes.