porter is a beer. i think. i guess it could also mean someone who works with boats on the port of somewhere. who knows maybe it has another meaning that i am just unaware of… porter.
Imhotep
The bells and whistles clanked and called. He felt his heart thudding to death like a bat trapped in a box. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, possibly reflecting Rebecca’s paled face as they neared the door where the porter stood and boomed his voice. “ALL ABOARD.” It took a lot of will power to not recoil at the sound, to not grab her hand and turn around.
teevee
Let me in. I beg you, let me into you. I shake your shoulders like one would shake the majestic wings of a gate, but you won’t give in. I tried to bribe you, tried to seduce you, but your soul stays closed, the port into you stays closed forever.
I just heard the song today. The song that gets stuck in my head with it’s train-like rhythm. It’s “Hey, Porter!” by the great Johnny Cash. It reminds me of the sway of the railroad car as it heads towards the station stop.
A porter opened the door to the congressmen. Last steps before the shots. Bam Bam Bam. Nothing more, only three quick and deathly shots. The porter closed the door, as the sirens sounded and everyone screamed in fear.
ale
Ms. Porter was my middle school drama teacher. She once told me that for a role I’d need to stuff my shirt to play a more developed woman. In front of the whole class. As if I wasn’t self conscious enough…Thank you very much Ms. Porter.
Hannah
the porter grabbed the heaviest bag first, making it look easy. I knew better. Carrying the bag to the station platform was an ordeal and the porter was a welcome site.
Robin
“No, ma’am, it’s PETER.” He wasn’t surprised though–after all, she was hard of hearing, and listened to the cast recording of “Anything Goes” at least twice a day.
the porter takes my baggage, such a heavy load
a lot of secrets and lies are weighing him down
they are weighing down you, the porter
you, carrying my secrets in your hands
keeping them safe
carrying them away from here
He was a porter at the most luxurious hotel in town. He spent the majority of his days in an overly starched suit with a poorly fitting collar, lugging the luggage of the rich and affluent. He was an unassuming man with clever eyes and an easy smile.
He didn’t look up when i approached the gate, his eyes were still fixed on the screen in front of him and i imagined, that he was watching one of those reality shows. One of those, which everyone tells you is a shame for the country, but still, the porter seems to be very into it.
He was a porter at the most luxurious hotel in town. He spent most of his days in an over starched uniform with a poorly fitting collar and a funny little cap, lugging the luggage of the affluent. He was an unassuming man with clever eyes and an easy smile.
Felisa
“Porter’s good, isn’t it?”
My son had just sipped his very first beer, of course wrinkling his nose as the rich flavors attacked him. Perhaps I had started him off on too heavy of a drink, but light ales were for sissy.
“It’s kind of strong,” he said.
“Eight percent alcohol,” I explained. “You planning on trying Guinness in Ireland?”
My son smiled. “It wouldn’t be Ireland without Guinness, would it, Dad?”
Belinda Roddie
a porter walked through the dark night making his way down the busy streets of spain.
in his arms was a parcel he was unable to tell anyone what it was, but he walked to down to where he was told to go. He reached the wooden door he knew it was the right place but dreaded opening it. he knocked.
jorge l
Where would you like your bags taken miss?
Up to my room please sir.
Right away, miss.
Oh but please, don’t unpack them. There are things in them I would not like others to see.
Yes.
beetle
I guess there are porters at the airport and at train stations
but be careful who you give your bag to because they could
be fake porters.
Porter is an old word for another time and place like
on the Orient Express–romantic and exotic.
Robin
The porter left the hall expecting to see the lady in black who was getting out of the luxurious car parked outside.
alicia
Call the porter. My luggage is heavy and I’m extremely tired.
alicia
I took a sip of the porter and immediately noticed the bitterness. I doled out some cash and thanked the bartender as I moved towards a table. I had flown all the way from Washington to London, and the first experience I had was a bitter one.
