duct

June 18th, 2014 | 98 Entries

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98 Entries for “duct”

  1. Fluid motion. Air. Water. And the limitations they must either conform to or adhere to or change completely. Gas, liquid, solid then back again as it recycles indignantly. Particulates distilled or accumulated in the way it goes and goes, but is it never ending? That is the question. Damn contemplations on the heat death of the universe. What was the word again? Oh, yeah. Duct.

    Conversely, there is the game of “duct, duct, loose!”

  2. Rusted, rotting, and smelled a mixture of stale petrichor and death; the hole into the subterranean nothingness beneath the stadium was a welcome change from the chaos from above.

    davydoright
  3. Ein Licht am Ende des Tunnels.
    Verlier es niemals aus den Augen.
    Verlier niemals den Glauben daran.
    Verlier niemals die Gewissheit.
    Es ist da!
    Ist es auch weit entfernt-
    Irgendwo in weiter ferne-
    ein Licht am Ende des Tunnels.

    Anuri
  4. There it was again. A faint whispering cry, coming from the air duct: “Help me.” Only problem – the air duct is just four inches wide.

  5. Every spring dad set about cleaning the ducts. A grade A do it yourself aficionado, dad would never concede to calling in a professional, ‘They’re all bloody fiddlers!’ he’d bellow when mum meekly suggested that perhaps this year they call in a firm to clean. ‘No!’ was always the answer, and come Saturday morning, as he did every year, dad stripped down to his worst Y-fronts, knowing he was about to do some sort of extreme sweating over the next 24 hours, taped up all the vents in the house with packing tape and plastic grocery bags, inserted the much boasted about built in vacu-flow system into them and then proceeded to sweat as he erupted with a glorious quantity of ‘damns’ ‘blasts’ and ‘buggers’ for one entire weekend.

    Erica
  6. Shoulders pinned against the silver walls, as she inched her way slowly through the collapsing air duct, she gasped for breath.
    Her lungs ran out of air, as the sides pushed against her rib cage, and her cries came out as a whisper drowned in the scream of metal.

    Julie
  7. it flowed very adeptly a right up into our house. before we knew it, the gas had knocked us silly. luckily, brenda had the quickness of mind to throw a chair through the window before we passed out.

    Lee
  8. I was stuck in a duct and I thought I was f*ct. A pretty dame rescued me and I shared her apple with her.

    Joe
  9. tape, hold, bind, rip, carry water, security, temporary solutions, fixing a boat in the hot summer of 2010, pulling out of a regatta

    Imogen
  10. The lad plays make-believe in a world of rusted pipes and dirty fluids. A kingdom of duct canals and happy moment hide the empty stomach and shoeless feet.

  11. This dark empty room and the menacing silence, it needled her. He was gone and with him hope. There was no more family. No one but her, and she was but a shadow engulfed in pain. Her willowy frame felt the welling of tears, but as she stared at his memory her ducts refused to release a single one.

  12. i need some duct tape to fix myself. they say: “if you can’t fix it with duct tape or vodka, it is not worth fixing.” so, if i were not worth fixing, what then?

    jimbo
  13. duct is the shaft which is connected with a ventilator machine, in which air flows through. It is usually plastic and has some curves and edges in it.

    Randa
  14. duct fucked
    bucked and sucked

    chance is luck, abrupt
    erupt corrupt and stuck
    one.

  15. duct
    like the ones you crawl through
    like the feelings you can’t see through
    through the bearings
    through the wheels
    duct
    like the tape that I wrapped around your heart
    like the litotes you forgot
    ducking duct fucking fuck.

  16. I don’t know what this word means. It kinda of sounds like duck and so perhaps I’ll write about a duck. But I think what’s funny is people see and hear what they want. Even these posts sometimes are twisted into what the writer needs to write. It’s a beautiful thing

    mr marshall
  17. the duct tape was wrapped around her mouth, the sweat dripping from her pours, the cold night air on her back, she knew what was coming, yet she was not prepared for it in anyway. Why she choose to meet a complete stranger out in the woods,, she has no idea, but it had seemed like a good idea a few hours ago.

    paula
  18. “Okay, so they’re always sneaking around in ventilation ducts on TV, right? Well, turns out that doesn’t work in real life. I’m not going to be in to work tomorrow, or probably the rest of the week. Also I wrecked the couch. Sorry.” *click*