Sometimes we all feel that we need to be transported to another place where there is no drama or hate. I feel like this all the time. Time transportation would be an amazing aspect for all humans to have in their daily lives. Wouldn’t time transportation make like easier?
Samm
to take one object and move it from point a to point b.
bobby
One word can mean soo much depending on the person that sees or read the word. But to me it means using one world to describe, relate or understand. Not sure what else to write.
Jessica
what a strange word lmao i don’t know what to say
get from one place to another
take you where you’ve always wanted to go
where you’de never thought you’d go
where you never want to go again
Sometimes I feel like I’m being transported from place to place in my life. Not actually living it. Just moving through the check points as if I were playing a video game where all you had to do was find the next hidden spot to advance.
i want to transport to somewhere far, mabe india or tiwan or something. It would be really nifty to transport to europe, rome is amazing ,but I’d like to visit florence.
sometimes I’d like to transport into a lifeform that isnt my own, like the rain or a liey bed
nikki tabibian
To send something to some. Package, passenger, or the like.
steve
public transport sucks. it’s not too bad. but it could be better. yellow buses dredging slowly forward. I like to give my seat up for a lady. makes me look like a gentlemen. trains are slow. but not in china. china is the master of train transport. or maybe i could be transported to another land like peter pan
When a person thinks about transport, they think from one place to another. But what about mentally ? How can we transport ourselves out of a desk into our homes, from our office cubicle to a deserted island ? It’s up to you.
Marlene Serrano
Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name. I have not yet known the taste of your kiss or your fingertips on my back. Where we could have rushed through all of that instead of the seven long years it took to actually come to terms with who we are. Together. Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name.
from here to there, and then somewhere far away. to witness the earth fly past as if spinning insanely and to breath in air that is rushing past too quickly.
Ceremony.
Through songs of harmony and balance, it is restored.
The Holy People listen.
Carmen CB
Go about the world. Follow your wildest dreams. Go to the corners of the earth you could’ve never imagined. Move yourself into a dimension that only you could appreciate. See the world in a whole new light.
Chelsea
Ceremony.
Melodies hummed, sung.
Messages of melodies sung to the Creator.
Harmonies.
Harmony.
Hozho.
Restored.
Once again, through ceremony.
Carmen CB
It was dark night when she finally left the garden. She lived under a rock that transported her into the magic world of rainbows and butterflies. It takes only her sweet voice to bring the world to life.
Amber
i want to transport myself. i wnt to bring my body into a new place, be a new person, make new friends and have new beginings. i want to trasnport feelings of life and livliness. mostly, i want to transport you with me. you are everything to me, and i love you, come with me. on this adventure. please. i want you to be with me every step of the way.
dani
Well, time stands still for no man–
Who are you?
What?
YOu’re actually quoting that movie?
Do you even know what “that movie” is called?
No…
Well… nither do i.
:/
*beep-bloop-beep* “We’re here,” he said in his monotonous voice as I stepped from the chrome doors. That was the way to get around these days. Transporting. Weird right? I guess it was expected, though, what with the iPods and cell phones and what not becoming obsolete, some new, great technology had to introduce itself sooner or later. Now I click one button and I hear some sounds and then boom! There I am. What the hell has the world come to?
I just did this prompt. I wrpte this diualoighe and the lagnauge becomes inneffecticve. i start stealing lines. the speakers get lost. demonstrating the futility of ligfe. SUCXK IT. Or maube I’m just trying to cover for my uhtrosious typing. hehe. see what I did there? THis is hard. Not like that but, you get the idea.
Kamden Hilliard
transport, walking away, leaving someone. Why do I always leave people. Why does this have to be so sad. Why can’t I write about something wonderful. Like transportation to a happier place. That’s where I’m going right? I’m being transported to a place where I could fall in love. Where my friendships are stronger. I’m not going away. I’m going somewhere new. Somewhere better.
Leslie
airplanes take people to far places. Like london or new zealand. one day I’d love to travel for a living. i’d love just to be free and happy. Like a bird. A bird can get anywhere whenever it wants. I wish to be a bird. Free of responsibility and the pain of burdens and love and such. I must be free.
sarah
the kinder transport children never forgot their benefactor. for many years he remained unacknowledged but for those who escaped the camps he was their special hero, their saviour, their friend. Even today survivors meet to talk about him and face the past.
barnesdave
to leave, to go from one place to another, travel, move, transpotation:car train bus plain
crysatl
Gerald had to transport the bomb to the ocean. He only had twenty minute remaining on the timer and it was counting down to destruction. In no time the entire metropolitan area would be a pile of ruble.
Valerie
I think it’s kinda funny that I have kinda gone full circle on here so far. My first word was driving and now transport. Cool actually…
transport to another planet. get away. escape even just for a little while. take what you love with: your family, your dog, your books. transport love from one person to another and smile.
Bethany
Transport is one of the most important things in communication.Without it we’ll be no where.Differentkinds of transport used depend on person to person.