Sean
Zach Porter, lead singer in the band Allstar Weekend! I love him! :) He’s funny and really attractive and just asldjfaf :)
Marianna Mata
She wanted to take his hand when she enfolded the tip into his hand. She had never regarded porter before but he had smiled as he took her bags and had asked her if she was alone and she had ventured the truth for once..that she was…
the porter walked from the room and into the dining hall, unaware that the lady he had just left was moments from death. he kept walking, sure of his certain demise, and passed through the kitchen, into the cellar, where he grabbed an apple and began to chew it
Abigail
port. It’s near the sea. Porters can be interesting characters. They’re funny, they’re sad, unlike sea ports, which are just moody. I guess porters can be equally as moody.
Tina
hey porter, hey porter. that’s all i remember from the lyrics. Johnny Cash. who else? i do not really know what a porter is because the only times ive heard that word used is in the song. other than that, that is all i have to say about said porter.
tiffany
The porter carried the bags up the stairs of the rather old hotel. The mysterious woman followed behind swathed in fur and reminiscent of a time long gone by. Her deep red lips a stark contrast to her pallor and dark brown hair.
Aesa
the porter was so kind and gracious as he helped me enter the car, it was the last time i would see this old house again, and it was my home but this is going to be a new adventure, in my new life.
bailey
He never really enjoyed his job as porter. He always carried around the heavy bags of the rich who could never quite stuff enough into their already large luggage, but it was the only job he could get. But someday, he dreamed, he would be the one who stuffed those bags full. Someday, he’d be the one handing the bags to some other porter who had once been like him. At least he’d tip the poor guy properly.
I don’t know why I’m writing about porter but now that I think about it it sounds like a pretty good name I had to do this exercise once in my english class and I hated that class it was in high school first hour which sucked and I always got in trouble for being late and I got lots of detentions but then that reminds me of when I went to school drunk and got suspended I hated that
Noah Hendry
So i was suppose to meet the kid on Venus, he was a porter for a bar at the edge of planet where all the lowlifes smoking hydrogen and teenage runaways hung around, seeing that the place itself wasn’t much of place but a piece of trash the wind carried.
The kitchen porter swears quietly to himself as he unloads the dishwasher and throws in another tray of dirty plates, cups and cutlery. He starts it and breathes, but then turns his head, and his heart drops as he realises just how much left he has to do.
Der Teleporter stand in der linken hinteren Ecke. Er war etwas eingestaubt, denn es war niemand mehr da, der hätte saubermachen können und die letzten Menschen waren jetzt schon seit einem Monat fort.
A porter sits on the dock, awaiting the next load. His thoughts are simple…you never know what you’re going to get. But that’s just how life is. You wait and hope for the best.
Shelby
I’m not sure what a porter is, but I think its something to do with a butler??? Like, they carry your stuff. I’m not too sure….. I know what a REporter is, but doesn’t everybody? I guess I’m just rambling! Crap I’m out of time. Bye!!!!!!!!
the porter had always been someone nice. he always had a smile and a hello for everyone, even in rainy days or when he was clearly annoyed with the amount of bags of shopping we we asking help with. who would have thought he had started an illegal business in our spare garage, keeping stolen cars.
person who helps carrying luggage . airport , car , trains , airplanes , transportation , helpers , costumes , red , money , job , portals , harry potter , transfers things from one place to another .
arushi chand
teleporter
tardis
DOCTOR WHO
OMG I LOVE THAT SHOW
I wish I was a teleporter
then I could have teleported to a Super Junior concert whenever I wanted
or into a bank
Or into a movie
the small man at the corner of the hotel lobby, waiting patiently to carry bags, to drown rats, to shine shoes, to make something small a responsibility– to make it iomportant
Working in a Hotel totting around the luggage of the guests was the most down right disgusting job that I had ever faced. I disproved the Einstein theory of relativity, but here I was…What is wrong with the world?
The sandwich is pretty good. A little too greasy for my tastes, but it’s philly, and everything is slipped between two slices of bread and gnoshed on here. Even a whole 16 Oz steak.
