The hill fell before me like a giant slate. Wind passed over mt forehead and shoulders, reminding me of my new found freedom. Then, slowly my bike began to thump and feel heavy. My tire was punctured, deflating as quickly as my descent. I applied the brakes gently and steadied myself as I came to a halt. A nearly perfect day had just turned sour.
Lisa Heule
since I forgot what this word means I ‘ll just tell you guys my life story. so it begins when…(59 60 ) submit
If you puncture your tire, while driving, it is most likely because you ran over a sharp object. Pull over immediately. Look in the trunk for the spare tire. Make sure the emergency brake is on. Find the jack and read the manual if you have never done this before. You could also flag someone down for help. You can call AMA if you are a member as well.
sv kuzma
Piercing the veil of personality gains access to your inner self a wound that you will never recover from.
Rae
The Tyre went Ppussss and we all went ooHhhhh Nnoooo.
Sowparni
I remember when it happened, like it was yesterday. The fall. The land. The bleeding. The waking up and not knowing where I was. The night of the incident. The next morning. Everything vivid and alive in my memory.
if one is punctured in the heart it is a terrible tragedy. for someone to have that type of power over you is powerful and scary but lovely and intriguing at the same time.
syd
needle, knife, pain, The puncture wound from the scalpel has not yet healed, but time will do you a service. Do not puncture the baloon, you will lose it.
Ashlynn
it has been awhile since the puncture happened but I’ll never forget it. I fell on a needle that had been used by junkies and they threw it away on the playground where I hung out. after my routine on the monkeybars, I fell off and landed right on that stick.
rick
Puncture. Punctured. My heart, punctured with a million sharp knives. Piercing. My wound, spilling memories, thoughts, feelings, helplessness. I’ve been punctured and there’s nothing I can do about it.
she laid under the tree, staring at the puncture wound in her leg. The blood flowed out freely, unhindered even by a turnicit. Her throat burned from shouting for help…
Jessica
I just got on to the metro and am standing waiting for the doors to close. Then someone slides in right as the doors close and i think to myself, ‘Alright!!’ but then he stands too close and punctures my personal bubble.
I was driving this week when my car suddenly got puncured by glass on the road. It was a long day and everything wasn’t how I expected it would be.
romi
Puncture.. a needle going into my body. The blood flowing. The pain releasing. Cries coming from a child in the room across the hall. I wanted to cry but was to embrassed. 24.. no longer a baby. The pain fades and the needle is gone. A glow in the dark bandaide covers the puntured wound. I leave the room and see the small child from across the hall with a sucker.. where’s mine?
margeaux
you pierced my tongue
with your kiss.
it makes me look playful,
happier than i am.
in moments of quiet,
it provides a cool relief;
when unwanted,
it infects itself with pus.
Puncturing a tire is not something that is pretty funny, it’s rather uncomfortable and idiotic, we should have tires that is not inflatable, and do not need any air, like a swamp like substance that could hold a car, that would be godly.
Mahitchima
Puncture is a type of wound. You receive it from something being pressed into your skin, such as a nail, the best way to clean a puncture wound is to sterilize and then wrap.
Miranda
my tyre got smashed!!! why me???? now im stuck in a ditch in Arizona! wait no, im in Portugal! wait what?? am i dreaming?? :s tme up!
Starmix
needles. i hate needles. i remember one time i had to get blood taken because i was sick and they didn’t know what was wrong with me, and i was like “I’M GOING TO FAINT” and they were like “no you aren’t.” and then i fainted.
i showed them.
next time they’ll believe me.
Meg
A puncture is…. I have no idea what that is.
Zachary Williams
My heart was punctured. While the world continued to spin around me I could do nothing but stare. He stood there smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Who did he think he was. With her of all people!
Ella
Once upon a time I got a puncture in my bicycle tyre. It wasn’t the best thing to happen, as I had to ride to Dorchester that day with my friends. But my Dad fixed the puncture after an hour and a half and I got to Dorchester. I was extremely happy that I got to go, as it was a fun day.
Eloise Levien
I was playing with fynn and yossi one day. Rodeo was there too. Bored of playing with legos I suggested that fynn show us his archery. We shots a few arrows. Pretty good for an 8 year old. He shot a hole in the pool
Ella
She’d never experienced a fatal wound of any sort. Yet, when that sword was driven into her side, she knew this wound was unlike any other. It was awful, and it stretched against her organs and plumetted its way into her body- never leaving room for a breath.
Derp
hole paper clothes dress skin wall water sneakers television pool bracket
box
Jeremy Bauman
It has so many different meanings, all seeming negative. Puncture the skin with a needle, watch the bruise form. Puncture the lung, watch your life fade away. Puncture a balloon with something sharp, watch it go away. What is positive about this word? Unfair.
I was there in the chair. I think it was November. 1994 or so. I had been through a couple of bad months and was coming back from assignment in Alaska where the salmon had started to turn on itself. There was a bloodbath of salmon everywhere. Fishermen were going broke. It was cold, but not as cold as it would get.
