car and bus are transports for us to go anywhere we like to go and plane and train also they are very useful transports too
iman
i would like to transport to australia. only a faster way than a plane. someone should invent something faster. i don’t know much about transportation but i’d imagine someone does and they should figure something out.
mk bunch
She raced off down the gang plank toward the transport that was leaving the station. If she missed this ride, there would be no second chance. It was now or never. The sound of her feet pounding wood thundered in her ears as she fought for the breath to keep running.
“Careful there miss!” A slight man in uniform called after her shrinking form.
Hannah Green
i wish i could be transported to a place far away from here. i’m going away to college soon but for one day it’d be lovely to be transported to the beach. or maybe disney world so my best friend and i could enjoy a senior week (we never got to). transport means travel.
Gabby
moving produce not local trains train hopping. harvey hops trains. i miss him. he about took off his foot one time. i wish he would come back to me. i am so worried about him. he;s my best friend. i think I am in love with him.
mollie
Take away for this world and transport to a place beyond. Two different places united by your transport. No longer there. Not quite here. Still on your transport.
Katie Knight
i open my car door, and step out into the howling wind. as the rain starts to pelt my face, i run for cover. through the sliding door, past lines of people, and into my airplane, i finally feel safe from furious mother nature raging outside of my window. we lift off, and i’m glad to know that i’m being transported to a wonderful paradise island, where none of your monsters can get me.
The brothers knew not what they were looking at. They didn’t know how to react to the sight. They wanted to act as though people before them had acted when they found it. But how could you act out something that doesn’t exist?
Mather McConoughe
It means to be taken somewhere, like a different city, state, country, or even world; or perhaps a made-up world of gorgeous music and art, the ideal state of mind.
i transport the package on the train, traveling through the french country side and occasionally passing through towns. i was hiding in the back, observing all my surroundings, for i didn’t know what would be important later.
Bringing something from here to there daunting tasks. Endless races. Here we go, here we go. Marking time as the wind blows through our hair and across our faces. Take it away and away and away and let the hand of God decide where the scattered ashes will land. Here it is and here we are and everything will be wherever it began which is the same as where it ends up.
Vickey
i have many transportation experiences. some pleasant some shocking. i would take the bus to school everyday 10th through 12th. They best days consisted of a beautiful awakening musical journey and a blunt with my best friend once i got off.
amber bruce
She hated this. Well, not exactly hated, she was scarred. She sat in the car, her stuff in the back, the majority of it anyways. They were moving her, she was going to live pretty much on her own now. Fear crept into her heart. Fear for herself and her relationship. She didn’t know what she would do if this cost her him, she knew she wouldn’t be able to live without him.
transportation is a pain that has been present in the world throughout the ages. we started of with the wheel, then we got horses. The train soon followed after, but in the world of the glinkos of the space planet 4, they got the train first and then the wheel. Space time and all that. But really, public transport has always been a nuisance to everyone.
Filip
Back in time, but to the future. anywhere you desire. endless, machine, metal, aliens, the moon, the sun, blackness and emptiness. fast but feels like eternity. skip and fly, anywhere present past future
Mina
She closed her eyes, and let the music take her away. It was like when she sang, she was in her own world. No one was there to judge her, only to adore her. She smiled and began to sing, not worrying about who heard her. Her voice rattled the rafters and filled the space.
Kelsey
fly go somewhere teleporting futeristic machine the fly whats his face truned into a fly in that movie and shit was gross. I dont think I would ever go into one of those
tom
i transport my thoughts
to imaginary actions
making their way
to reality
but the transportation
of my ideas
and my grand transcapacity
takes me very far
however,
no farther than my own body.
what if i am never fully able to transport the crazy thoughts of my brain into a magical reality?
jillmjacobs
One time, I was transported to the outskirts of the modern realistic realm of shit. It didn’t matter, and that’s why I’m writing about it. When you’re talking about shit, everyone reads it, but in the end they realize, “Why did I even read that shit?” And then THEY write about shit.
savannah
what is a transport? sports for trains? like jousting! enemy trains attacking each other for the ruling of the tracks!! what kind of tracks? they better be made of gold and blood… down the pathway of hell!