That was him. On his bagde, that’s what it said. Beautiful how easy it was to disappear behind a label.
porter is a beer. i think. i guess it could also mean someone who works with boats on the port of somewhere. who knows maybe it has another meaning that i am just unaware of… porter.
The bells and whistles clanked and called. He felt his heart thudding to death like a bat trapped in a box. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, possibly reflecting Rebecca’s paled face as they neared the door where the porter stood and boomed his voice. “ALL ABOARD.” It took a lot of will power to not recoil at the sound, to not grab her hand and turn around.
Let me in. I beg you, let me into you. I shake your shoulders like one would shake the majestic wings of a gate, but you won’t give in. I tried to bribe you, tried to seduce you, but your soul stays closed, the port into you stays closed forever.
I just heard the song today. The song that gets stuck in my head with it’s train-like rhythm. It’s “Hey, Porter!” by the great Johnny Cash. It reminds me of the sway of the railroad car as it heads towards the station stop.
A porter opened the door to the congressmen. Last steps before the shots. Bam Bam Bam. Nothing more, only three quick and deathly shots. The porter closed the door, as the sirens sounded and everyone screamed in fear.
Ms. Porter was my middle school drama teacher. She once told me that for a role I’d need to stuff my shirt to play a more developed woman. In front of the whole class. As if I wasn’t self conscious enough…Thank you very much Ms. Porter.
the porter grabbed the heaviest bag first, making it look easy. I knew better. Carrying the bag to the station platform was an ordeal and the porter was a welcome site.
“No, ma’am, it’s PETER.” He wasn’t surprised though–after all, she was hard of hearing, and listened to the cast recording of “Anything Goes” at least twice a day.
the porter takes my baggage, such a heavy load
a lot of secrets and lies are weighing him down
they are weighing down you, the porter
you, carrying my secrets in your hands
keeping them safe
carrying them away from here
He was a porter at the most luxurious hotel in town. He spent the majority of his days in an overly starched suit with a poorly fitting collar, lugging the luggage of the rich and affluent. He was an unassuming man with clever eyes and an easy smile.
He didn’t look up when i approached the gate, his eyes were still fixed on the screen in front of him and i imagined, that he was watching one of those reality shows. One of those, which everyone tells you is a shame for the country, but still, the porter seems to be very into it.
He was a porter at the most luxurious hotel in town. He spent most of his days in an over starched uniform with a poorly fitting collar and a funny little cap, lugging the luggage of the affluent. He was an unassuming man with clever eyes and an easy smile.
“Porter’s good, isn’t it?”
My son had just sipped his very first beer, of course wrinkling his nose as the rich flavors attacked him. Perhaps I had started him off on too heavy of a drink, but light ales were for sissy.
“It’s kind of strong,” he said.
“Eight percent alcohol,” I explained. “You planning on trying Guinness in Ireland?”
My son smiled. “It wouldn’t be Ireland without Guinness, would it, Dad?”
a porter walked through the dark night making his way down the busy streets of spain.
in his arms was a parcel he was unable to tell anyone what it was, but he walked to down to where he was told to go. He reached the wooden door he knew it was the right place but dreaded opening it. he knocked.
Where would you like your bags taken miss?
Up to my room please sir.
Right away, miss.
Oh but please, don’t unpack them. There are things in them I would not like others to see.
Yes.
I guess there are porters at the airport and at train stations
but be careful who you give your bag to because they could
be fake porters.
Porter is an old word for another time and place like
on the Orient Express–romantic and exotic.
The porter left the hall expecting to see the lady in black who was getting out of the luxurious car parked outside.
Call the porter. My luggage is heavy and I’m extremely tired.
I took a sip of the porter and immediately noticed the bitterness. I doled out some cash and thanked the bartender as I moved towards a table. I had flown all the way from Washington to London, and the first experience I had was a bitter one.