Needles. All she could think about were those damn needles. The marks up and down her arm, each hole and bruise on her skin a show of who she was before. Never again… right? Make them fade away. Battle scars to forever show.
Juliana
if only i could burst a puncture through the wall, if only i could take all that rage out all that suppressed anger and just with one punch with one volcanic eruption with one breath … its all gone
farah
Boom.
All the air left in one fell swoop.
And all that was left was the casing.
The body that once held the fullness within.
Now sagging and folded in within itself.
Wondering how and when it had ever been full.
Questioning the cause of the puncture.
Knowing it doesn’t really matter now, anyway.
Teresa
sie hielt den atem an und ballte ihre hände zu fäusten. der stich kam wie erwartet von links, der schmerz durchfuhr sie wie, nun ja, eine nadel. sie schrie auf und bekam ohne verzögerung einen schlag auf die rechte wange.
maninkka
I’ve had puncture a lovely hole in my mind to grasp creativity! All’s well that ends well! I think puncture is quite amusing and is much more fear inspiring then the word punch
Wissam Mehanna
opening, a healing, a wound, a nail, a thumbprint and finger, a hole, blood, guts, tetanus and then some, a balloon losing air, and a tire losing air, a car, a lost dream, a ragged violent end to something, abrupt holes, ending quickly, dreams are punctured, a violent word, something used to quickly end something, something that we do not have control over, a surprise
The Bruiser
A puncture is when a hole, sometimes big, sometimes small, appears in your wheel. This can be caused by sharp objects being struck into the wheel. This can happen by accident, or as a malicious act that someone has committed on purpose.
There was a red balloon sitting in the dark empty room. Everyone had left; the party wasn’t as successful as Jeanne had planned. One thing led to another, and suddenly everyone was fighting and arguing with vicious ferocity. And now one lone balloon was left. All the others had been popped and punctured with acrylic fingernails and plastic forks.
natalie
He ran towards him with the broken glass bottle gripped in his hand. He aimed it at his throat, but he dodged the awful punch. Running around like dogs, he tackled him and aimed the glass at his throat, pushing down the glass, the pressure puncturing his skin.
John always punched holes in the notes his teachers gave out, and everything he printed, but his ruler/hole puncher could only handle 3 pages at a time, so it always took a while. It was just one of many ways of procrastinating.
I rode my bike over the rough road. I had to catch up, I didn’t have a choice. I zoomed across many stalks of grass and boulders but one tiny rock was the problem. I punctured my tire. I fell to the ground as I watched her get away. I’d probably never see her again, she was gone.
The hill fell before me like a giant slate. Wind passed over mt forehead and shoulders, reminding me of my new found freedom. Then, slowly my bike began to thump and feel heavy. My tire was punctured, deflating as quickly as my descent. I applied the brakes gently and steadied myself as I came to a halt. A nearly perfect day had just turned sour.
since I forgot what this word means I ‘ll just tell you guys my life story. so it begins when…(59 60 ) submit
If you puncture your tire, while driving, it is most likely because you ran over a sharp object. Pull over immediately. Look in the trunk for the spare tire. Make sure the emergency brake is on. Find the jack and read the manual if you have never done this before. You could also flag someone down for help. You can call AMA if you are a member as well.
Piercing the veil of personality gains access to your inner self a wound that you will never recover from.
The Tyre went Ppussss and we all went ooHhhhh Nnoooo.
I remember when it happened, like it was yesterday. The fall. The land. The bleeding. The waking up and not knowing where I was. The night of the incident. The next morning. Everything vivid and alive in my memory.
if one is punctured in the heart it is a terrible tragedy. for someone to have that type of power over you is powerful and scary but lovely and intriguing at the same time.
needle, knife, pain, The puncture wound from the scalpel has not yet healed, but time will do you a service. Do not puncture the baloon, you will lose it.
it has been awhile since the puncture happened but I’ll never forget it. I fell on a needle that had been used by junkies and they threw it away on the playground where I hung out. after my routine on the monkeybars, I fell off and landed right on that stick.
Puncture. Punctured. My heart, punctured with a million sharp knives. Piercing. My wound, spilling memories, thoughts, feelings, helplessness. I’ve been punctured and there’s nothing I can do about it.
The doctor was badly slurring his words, and she misheard the explanation as a punctual wound–as if all splinters led to nasty infections.
she laid under the tree, staring at the puncture wound in her leg. The blood flowed out freely, unhindered even by a turnicit. Her throat burned from shouting for help…
I just got on to the metro and am standing waiting for the doors to close. Then someone slides in right as the doors close and i think to myself, ‘Alright!!’ but then he stands too close and punctures my personal bubble.
I was driving this week when my car suddenly got puncured by glass on the road. It was a long day and everything wasn’t how I expected it would be.
Puncture.. a needle going into my body. The blood flowing. The pain releasing. Cries coming from a child in the room across the hall. I wanted to cry but was to embrassed. 24.. no longer a baby. The pain fades and the needle is gone. A glow in the dark bandaide covers the puntured wound. I leave the room and see the small child from across the hall with a sucker.. where’s mine?
you pierced my tongue
with your kiss.
it makes me look playful,
happier than i am.
in moments of quiet,
it provides a cool relief;
when unwanted,
it infects itself with pus.
some holes close up
but never heal.
i still taste you in my mouth
every day.
