people live in trailers. my husband wants one and borrows them. moose hunting trailer with seats that fold up to hold four-wheelers during transit and maybe bring back a Moose, if they can ever get one that is. LOL.
trash. the used condoms, broken china, and crumpled pieces of paper of society. the only thing that could tell of a society genuinely.
kris
the story of an adventure that began when a man thought all the adventures were over, a recall to life as Docteur Manette would have it, an adventure with a very big prize, protecting a treasure for those to come, an adventure in a place that looked like it precluded excitement and endeavour and achievement, that presented itself one day when he had felt himself almost imprisoned by circumstance and that all the joys left were internal and small….don’t miss it
geraldine
Where the better of the crack smoking population of middle America live…
A wonderful place to live for everyday can be in a different place…
Live a traveling band of gypsy, making your way from destitution to the next….
God Damn those Pikies are a mad bunch….
“Okay,” he said “sure…” and cracked the needle inside her vein. She felt a cold numbness, a painful, heavy sensation through her flesh, a feeling of death.
A trailer in which I live
A trailer which be
A trailer for my life
A trailer from whence I came
The trailer to all above
The trailer from the nameless fear
The trailer is ever so dear
So home to me
And to all around
This from whence we came
Stevan
hmmm, i hate my grandmothers trailer so much, it smells so bad of cigarettte smoke its like living in an ashtray. just being there just makes me sick to my stomache
amber
Tommy ripped the magazine from her hand, violently tearing her photograph from the page. Balling it up angrily in his hand, he flung it into Susan’s tear-streaked face.
‘It don’t matter what kind of fancy clothes they put on your back, you’ll ALWAYS be just a bit of trailer park trash!’ he spat.
alison cross
Spitting stones from the dried dusty road.
Throwing them high in anguish.
Always second never first, the way its always been.
Following the lights, red with a break, never the lead or the focus.
Dragging down speed and hyping up anger.
An outcome never an aim.
The life of a rusty old trailer.
My first real home was in trailer, the first home my mom owned after me and my mom moved into our own place following her divorce from my “father.” I have so many childhood memories from here, it’s ridiculous. I made friends I thought I’d have forever, and I had my first kiss..
Chelsea
Excitement fills every cell of every tissue creating my personage; with my fingers gripping the perspiring cup a rush fills me like no other when the music swells and explosions play in the background of moving text and images. “This is gonna be sweet…”
she remembered the trailer where she met the girl with long eyelashes. It looked like she applied her makeup in the dark, but damn, she was beautiful. She didn’t belong there. She belonged in the streets of Paris or Milan or anywhere else but there, next to her
she’s from the trailer park that’s why. i whispered loudly into a friend’s ear, loud enough for the mousy haired girl right in front to hear it and just right so the teacher lecturing at the front of the class wouldn’t catch wind of our gossip. suddenly I could see the board much clearer. the mousy hair sunk down.
trailer parks are awesome. not really, not at all actually. they’re just for white trash americans that thinks america is amazing. and beer. lots of it. and tank tops with camo shorts. and white women who are old and have big boobs and bleach blonde hair. and hairy dogs. and lawn tables and lawn chairs and tents. fake grass? what is that used for anyway? and fake flowers too.
jared
I parked the bogey by the fence to stop the cattle from the hayfiled – it sat there all summer – fencing tools inside – gathering a wee bit moss and rust – in the meantime several mice had nested there and a wren had adopted one of the mudguards – ecobogey -a new planet had been born
Go get the trailer, dude. I’m ready to hit the road again. Do you need to take a piss? he spat. On the ground, too, with tobacco.
Kira Mason
im working hard right now so one day my life can be a movie
working so hard i cannot be a failure the work im putting in now you can call it the trailer
Can’t you see me? She said.
I’m behind the trailer.
No, he replied.
It’s too dark. I can’t see a thing.
They both stood under the night sky wondering who would touch who in the following hours.
Adrienne
trailers are for horses. you put them in trailers to take them places, wild adventures. Trailers are also for rednecks and hillbillies, who seem to prefer said trailers to actual houses, which perhaps speaks to the mobility of their lifestyles, minus the fact that they never move….
Hanna
Trailers are weird…all I think about is some horror film…and this creepy mummy guy is gonna shake the trailer i’m in…i’m gonna be like “OH CRAP” and then the film will end. Trailers are not smart to own….cause you will get killed by a mummy. simple as that. Done..
