i drove to the canteen with joey and billy who were sticky with paint and jam sandwiches. hot soup is the meanest of comforts. but the boys love the canteen like i loved bellagia’s 5-star hotel back in the day.
RK
we have one at university, food is quite yummy but expensive, you can buy bread pasta pizza yogurts, drinks and yummy treats. we have table with chairs that turn but are undetachable. its really loud, and hard to concentrate, and i can almost never find a plug for my laptop. its always filled with students during lunchtimes. they sell salads and baguettes aswell, i always buy the tuna baguette and on fatty days i take the chicken and chesse baguette and have it toasted.
Monique
A man once existed with the minimum amount of water. His leader insisted he carry a canteen and drink it’s contents each day. Instead, the man chose to make the canteen last a week. His body learned to function under these dry constant condidtions. Eventually, when the man was old and withered, he drank water daily. One day, the man drank a tall glass of cold water. The water made his hands ache from holding the too cold glass. The man’s teeth chattered. He began sweating and removing his shirt. Then, the old man convulsed and grabbed his stomach. The man looked up at me with pain in his eyes. He said, “You did this to me. You gave me the water.” Then the man died.
World War II. Full figured women. Beautiful girls. old fashioned. romance. song & dance. fun. alive. spirit. A place of entertainment & relaxation.
Jen Tucker
I open the door. A comfy aroma of food serenates me. I can hear the clinking of glasses as I slide into one of the booths that line the walls around the square bar.
Behind the bar, friendly barkeeps chat with their customers and I smile as I order the usual.
She watched him from her porch across the street, eying the canteen in his hand rather than really looking him over at all. Held loosely by his side, she couldn’t tell if there was anything in it or not. It was just there, maybe with a lid on it, maybe not.
Alyssa
the canteen was bone dry. he held it up to his lips searching for one last drop that might come out to parch his lips. not only was he out of water, but it was hot to the touch. he threw the canteen to the ground cursing it and the world around him.
thirst and heat…. striving to reach the top. long swigs or short ones…. preservation or devouring…. cool wet liquid seeping between parched lips. round and reliable…. the hiker’s best friend
Chloe
In the desert, someone reaches for their metal canteen. It’s almost empty and a few crystal drop slip past parched lips.
You’re still thirsty, though and someone from behind you passes over their own.
Freedom
The water was low, the temps were high. With a grimace, he raised the canteen over his hand and tilted it upside-down. What few drops revealed themselves quickly dissolved into the dry cracks of his palm.
Desert, sunset, sand dunes, my father in combat boots, thirst, desire, khaki, empty, never satisfied. Where am I, why am I in a city with a running faucet when I could be somewhere that would make me thankful for my canteen.
Caroline
His canteen, strapped across his ragged body felt unusually light. “it can’t be” he thought to himself. Sure enough, the cap had fallen loose. Possibly in between the mountain passage- regardless of where the cap had become unscrewed and the precious liquid sustaining life poured, the adventurous young man was now at the mercy of the unruly Vermont wilderness.
A canteen is the thing you drink out of when you’re insanely thirsty in the middle of the dessert. like Indiana Jones, or some really awesome explorer guy. If you’re a bad ass, you drink from a canteen. also army dudes use them alot I hear.
Stephanie
In Girl Scouts they have a camping packing list that includes a canteen. I don’t own one. I don’t really like them. I think that they are kind of ugly.
the canteen was abuzz with students copying each others homework…a few were eating. but i couldn’t not anymore.
the canteen was like- the hospital. the same whit services, uniform people. there weren’t any people looking absolutely devoid of any human devotion, but they made me THINK of them
i am dry, but no moisture will pass my lips.
i am worn, but no patchwork will have it’s way with me.
i am broken, but not to be fixed.
i am earth, dust, ashes.
Canteens help people in the world stay hydrated. They have a more earthy look to them than regular water bottles.
They are usually brown and sometimes they have a leathery cover on them.
They are commonly used in desert movies.
Beca
i opened the canteen and poured the last drips of water down my dry throat. yep, that’s all i had left. i was parched.
i threw the canteen as far as i could across the sand dunes. that was it. i was frustrated. i was dying. i was lost. dehydrated. nothing left. the end.
but then i spied something on the horizon. a glint of light. what the fuck was it? it twinkled.
goober
a canteen is a can used to store teens. or it might mean a canteen for holding water. i don’t know.