He punctured a hole on the balloon. It flew up, up, and up into the air. He heard the cry of the owner of the balloon.
“My mama gave me that! She’s not gonna wake up anymore! Give it back!” the boy cried.
He just looked at the boy and knew how he felt so he punctured the balloon to let the boy know it’s time to let go.
Puncturing a tire is not something that is pretty funny, it’s rather uncomfortable and idiotic, we should have tires that is not inflatable, and do not need any air, like a swamp like substance that could hold a car, that would be godly.
Puncture is a type of wound. You receive it from something being pressed into your skin, such as a nail, the best way to clean a puncture wound is to sterilize and then wrap.
my tyre got smashed!!! why me???? now im stuck in a ditch in Arizona! wait no, im in Portugal! wait what?? am i dreaming?? :s tme up!
needles. i hate needles. i remember one time i had to get blood taken because i was sick and they didn’t know what was wrong with me, and i was like “I’M GOING TO FAINT” and they were like “no you aren’t.” and then i fainted.
i showed them.
next time they’ll believe me.
A puncture is…. I have no idea what that is.
My heart was punctured. While the world continued to spin around me I could do nothing but stare. He stood there smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Who did he think he was. With her of all people!
Once upon a time I got a puncture in my bicycle tyre. It wasn’t the best thing to happen, as I had to ride to Dorchester that day with my friends. But my Dad fixed the puncture after an hour and a half and I got to Dorchester. I was extremely happy that I got to go, as it was a fun day.
I was playing with fynn and yossi one day. Rodeo was there too. Bored of playing with legos I suggested that fynn show us his archery. We shots a few arrows. Pretty good for an 8 year old. He shot a hole in the pool
She’d never experienced a fatal wound of any sort. Yet, when that sword was driven into her side, she knew this wound was unlike any other. It was awful, and it stretched against her organs and plumetted its way into her body- never leaving room for a breath.
hole paper clothes dress skin wall water sneakers television pool bracket
box
It has so many different meanings, all seeming negative. Puncture the skin with a needle, watch the bruise form. Puncture the lung, watch your life fade away. Puncture a balloon with something sharp, watch it go away. What is positive about this word? Unfair.
I was there in the chair. I think it was November. 1994 or so. I had been through a couple of bad months and was coming back from assignment in Alaska where the salmon had started to turn on itself. There was a bloodbath of salmon everywhere. Fishermen were going broke. It was cold, but not as cold as it would get.
Needles. All she could think about were those damn needles. The marks up and down her arm, each hole and bruise on her skin a show of who she was before. Never again… right? Make them fade away. Battle scars to forever show.
if only i could burst a puncture through the wall, if only i could take all that rage out all that suppressed anger and just with one punch with one volcanic eruption with one breath … its all gone
Boom.
All the air left in one fell swoop.
And all that was left was the casing.
The body that once held the fullness within.
Now sagging and folded in within itself.
Wondering how and when it had ever been full.
Questioning the cause of the puncture.
Knowing it doesn’t really matter now, anyway.
sie hielt den atem an und ballte ihre hände zu fäusten. der stich kam wie erwartet von links, der schmerz durchfuhr sie wie, nun ja, eine nadel. sie schrie auf und bekam ohne verzögerung einen schlag auf die rechte wange.
I’ve had puncture a lovely hole in my mind to grasp creativity! All’s well that ends well! I think puncture is quite amusing and is much more fear inspiring then the word punch
opening, a healing, a wound, a nail, a thumbprint and finger, a hole, blood, guts, tetanus and then some, a balloon losing air, and a tire losing air, a car, a lost dream, a ragged violent end to something, abrupt holes, ending quickly, dreams are punctured, a violent word, something used to quickly end something, something that we do not have control over, a surprise
A puncture is when a hole, sometimes big, sometimes small, appears in your wheel. This can be caused by sharp objects being struck into the wheel. This can happen by accident, or as a malicious act that someone has committed on purpose.
There was a red balloon sitting in the dark empty room. Everyone had left; the party wasn’t as successful as Jeanne had planned. One thing led to another, and suddenly everyone was fighting and arguing with vicious ferocity. And now one lone balloon was left. All the others had been popped and punctured with acrylic fingernails and plastic forks.
He ran towards him with the broken glass bottle gripped in his hand. He aimed it at his throat, but he dodged the awful punch. Running around like dogs, he tackled him and aimed the glass at his throat, pushing down the glass, the pressure puncturing his skin.
John always punched holes in the notes his teachers gave out, and everything he printed, but his ruler/hole puncher could only handle 3 pages at a time, so it always took a while. It was just one of many ways of procrastinating.
I rode my bike over the rough road. I had to catch up, I didn’t have a choice. I zoomed across many stalks of grass and boulders but one tiny rock was the problem. I punctured my tire. I fell to the ground as I watched her get away. I’d probably never see her again, she was gone.