Sarah
I’m sure I could find faster transportation, or at least cheaper, but I enjoyed the car ride I took by myself. I loaded up my things and hit the road, not worrying about the price of gas or how long it would take me. Windows down and music loud, I just watched as I followed each curve in the road, each rising slope.
i love to move from place to place in my big car or by airplane or bus – just to keep moving is spectacular and makes the planet feel more round and i am more connected to outer space.
Laura
I looked up from the train tracks and noticed that the sun was going down. In the distance I heard it rumbling inexorably toward me: my fate. This transport would bring me to almost certain doom. The only question on my mind was “Why?”
TheWaltz
i missed growing up at some point. there are aspects of it that i just lack. sometimes they feel like so many that i can’t pinpoint one of them and properly work on it. what do i need to do this? personal space? what is my definition of that? because i certainly spend a lot of time on my own..
Hadil
transported, i want to go places. places larger than life. places out of the imagination. places full of beauty, ancientry, mystery, grace, and awe. I want to be transported to anywhere. I want to go any time. I want to experience other cultures and live in ways different that my own just to do it.
Rachel Arneson
public transportation can be the single most terrifying thing in the entire world. sometimes i will get on the bus and have no idea where the fuck it’s going. I just hop on and hope for the best. The people on the bus aren’t helpful either; they sit in there small bus seats with love handles hanging out the side like the meat of some grotesque sandwich and look me with glaring eyes. I know what you’re thinking, what the fuck am i doing on this bus. That is a very good question.
lead me across the way where the diamond trails of sky do gather
shortened tomes of knowledge, and a compass of new spring
flip pages and soaring, deep into the underground
another breath of adventure written into the seams
I would like to transport my life into another persons body so I can be transported into theirs and I can see what I look like from somebody else’s eyes. Thats how I would transport.
rachael
He wanted a transport chair, the kind he could shove his mother into in the kitchen when he didn’t like the way she was looking at him when he told her he wouldn’t get her new tea bags when the used ones still looked like they had enough left.
Dan
The transportation was late. I didn’t mind. I sat. I listened. I tasted. Dust, decay, disbelief. Like ash sifting through my mouth. The transportation was late.
Adrian
I used the transport room to move all of my belongings from the Space Dock at Earth into the ship. Today was the first day of my new life. My 30 year career in the United Earth Alliance Spaceship Pangaea.
Transportation. Years ago, it didn’t exist. Nobody even thought about their lives without it. We don’t even realize how much we have these days. We take everything for granted. Imagine what we’d do if we lived in the 1800’s. We’d probably go mad. So maybe we should take a look at what we do have, and be thankful for it once in a while.
Erica
Transport me to another place. Another time. Anywhere but here. I want to see where I’ll be in another age. How I would act. What I would do. If I were the more mature me. Just get me to another stage of my life. The future looks so much better than right now. I’ve been waiting to get there for so long.
Lyndsey
There was no word. The word did not load. All I can think about now is that poor blank white spot with nothing to fill it. Poor thing is probably suicidal… It need someone to talk to. In the mean time, I myself am running out of time, while trying not to think. I had to start again now. Now I am just rambling on uselessly because I have no clue what word I am to write about. I feel quite awkward right now actually… but I suppose that i can yell.. TRANSPORT.
Brooke
Someplace far away, a place to escape, somewhere to belong. Who knows how far I would go? What I would see? Transport me, transport me… take away the misery….
I go to see the gardens, to breath in the ocean air, someplace I can relax, my life, please won’t you spare…? Transport me, transport me, take me somewhere safe… transport me, transport me, isn’t love designed to hate….
Anonymous
transport
charlotte mayhew
I wish I could transport anywhere in the world. Life would be so much easier, though it would have its drawbacks– less privacy and the annoyance of people always showing up at the wrong time.
Adrianne
i wish i could transport somewhere else just because i want to see other people know what everything is like for them. experience a world that might be happier than this. transportation as in cars is a pretty good thing. you can get where ever you want when ever you want. though i feel like no one walks anywhere because of it, so maybe its actually a bad thing.
bella
I have been transported to the beach and it is beautiful and refreshing and rejuvenating. I feel like a second chance, a revisiting of the past, the best parts of the past which I wasn’t able to fully explore before, which I didn’t have the wherwithal to explore before, and its wonderful. I could use more more mor emore more of this, a chance for life to be be full again.
car and bus are transports for us to go anywhere we like to go and plane and train also they are very useful transports too
i would like to transport to australia. only a faster way than a plane. someone should invent something faster. i don’t know much about transportation but i’d imagine someone does and they should figure something out.