Zach Porter, lead singer in the band Allstar Weekend! I love him! :) He’s funny and really attractive and just asldjfaf :)
She wanted to take his hand when she enfolded the tip into his hand. She had never regarded porter before but he had smiled as he took her bags and had asked her if she was alone and she had ventured the truth for once..that she was…
the porter walked from the room and into the dining hall, unaware that the lady he had just left was moments from death. he kept walking, sure of his certain demise, and passed through the kitchen, into the cellar, where he grabbed an apple and began to chew it
port. It’s near the sea. Porters can be interesting characters. They’re funny, they’re sad, unlike sea ports, which are just moody. I guess porters can be equally as moody.
hey porter, hey porter. that’s all i remember from the lyrics. Johnny Cash. who else? i do not really know what a porter is because the only times ive heard that word used is in the song. other than that, that is all i have to say about said porter.
The porter carried the bags up the stairs of the rather old hotel. The mysterious woman followed behind swathed in fur and reminiscent of a time long gone by. Her deep red lips a stark contrast to her pallor and dark brown hair.
the porter was so kind and gracious as he helped me enter the car, it was the last time i would see this old house again, and it was my home but this is going to be a new adventure, in my new life.
He never really enjoyed his job as porter. He always carried around the heavy bags of the rich who could never quite stuff enough into their already large luggage, but it was the only job he could get. But someday, he dreamed, he would be the one who stuffed those bags full. Someday, he’d be the one handing the bags to some other porter who had once been like him. At least he’d tip the poor guy properly.
I don’t know why I’m writing about porter but now that I think about it it sounds like a pretty good name I had to do this exercise once in my english class and I hated that class it was in high school first hour which sucked and I always got in trouble for being late and I got lots of detentions but then that reminds me of when I went to school drunk and got suspended I hated that
So i was suppose to meet the kid on Venus, he was a porter for a bar at the edge of planet where all the lowlifes smoking hydrogen and teenage runaways hung around, seeing that the place itself wasn’t much of place but a piece of trash the wind carried.
“Hurry up in there!”
The kitchen porter swears quietly to himself as he unloads the dishwasher and throws in another tray of dirty plates, cups and cutlery. He starts it and breathes, but then turns his head, and his heart drops as he realises just how much left he has to do.
Der Teleporter stand in der linken hinteren Ecke. Er war etwas eingestaubt, denn es war niemand mehr da, der hätte saubermachen können und die letzten Menschen waren jetzt schon seit einem Monat fort.
A porter sits on the dock, awaiting the next load. His thoughts are simple…you never know what you’re going to get. But that’s just how life is. You wait and hope for the best.
I’m not sure what a porter is, but I think its something to do with a butler??? Like, they carry your stuff. I’m not too sure….. I know what a REporter is, but doesn’t everybody? I guess I’m just rambling! Crap I’m out of time. Bye!!!!!!!!
the porter had always been someone nice. he always had a smile and a hello for everyone, even in rainy days or when he was clearly annoyed with the amount of bags of shopping we we asking help with. who would have thought he had started an illegal business in our spare garage, keeping stolen cars.
person who helps carrying luggage . airport , car , trains , airplanes , transportation , helpers , costumes , red , money , job , portals , harry potter , transfers things from one place to another .
teleporter
tardis
DOCTOR WHO
OMG I LOVE THAT SHOW
I wish I was a teleporter
then I could have teleported to a Super Junior concert whenever I wanted
or into a bank
Or into a movie
I could do anything
I could go to Romania!
the small man at the corner of the hotel lobby, waiting patiently to carry bags, to drown rats, to shine shoes, to make something small a responsibility– to make it iomportant
Working in a Hotel totting around the luggage of the guests was the most down right disgusting job that I had ever faced. I disproved the Einstein theory of relativity, but here I was…What is wrong with the world?
Porter, like a porter house steak?
Yeah man? What, were you thinking teleporter?
Maybe?
Such a nerd…
The sandwich is pretty good. A little too greasy for my tastes, but it’s philly, and everything is slipped between two slices of bread and gnoshed on here. Even a whole 16 Oz steak.