I’ve walked a lot in college.So i guess i prefer walking.
Pranav
I go by air. I have very pretty wings you know, but I don’t think you can see them, since I’m way up high. I can see everything down here, the nights are the most beautiful moments of my life, staring at the city lights glowing like lightning bugs. red, yellow, blue, green, oh my, too many. You’re always welcome to come fly with me.
alyssa rae
transport to a new place. excitement. adventure. away from fears, potential failures, and past mistakes. produce greatness in new places.
One time I got on an uptown subway instead of a downtown subway. I was so in my own world, I didn’t realized I was in Harlem when I meant to go to the Village. I wanted to cry out of embarrasment. It’ll make for a good story someday right?
Beatrice Hirsch
i always wondered how they transported the bodies of people who passed away in another state. i;m sure they use airplanes, but what do they put them in? and who does it?
I was in a time machine as i was whirling through space and time to my death at the other side of the galaxy. The only way i would survive if i stabbed my self. How does this make sense. The self infliction would could cause massive bleeding which would kill me, but if I did stab myself I would be sent back to earth; would i get there in time to save my life though?
Julissa Velasquez
people are moving. moving from this place. it’s an exodus. it’s not the same here anymore. things have changed too much. is there another place that could ever compare to what this used to be? I don’t think so. I think we’d found paradise and lost it.
amalia
It’s raining.
The bus is late. Again.
My briefcase is getting wet
because the bus shelter leaks.
I called the bus station.
They said it won’t be in for fifteen minutes.
I should go get some coffee.
Olivia Swasey
Staying in one place these days doesn’t feel right. Leaving old things behind feels welcomed yet challenging. Honestly I would be happy enough roaming for a little or going back to California. These memories I’m packing leave me in a different place. And the anger of it all finds outlets in memories and experiences I wish it didn’t.
He pushed the branches apart and stepped into the rows of apricot trees in the lonely orchard. As the low hanging branches closed behind him, he looked around and saw no one. The sense of glorious isolation and perfect solitude here in the middle of a lush, tangled orchard transported him to another world.
the cars were always speeding past
her and in the blurs of the lights she began to wonder how she become so lost
and she wandered in between the whizzing and the blurs and hoped they’d drown her
or give her wings
or drag her back to somewhere that made sense
or at least something more interesting than this place
but the lights whirled around her head until she was spinning and the stomach acids in her bones threatened to turn into a tidal wave and leave her white washed and burning
and somehow this didn’t sound too bad.
any kind of feeling now was a good thing.
Transportation: ways of transportation include planes, cars, trains, boats. It means to move from one place to another.
Sometimes we all feel that we need to be transported to another place where there is no drama or hate. I feel like this all the time. Time transportation would be an amazing aspect for all humans to have in their daily lives. Wouldn’t time transportation make like easier?
to take one object and move it from point a to point b.
One word can mean soo much depending on the person that sees or read the word. But to me it means using one world to describe, relate or understand. Not sure what else to write.
what a strange word lmao i don’t know what to say
get from one place to another
take you where you’ve always wanted to go
where you’de never thought you’d go
where you never want to go again
Sometimes I feel like I’m being transported from place to place in my life. Not actually living it. Just moving through the check points as if I were playing a video game where all you had to do was find the next hidden spot to advance.
i want to transport to somewhere far, mabe india or tiwan or something. It would be really nifty to transport to europe, rome is amazing ,but I’d like to visit florence.
sometimes I’d like to transport into a lifeform that isnt my own, like the rain or a liey bed
To send something to some. Package, passenger, or the like.
public transport sucks. it’s not too bad. but it could be better. yellow buses dredging slowly forward. I like to give my seat up for a lady. makes me look like a gentlemen. trains are slow. but not in china. china is the master of train transport. or maybe i could be transported to another land like peter pan
When a person thinks about transport, they think from one place to another. But what about mentally ? How can we transport ourselves out of a desk into our homes, from our office cubicle to a deserted island ? It’s up to you.
Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name. I have not yet known the taste of your kiss or your fingertips on my back. Where we could have rushed through all of that instead of the seven long years it took to actually come to terms with who we are. Together. Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name.
Can you move fast enough? Can you take the leap and move yourself? Can you do it? Can you move fast enough and get there on time? Can you? Can you?
Can-
from here to there, and then somewhere far away. to witness the earth fly past as if spinning insanely and to breath in air that is rushing past too quickly.
Ceremony.
Through songs of harmony and balance, it is restored.
The Holy People listen.
Go about the world. Follow your wildest dreams. Go to the corners of the earth you could’ve never imagined. Move yourself into a dimension that only you could appreciate. See the world in a whole new light.
Ceremony.
Melodies hummed, sung.
Messages of melodies sung to the Creator.
Harmonies.
Harmony.
Hozho.
Restored.
Once again, through ceremony.