She raced off down the gang plank toward the transport that was leaving the station. If she missed this ride, there would be no second chance. It was now or never. The sound of her feet pounding wood thundered in her ears as she fought for the breath to keep running.
“Careful there miss!” A slight man in uniform called after her shrinking form.
i wish i could be transported to a place far away from here. i’m going away to college soon but for one day it’d be lovely to be transported to the beach. or maybe disney world so my best friend and i could enjoy a senior week (we never got to). transport means travel.
moving produce not local trains train hopping. harvey hops trains. i miss him. he about took off his foot one time. i wish he would come back to me. i am so worried about him. he;s my best friend. i think I am in love with him.
Take away for this world and transport to a place beyond. Two different places united by your transport. No longer there. Not quite here. Still on your transport.
i open my car door, and step out into the howling wind. as the rain starts to pelt my face, i run for cover. through the sliding door, past lines of people, and into my airplane, i finally feel safe from furious mother nature raging outside of my window. we lift off, and i’m glad to know that i’m being transported to a wonderful paradise island, where none of your monsters can get me.
The brothers knew not what they were looking at. They didn’t know how to react to the sight. They wanted to act as though people before them had acted when they found it. But how could you act out something that doesn’t exist?
It means to be taken somewhere, like a different city, state, country, or even world; or perhaps a made-up world of gorgeous music and art, the ideal state of mind.
to go there. I’m always going there. I can’t quit my short stops. Here, and there, everywhere….Beatles in my ear.
i transport the package on the train, traveling through the french country side and occasionally passing through towns. i was hiding in the back, observing all my surroundings, for i didn’t know what would be important later.
Bringing something from here to there daunting tasks. Endless races. Here we go, here we go. Marking time as the wind blows through our hair and across our faces. Take it away and away and away and let the hand of God decide where the scattered ashes will land. Here it is and here we are and everything will be wherever it began which is the same as where it ends up.
i have many transportation experiences. some pleasant some shocking. i would take the bus to school everyday 10th through 12th. They best days consisted of a beautiful awakening musical journey and a blunt with my best friend once i got off.
She hated this. Well, not exactly hated, she was scarred. She sat in the car, her stuff in the back, the majority of it anyways. They were moving her, she was going to live pretty much on her own now. Fear crept into her heart. Fear for herself and her relationship. She didn’t know what she would do if this cost her him, she knew she wouldn’t be able to live without him.
transportation is a pain that has been present in the world throughout the ages. we started of with the wheel, then we got horses. The train soon followed after, but in the world of the glinkos of the space planet 4, they got the train first and then the wheel. Space time and all that. But really, public transport has always been a nuisance to everyone.
Back in time, but to the future. anywhere you desire. endless, machine, metal, aliens, the moon, the sun, blackness and emptiness. fast but feels like eternity. skip and fly, anywhere present past future
She closed her eyes, and let the music take her away. It was like when she sang, she was in her own world. No one was there to judge her, only to adore her. She smiled and began to sing, not worrying about who heard her. Her voice rattled the rafters and filled the space.
fly go somewhere teleporting futeristic machine the fly whats his face truned into a fly in that movie and shit was gross. I dont think I would ever go into one of those
i transport my thoughts
to imaginary actions
making their way
to reality
but the transportation
of my ideas
and my grand transcapacity
takes me very far
however,
no farther than my own body.
what if i am never fully able to transport the crazy thoughts of my brain into a magical reality?
One time, I was transported to the outskirts of the modern realistic realm of shit. It didn’t matter, and that’s why I’m writing about it. When you’re talking about shit, everyone reads it, but in the end they realize, “Why did I even read that shit?” And then THEY write about shit.
what is a transport? sports for trains? like jousting! enemy trains attacking each other for the ruling of the tracks!! what kind of tracks? they better be made of gold and blood… down the pathway of hell!