Claire
She lived in a trailer park, and people said it like it was gross, like it was something to spit out of your mouth real fast and not hold on to in your mouth because she was something ungood, living there. She was pretty and had a great way of laughing until her jeans started getting tighter because the boys started seeing her and she had a funny way of looking at you like batting her eyelashes and saying she wanted to look at you all day with those dark blue eyes.
one time i saw a trailer for the movie 127 hours. i never thought about seeing that movie or even being interested in it; i only watched the trailer. little did I know that the trailer led me to the movie, which led me to meeting james franco. oh how i love you, beautiful man. just kidding, no creeper. sort of.
Anonymous Mouse
she lived in a trailer in the city streets. in the morning she would wake up and look outside. it was like wilderness, but it was not wilderness. it was people walking past her in the street, but it was people that didn’t see her, wouldn’t see her, looked right past her. like she didn’t exist. they didn’t see her. they looked right past her and their eyes were dull, empty as glass marbles.
When I was young and read Enid Blyton books, I always wanted a trailer. I would imagine mine done up really fancy though, and my family and I would wander about different countries, spending our lives travelling, almost like the Wild Thornberries.
Kimsuka
The trailer was packed to the brim, the ropes were checked, there was fuel in the tank. The maps were in the side pocket. This adventure was about to begin. Freedom! At last! Mellie simply couldn’t wait!
I love watching trailers to new movies. I have always been thankful that I was not raised in a trailer park. But I feel guilty saying that.
Rachel
i want to be in one. I want to be in a trailer in a trailer, an adventure on the go is what I really want. I can’t run from my giants but I can sure as hell drive fast enough to hold them off for a while before they track me down.
I like movie trailers. I enjoy movie trailers. Well, I liked them when I was younger. There is something to appreciate about the art of editing trailers. But now, I usually try to avoid them. Usually the spoil too much. I would rather watch a movie by itself and be surprised as I was intended to be by certain scenes before getting them ruined by its trailer.
Beau V. Thompson
the girls danced around the trailer in the rain, waiting for the tornado to come up and challenge them. it whipped around in circles, disrupting them and lifting them from the ground like ragdolls in flight.
Aysia
there is a trailer in the back lot of the school. Everyone says the principle lives in it but I don’t think that’s true. It would be cool, but it doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone want to live at school. Even teachers have lives… right?
Jessica Hatcher
My uncle used to live in a trailer park. About as stereotypical as you’d expect – cheap beer, wifebeaters (though to my knowledge he did not actually beat his wife), a dog. I miss that dog.
Astrid
It was hard growing up without a “house”, but I guess in the end I turned out just like everybody else. You’d think I’d learn some sort of lower-class values or some shit but no, I think I’m just as much of a piece of shit as the next teenager.
Jack
I have a trailer full of baggae to pull behind me, and I don’t expect you to carry any of it. Truth is, even if you wanted to I would have to say no. Knights in shining armor were never my strong suit.
There was a trashman that went to every trailer to let out all the trash but every trailer was already full of such trash the trashman could not fit it all so he made a new trailer and call it transformers 4.
Grimm
A trailer, following along behind the truck, is a constant reminder of the things deemed unworthy or too cumbersome to be carried in the actual vehicle. It reminds us now and then by swerving into view in one of the rear view mirrors, and shows us what we’ve tried to put behind us but are still dragging along.
Tkot
I was born in a trailer park. A child with class in a sea of those without. I yearned for the days where the stigma wouldn’t be attached, where I could invite my friends over for dinner without being embarrassed.
Kristin Stoller
She pushed herself up from the wet grass and looked around. The clouds were parting and soon she’d be cooped up in that trailer again. All day. All night. Never a break, unless there was in-climate weather. Unfortunate soul being allergic to sunlight. The UV rays even hurt her, but there was nothing she could do to cure herself.
Rachel
the coopers live in a trailer and my gramma’s river “house” is a trailer. Movie trailers. I really want to see African Cats with Mitch.. But I suppose I’ll have to see it with Rob. Do I like Rob? I think I’ve fooled myself because we’re so much alike. I want to like Mitch. I think I do but I’m not sure. I’m tired and want to go to space.