I had only a drop of water left in my canteen. I wanted more so badly. But of course, as you may have it in the desert, there was no water in sight. There was nothing in sight, not even a glimpse of civilization. If only there were people around. I had been in the desert for so long, I didn’t even know what people looked like any more.
Maddie
makes me think of boobies
cuz they have milk
micky
Canteen. A place where you can find everything you need to get by.. food, water, friends. An oasis in the middle of a school/work day, a place to talk and to be surrounded by people who will make you feel loved and included. So why do I feel alone in this place full of people? Surrounded but alone
lmg
The canteen was bustling with children, screaming and yelling for their chance at an ice cream sandwich or a Popsicle, a candy bar or a soda. Once a day each troop got 15 minutes to make their choices with the coins their parents left them with; except Susie, the scholarship girl, who came with no coins and thus had to subsist on the green been casserole and stale graham crackers at dinner.
in the desert, one comes to terms with various revelations that lead one to a new place or perhaps back to a more familiar place once known before. a canteen reminds you you CAN and keeps your inner motor going, forever allowing you to move forward.
milly
I brought the canteen out from inside my otherwise barren canvas backpack. I roughly took the cap off and brought it to my lips. Damn. Empty. I glanced around and saw nothing. This would be a long journey.
Hannah
i use you i drink you you pour yourself into my body and i am refreshed, renewed. canteen i love you
.Diana
I found an old canteen in my grandfathers dusty garage. Holding it took me to a different world, one full of noise and dirt, dust and uncertainty of war. I can only imagine the feelings he felt when using the beaten up canteen day in and day out.
mrs. d
He sputtered and then spewed out the contents of his canteen. “Who the duece put vinegar in there?!” he wondered. It must have been Emily, she was always playing devilish tricks like that.
Brittany
I eat so much today, there was fabulous steak in my factory cantina. So there was also many vegetables. Almost everybody loves that meal – of cours unlike vegies.
Alex
He took the canteen and lifted it high, high, high above his head, barely blocking the rays of the hot sun above him. Not a single drop came out. Parched with thirst, he looked around hopelessly.
travelers without a canteen
like a student without a book
or day without sun.
waters awesome.
drink up :)
jackie
food yum, noodles, gossip free time study oily food dosas water friends games 1:30
ishitaa
I walked along the beach in search for water and found a rusty canteen sunk into the wet sand. The initials PRK, etched in sterling, reflected the blazing sun from above. I looked inside (the top was missing) and found a rolled-up piece of paper.
Angie
it always smells of warm cabbage, sticky honey and piss. Why? Does someone take a sly leak when the caretaker isn’t looking? It always puts me off eating. And reminds me of the dinner lady from hell who haunted my schooldays and gatecrashed my wedding.
Jane Gallagher
i ride through the desert on a camels back lifting up my leather water pack, i throw down the juices and let the rains looser and dig through the sand to find some contraband
rgloque
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that…what was in that canteen?”
I was at the local antique shop. Working there, part time, summer job and all. We got a couple of oddities, weirdos who wanted specific things. This must have been the strangest of them all.
“Magic. There was magic in the canteen,” I heard the old hobo-esque guy say from the other side of the counter. “You have to tell me who you sold it to.”
I reach for the canteen below my left armpit; my hand shaking from the lack of water. I hold it up to my mouth and hold my breath as seconds pass and not water pours out. I have no tears to cry, but if I had any they would be slowly making their way down my face. I am about to lower my hand when one tiny drop of water falls from the small opening of the canteen. I quickly swallow it and give a small smile.
Jordan
I remember in elementary school, my grandmother gave me this little canteen that was covered in buffalo hide with beads strung all around it. She had gone to Arizona and brought back things for her grandchildren. I remember really liking that thing, carrying it all around with me, and feeling all cool with it dangling by my side. I used to fill it with water and would get weird looks from the teachers since they couldn’t tell what I was drinking – and it was then I learned kids would fill these kinds of things with alcohol.
cafetria in new zealand and something you put your liquids in. yea i have no clue!