I’m sure I could find faster transportation, or at least cheaper, but I enjoyed the car ride I took by myself. I loaded up my things and hit the road, not worrying about the price of gas or how long it would take me. Windows down and music loud, I just watched as I followed each curve in the road, each rising slope.
i love to move from place to place in my big car or by airplane or bus – just to keep moving is spectacular and makes the planet feel more round and i am more connected to outer space.
I looked up from the train tracks and noticed that the sun was going down. In the distance I heard it rumbling inexorably toward me: my fate. This transport would bring me to almost certain doom. The only question on my mind was “Why?”
i missed growing up at some point. there are aspects of it that i just lack. sometimes they feel like so many that i can’t pinpoint one of them and properly work on it. what do i need to do this? personal space? what is my definition of that? because i certainly spend a lot of time on my own..
transported, i want to go places. places larger than life. places out of the imagination. places full of beauty, ancientry, mystery, grace, and awe. I want to be transported to anywhere. I want to go any time. I want to experience other cultures and live in ways different that my own just to do it.
public transportation can be the single most terrifying thing in the entire world. sometimes i will get on the bus and have no idea where the fuck it’s going. I just hop on and hope for the best. The people on the bus aren’t helpful either; they sit in there small bus seats with love handles hanging out the side like the meat of some grotesque sandwich and look me with glaring eyes. I know what you’re thinking, what the fuck am i doing on this bus. That is a very good question.
lead me across the way where the diamond trails of sky do gather
shortened tomes of knowledge, and a compass of new spring
flip pages and soaring, deep into the underground
another breath of adventure written into the seams
I would like to transport my life into another persons body so I can be transported into theirs and I can see what I look like from somebody else’s eyes. Thats how I would transport.
He wanted a transport chair, the kind he could shove his mother into in the kitchen when he didn’t like the way she was looking at him when he told her he wouldn’t get her new tea bags when the used ones still looked like they had enough left.
The transportation was late. I didn’t mind. I sat. I listened. I tasted. Dust, decay, disbelief. Like ash sifting through my mouth. The transportation was late.
I used the transport room to move all of my belongings from the Space Dock at Earth into the ship. Today was the first day of my new life. My 30 year career in the United Earth Alliance Spaceship Pangaea.
Transportation. Years ago, it didn’t exist. Nobody even thought about their lives without it. We don’t even realize how much we have these days. We take everything for granted. Imagine what we’d do if we lived in the 1800’s. We’d probably go mad. So maybe we should take a look at what we do have, and be thankful for it once in a while.
Transport me to another place. Another time. Anywhere but here. I want to see where I’ll be in another age. How I would act. What I would do. If I were the more mature me. Just get me to another stage of my life. The future looks so much better than right now. I’ve been waiting to get there for so long.
There was no word. The word did not load. All I can think about now is that poor blank white spot with nothing to fill it. Poor thing is probably suicidal… It need someone to talk to. In the mean time, I myself am running out of time, while trying not to think. I had to start again now. Now I am just rambling on uselessly because I have no clue what word I am to write about. I feel quite awkward right now actually… but I suppose that i can yell.. TRANSPORT.
Someplace far away, a place to escape, somewhere to belong. Who knows how far I would go? What I would see? Transport me, transport me… take away the misery….
I go to see the gardens, to breath in the ocean air, someplace I can relax, my life, please won’t you spare…? Transport me, transport me, take me somewhere safe… transport me, transport me, isn’t love designed to hate….
transport
I wish I could transport anywhere in the world. Life would be so much easier, though it would have its drawbacks– less privacy and the annoyance of people always showing up at the wrong time.
i wish i could transport somewhere else just because i want to see other people know what everything is like for them. experience a world that might be happier than this. transportation as in cars is a pretty good thing. you can get where ever you want when ever you want. though i feel like no one walks anywhere because of it, so maybe its actually a bad thing.
I have been transported to the beach and it is beautiful and refreshing and rejuvenating. I feel like a second chance, a revisiting of the past, the best parts of the past which I wasn’t able to fully explore before, which I didn’t have the wherwithal to explore before, and its wonderful. I could use more more mor emore more of this, a chance for life to be be full again.