Rachel
The movie seemed good enough. Interesting trama. The other actors were good too.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, though. She’d been wonderful. Maybe someday he’ll be able to tell her that to her face. If they ever meet again.
people live in trailers. my husband wants one and borrows them. moose hunting trailer with seats that fold up to hold four-wheelers during transit and maybe bring back a Moose, if they can ever get one that is. LOL.
trash. the used condoms, broken china, and crumpled pieces of paper of society. the only thing that could tell of a society genuinely.
the story of an adventure that began when a man thought all the adventures were over, a recall to life as Docteur Manette would have it, an adventure with a very big prize, protecting a treasure for those to come, an adventure in a place that looked like it precluded excitement and endeavour and achievement, that presented itself one day when he had felt himself almost imprisoned by circumstance and that all the joys left were internal and small….don’t miss it
Where the better of the crack smoking population of middle America live…
A wonderful place to live for everyday can be in a different place…
Live a traveling band of gypsy, making your way from destitution to the next….
God Damn those Pikies are a mad bunch….
“Okay,” he said “sure…” and cracked the needle inside her vein. She felt a cold numbness, a painful, heavy sensation through her flesh, a feeling of death.
A trailer in which I live
A trailer which be
A trailer for my life
A trailer from whence I came
The trailer to all above
The trailer from the nameless fear
The trailer is ever so dear
So home to me
And to all around
This from whence we came
hmmm, i hate my grandmothers trailer so much, it smells so bad of cigarettte smoke its like living in an ashtray. just being there just makes me sick to my stomache
Tommy ripped the magazine from her hand, violently tearing her photograph from the page. Balling it up angrily in his hand, he flung it into Susan’s tear-streaked face.
‘It don’t matter what kind of fancy clothes they put on your back, you’ll ALWAYS be just a bit of trailer park trash!’ he spat.
Spitting stones from the dried dusty road.
Throwing them high in anguish.
Always second never first, the way its always been.
Following the lights, red with a break, never the lead or the focus.
Dragging down speed and hyping up anger.
An outcome never an aim.
The life of a rusty old trailer.
My first real home was in trailer, the first home my mom owned after me and my mom moved into our own place following her divorce from my “father.” I have so many childhood memories from here, it’s ridiculous. I made friends I thought I’d have forever, and I had my first kiss..
Excitement fills every cell of every tissue creating my personage; with my fingers gripping the perspiring cup a rush fills me like no other when the music swells and explosions play in the background of moving text and images. “This is gonna be sweet…”
she remembered the trailer where she met the girl with long eyelashes. It looked like she applied her makeup in the dark, but damn, she was beautiful. She didn’t belong there. She belonged in the streets of Paris or Milan or anywhere else but there, next to her
she’s from the trailer park that’s why. i whispered loudly into a friend’s ear, loud enough for the mousy haired girl right in front to hear it and just right so the teacher lecturing at the front of the class wouldn’t catch wind of our gossip. suddenly I could see the board much clearer. the mousy hair sunk down.
Long ago abandoned, the trailer sank into the muddy earth it rested on. It’s unkempt exterior displayed all the usual signs of loneliness.
trailer parks are awesome. not really, not at all actually. they’re just for white trash americans that thinks america is amazing. and beer. lots of it. and tank tops with camo shorts. and white women who are old and have big boobs and bleach blonde hair. and hairy dogs. and lawn tables and lawn chairs and tents. fake grass? what is that used for anyway? and fake flowers too.
I parked the bogey by the fence to stop the cattle from the hayfiled – it sat there all summer – fencing tools inside – gathering a wee bit moss and rust – in the meantime several mice had nested there and a wren had adopted one of the mudguards – ecobogey -a new planet had been born
Go get the trailer, dude. I’m ready to hit the road again. Do you need to take a piss? he spat. On the ground, too, with tobacco.
im working hard right now so one day my life can be a movie
working so hard i cannot be a failure the work im putting in now you can call it the trailer
Can’t you see me? She said.
I’m behind the trailer.
No, he replied.
It’s too dark. I can’t see a thing.
They both stood under the night sky wondering who would touch who in the following hours.
trailers are for horses. you put them in trailers to take them places, wild adventures. Trailers are also for rednecks and hillbillies, who seem to prefer said trailers to actual houses, which perhaps speaks to the mobility of their lifestyles, minus the fact that they never move….