ashkle
I drank out of the canteen as we were hiking over some unknown mountain. It was a very spontaneous trip, we honestly didn’t know where we were heading. It was at least 100 degrees outside though, and when I finished the last few drops of water in the canteen, I began to wonder if this trip was really such a good idea because I hadn’t seen any kind of water source for a few hours.
i drove to the canteen with joey and billy who were sticky with paint and jam sandwiches. hot soup is the meanest of comforts. but the boys love the canteen like i loved bellagia’s 5-star hotel back in the day.
we have one at university, food is quite yummy but expensive, you can buy bread pasta pizza yogurts, drinks and yummy treats. we have table with chairs that turn but are undetachable. its really loud, and hard to concentrate, and i can almost never find a plug for my laptop. its always filled with students during lunchtimes. they sell salads and baguettes aswell, i always buy the tuna baguette and on fatty days i take the chicken and chesse baguette and have it toasted.
A man once existed with the minimum amount of water. His leader insisted he carry a canteen and drink it’s contents each day. Instead, the man chose to make the canteen last a week. His body learned to function under these dry constant condidtions. Eventually, when the man was old and withered, he drank water daily. One day, the man drank a tall glass of cold water. The water made his hands ache from holding the too cold glass. The man’s teeth chattered. He began sweating and removing his shirt. Then, the old man convulsed and grabbed his stomach. The man looked up at me with pain in his eyes. He said, “You did this to me. You gave me the water.” Then the man died.
World War II. Full figured women. Beautiful girls. old fashioned. romance. song & dance. fun. alive. spirit. A place of entertainment & relaxation.
I open the door. A comfy aroma of food serenates me. I can hear the clinking of glasses as I slide into one of the booths that line the walls around the square bar.
Behind the bar, friendly barkeeps chat with their customers and I smile as I order the usual.
She watched him from her porch across the street, eying the canteen in his hand rather than really looking him over at all. Held loosely by his side, she couldn’t tell if there was anything in it or not. It was just there, maybe with a lid on it, maybe not.
the canteen was bone dry. he held it up to his lips searching for one last drop that might come out to parch his lips. not only was he out of water, but it was hot to the touch. he threw the canteen to the ground cursing it and the world around him.
thirst and heat…. striving to reach the top. long swigs or short ones…. preservation or devouring…. cool wet liquid seeping between parched lips. round and reliable…. the hiker’s best friend
In the desert, someone reaches for their metal canteen. It’s almost empty and a few crystal drop slip past parched lips.
You’re still thirsty, though and someone from behind you passes over their own.
The water was low, the temps were high. With a grimace, he raised the canteen over his hand and tilted it upside-down. What few drops revealed themselves quickly dissolved into the dry cracks of his palm.
Desert, sunset, sand dunes, my father in combat boots, thirst, desire, khaki, empty, never satisfied. Where am I, why am I in a city with a running faucet when I could be somewhere that would make me thankful for my canteen.
His canteen, strapped across his ragged body felt unusually light. “it can’t be” he thought to himself. Sure enough, the cap had fallen loose. Possibly in between the mountain passage- regardless of where the cap had become unscrewed and the precious liquid sustaining life poured, the adventurous young man was now at the mercy of the unruly Vermont wilderness.
A canteen is the thing you drink out of when you’re insanely thirsty in the middle of the dessert. like Indiana Jones, or some really awesome explorer guy. If you’re a bad ass, you drink from a canteen. also army dudes use them alot I hear.
In Girl Scouts they have a camping packing list that includes a canteen. I don’t own one. I don’t really like them. I think that they are kind of ugly.
the canteen was abuzz with students copying each others homework…a few were eating. but i couldn’t not anymore.
the canteen was like- the hospital. the same whit services, uniform people. there weren’t any people looking absolutely devoid of any human devotion, but they made me THINK of them
i am dry, but no moisture will pass my lips.
i am worn, but no patchwork will have it’s way with me.
i am broken, but not to be fixed.
i am earth, dust, ashes.
Canteens help people in the world stay hydrated. They have a more earthy look to them than regular water bottles.
They are usually brown and sometimes they have a leathery cover on them.
They are commonly used in desert movies.
i opened the canteen and poured the last drips of water down my dry throat. yep, that’s all i had left. i was parched.
i threw the canteen as far as i could across the sand dunes. that was it. i was frustrated. i was dying. i was lost. dehydrated. nothing left. the end.
but then i spied something on the horizon. a glint of light. what the fuck was it? it twinkled.
a canteen is a can used to store teens. or it might mean a canteen for holding water. i don’t know.