It was dark night when she finally left the garden. She lived under a rock that transported her into the magic world of rainbows and butterflies. It takes only her sweet voice to bring the world to life.
i want to transport myself. i wnt to bring my body into a new place, be a new person, make new friends and have new beginings. i want to trasnport feelings of life and livliness. mostly, i want to transport you with me. you are everything to me, and i love you, come with me. on this adventure. please. i want you to be with me every step of the way.
Well, time stands still for no man–
Who are you?
What?
YOu’re actually quoting that movie?
Do you even know what “that movie” is called?
No…
Well… nither do i.
:/
Better there than anywhere, she said not looking at me.
Better there.
What does that mean babe?
Montauk.
*beep-bloop-beep* “We’re here,” he said in his monotonous voice as I stepped from the chrome doors. That was the way to get around these days. Transporting. Weird right? I guess it was expected, though, what with the iPods and cell phones and what not becoming obsolete, some new, great technology had to introduce itself sooner or later. Now I click one button and I hear some sounds and then boom! There I am. What the hell has the world come to?
I just did this prompt. I wrpte this diualoighe and the lagnauge becomes inneffecticve. i start stealing lines. the speakers get lost. demonstrating the futility of ligfe. SUCXK IT. Or maube I’m just trying to cover for my uhtrosious typing. hehe. see what I did there? THis is hard. Not like that but, you get the idea.
transport, walking away, leaving someone. Why do I always leave people. Why does this have to be so sad. Why can’t I write about something wonderful. Like transportation to a happier place. That’s where I’m going right? I’m being transported to a place where I could fall in love. Where my friendships are stronger. I’m not going away. I’m going somewhere new. Somewhere better.
airplanes take people to far places. Like london or new zealand. one day I’d love to travel for a living. i’d love just to be free and happy. Like a bird. A bird can get anywhere whenever it wants. I wish to be a bird. Free of responsibility and the pain of burdens and love and such. I must be free.
the kinder transport children never forgot their benefactor. for many years he remained unacknowledged but for those who escaped the camps he was their special hero, their saviour, their friend. Even today survivors meet to talk about him and face the past.
to leave, to go from one place to another, travel, move, transpotation:car train bus plain
Gerald had to transport the bomb to the ocean. He only had twenty minute remaining on the timer and it was counting down to destruction. In no time the entire metropolitan area would be a pile of ruble.
I think it’s kinda funny that I have kinda gone full circle on here so far. My first word was driving and now transport. Cool actually…
And time is up :)
transport to another planet. get away. escape even just for a little while. take what you love with: your family, your dog, your books. transport love from one person to another and smile.
Transport is one of the most important things in communication.Without it we’ll be no where.Differentkinds of transport used depend on person to person.
I’ve walked a lot in college.So i guess i prefer walking.
I go by air. I have very pretty wings you know, but I don’t think you can see them, since I’m way up high. I can see everything down here, the nights are the most beautiful moments of my life, staring at the city lights glowing like lightning bugs. red, yellow, blue, green, oh my, too many. You’re always welcome to come fly with me.
transport to a new place. excitement. adventure. away from fears, potential failures, and past mistakes. produce greatness in new places.
One time I got on an uptown subway instead of a downtown subway. I was so in my own world, I didn’t realized I was in Harlem when I meant to go to the Village. I wanted to cry out of embarrasment. It’ll make for a good story someday right?
i always wondered how they transported the bodies of people who passed away in another state. i;m sure they use airplanes, but what do they put them in? and who does it?
I was in a time machine as i was whirling through space and time to my death at the other side of the galaxy. The only way i would survive if i stabbed my self. How does this make sense. The self infliction would could cause massive bleeding which would kill me, but if I did stab myself I would be sent back to earth; would i get there in time to save my life though?
people are moving. moving from this place. it’s an exodus. it’s not the same here anymore. things have changed too much. is there another place that could ever compare to what this used to be? I don’t think so. I think we’d found paradise and lost it.
It’s raining.
The bus is late. Again.
My briefcase is getting wet
because the bus shelter leaks.
I called the bus station.
They said it won’t be in for fifteen minutes.
I should go get some coffee.
Staying in one place these days doesn’t feel right. Leaving old things behind feels welcomed yet challenging. Honestly I would be happy enough roaming for a little or going back to California. These memories I’m packing leave me in a different place. And the anger of it all finds outlets in memories and experiences I wish it didn’t.
He pushed the branches apart and stepped into the rows of apricot trees in the lonely orchard. As the low hanging branches closed behind him, he looked around and saw no one. The sense of glorious isolation and perfect solitude here in the middle of a lush, tangled orchard transported him to another world.
the cars were always speeding past
her and in the blurs of the lights she began to wonder how she become so lost
and she wandered in between the whizzing and the blurs and hoped they’d drown her
or give her wings
or drag her back to somewhere that made sense
or at least something more interesting than this place
but the lights whirled around her head until she was spinning and the stomach acids in her bones threatened to turn into a tidal wave and leave her white washed and burning
and somehow this didn’t sound too bad.
any kind of feeling now was a good thing.