Trailers are weird…all I think about is some horror film…and this creepy mummy guy is gonna shake the trailer i’m in…i’m gonna be like “OH CRAP” and then the film will end. Trailers are not smart to own….cause you will get killed by a mummy. simple as that. Done..
She lived in a trailer park, and people said it like it was gross, like it was something to spit out of your mouth real fast and not hold on to in your mouth because she was something ungood, living there. She was pretty and had a great way of laughing until her jeans started getting tighter because the boys started seeing her and she had a funny way of looking at you like batting her eyelashes and saying she wanted to look at you all day with those dark blue eyes.
one time i saw a trailer for the movie 127 hours. i never thought about seeing that movie or even being interested in it; i only watched the trailer. little did I know that the trailer led me to the movie, which led me to meeting james franco. oh how i love you, beautiful man. just kidding, no creeper. sort of.
she lived in a trailer in the city streets. in the morning she would wake up and look outside. it was like wilderness, but it was not wilderness. it was people walking past her in the street, but it was people that didn’t see her, wouldn’t see her, looked right past her. like she didn’t exist. they didn’t see her. they looked right past her and their eyes were dull, empty as glass marbles.
they didn’t see her because she had no home.
When I was young and read Enid Blyton books, I always wanted a trailer. I would imagine mine done up really fancy though, and my family and I would wander about different countries, spending our lives travelling, almost like the Wild Thornberries.
The trailer was packed to the brim, the ropes were checked, there was fuel in the tank. The maps were in the side pocket. This adventure was about to begin. Freedom! At last! Mellie simply couldn’t wait!
I love watching trailers to new movies. I have always been thankful that I was not raised in a trailer park. But I feel guilty saying that.
i want to be in one. I want to be in a trailer in a trailer, an adventure on the go is what I really want. I can’t run from my giants but I can sure as hell drive fast enough to hold them off for a while before they track me down.
I like movie trailers. I enjoy movie trailers. Well, I liked them when I was younger. There is something to appreciate about the art of editing trailers. But now, I usually try to avoid them. Usually the spoil too much. I would rather watch a movie by itself and be surprised as I was intended to be by certain scenes before getting them ruined by its trailer.
the girls danced around the trailer in the rain, waiting for the tornado to come up and challenge them. it whipped around in circles, disrupting them and lifting them from the ground like ragdolls in flight.
there is a trailer in the back lot of the school. Everyone says the principle lives in it but I don’t think that’s true. It would be cool, but it doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone want to live at school. Even teachers have lives… right?
My uncle used to live in a trailer park. About as stereotypical as you’d expect – cheap beer, wifebeaters (though to my knowledge he did not actually beat his wife), a dog. I miss that dog.
It was hard growing up without a “house”, but I guess in the end I turned out just like everybody else. You’d think I’d learn some sort of lower-class values or some shit but no, I think I’m just as much of a piece of shit as the next teenager.
I have a trailer full of baggae to pull behind me, and I don’t expect you to carry any of it. Truth is, even if you wanted to I would have to say no. Knights in shining armor were never my strong suit.
There was a trashman that went to every trailer to let out all the trash but every trailer was already full of such trash the trashman could not fit it all so he made a new trailer and call it transformers 4.
A trailer, following along behind the truck, is a constant reminder of the things deemed unworthy or too cumbersome to be carried in the actual vehicle. It reminds us now and then by swerving into view in one of the rear view mirrors, and shows us what we’ve tried to put behind us but are still dragging along.
I was born in a trailer park. A child with class in a sea of those without. I yearned for the days where the stigma wouldn’t be attached, where I could invite my friends over for dinner without being embarrassed.
She pushed herself up from the wet grass and looked around. The clouds were parting and soon she’d be cooped up in that trailer again. All day. All night. Never a break, unless there was in-climate weather. Unfortunate soul being allergic to sunlight. The UV rays even hurt her, but there was nothing she could do to cure herself.
the coopers live in a trailer and my gramma’s river “house” is a trailer. Movie trailers. I really want to see African Cats with Mitch.. But I suppose I’ll have to see it with Rob. Do I like Rob? I think I’ve fooled myself because we’re so much alike. I want to like Mitch. I think I do but I’m not sure. I’m tired and want to go to space.
The movie seemed good enough. Interesting trama. The other actors were good too.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, though. She’d been wonderful. Maybe someday he’ll be able to tell her that to her face. If they ever meet again.