I had only a drop of water left in my canteen. I wanted more so badly. But of course, as you may have it in the desert, there was no water in sight. There was nothing in sight, not even a glimpse of civilization. If only there were people around. I had been in the desert for so long, I didn’t even know what people looked like any more.
makes me think of boobies
cuz they have milk
Canteen. A place where you can find everything you need to get by.. food, water, friends. An oasis in the middle of a school/work day, a place to talk and to be surrounded by people who will make you feel loved and included. So why do I feel alone in this place full of people? Surrounded but alone
The canteen was bustling with children, screaming and yelling for their chance at an ice cream sandwich or a Popsicle, a candy bar or a soda. Once a day each troop got 15 minutes to make their choices with the coins their parents left them with; except Susie, the scholarship girl, who came with no coins and thus had to subsist on the green been casserole and stale graham crackers at dinner.
in the desert, one comes to terms with various revelations that lead one to a new place or perhaps back to a more familiar place once known before. a canteen reminds you you CAN and keeps your inner motor going, forever allowing you to move forward.
I brought the canteen out from inside my otherwise barren canvas backpack. I roughly took the cap off and brought it to my lips. Damn. Empty. I glanced around and saw nothing. This would be a long journey.
i use you i drink you you pour yourself into my body and i am refreshed, renewed. canteen i love you
I found an old canteen in my grandfathers dusty garage. Holding it took me to a different world, one full of noise and dirt, dust and uncertainty of war. I can only imagine the feelings he felt when using the beaten up canteen day in and day out.
He sputtered and then spewed out the contents of his canteen. “Who the duece put vinegar in there?!” he wondered. It must have been Emily, she was always playing devilish tricks like that.
I eat so much today, there was fabulous steak in my factory cantina. So there was also many vegetables. Almost everybody loves that meal – of cours unlike vegies.
He took the canteen and lifted it high, high, high above his head, barely blocking the rays of the hot sun above him. Not a single drop came out. Parched with thirst, he looked around hopelessly.
travelers without a canteen
like a student without a book
or day without sun.
waters awesome.
drink up :)
food yum, noodles, gossip free time study oily food dosas water friends games 1:30
I walked along the beach in search for water and found a rusty canteen sunk into the wet sand. The initials PRK, etched in sterling, reflected the blazing sun from above. I looked inside (the top was missing) and found a rolled-up piece of paper.
it always smells of warm cabbage, sticky honey and piss. Why? Does someone take a sly leak when the caretaker isn’t looking? It always puts me off eating. And reminds me of the dinner lady from hell who haunted my schooldays and gatecrashed my wedding.
i ride through the desert on a camels back lifting up my leather water pack, i throw down the juices and let the rains looser and dig through the sand to find some contraband
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that…what was in that canteen?”
I was at the local antique shop. Working there, part time, summer job and all. We got a couple of oddities, weirdos who wanted specific things. This must have been the strangest of them all.
“Magic. There was magic in the canteen,” I heard the old hobo-esque guy say from the other side of the counter. “You have to tell me who you sold it to.”
I reach for the canteen below my left armpit; my hand shaking from the lack of water. I hold it up to my mouth and hold my breath as seconds pass and not water pours out. I have no tears to cry, but if I had any they would be slowly making their way down my face. I am about to lower my hand when one tiny drop of water falls from the small opening of the canteen. I quickly swallow it and give a small smile.
I remember in elementary school, my grandmother gave me this little canteen that was covered in buffalo hide with beads strung all around it. She had gone to Arizona and brought back things for her grandchildren. I remember really liking that thing, carrying it all around with me, and feeling all cool with it dangling by my side. I used to fill it with water and would get weird looks from the teachers since they couldn’t tell what I was drinking – and it was then I learned kids would fill these kinds of things with alcohol.
cafetria in new zealand and something you put your liquids in. yea i have no clue!
I drank out of the canteen as we were hiking over some unknown mountain. It was a very spontaneous trip, we honestly didn’t know where we were heading. It was at least 100 degrees outside though, and when I finished the last few drops of water in the canteen, I began to wonder if this trip was really such a good idea because I hadn’t seen any kind of water source for a few hours.