the trunk….the one that his badge was in…the trunk…the one thing that she couldnt bare to open once she got the news….the news that her brother had been chosen….for what, no one may know…but everyone knew that it wasnt for something good.
Bridgett
Trudging along as we carry our trunk out of the misery into which we have sunk.
How much could you fit into your trunk?
Mine has so much room. My trunk is enormous.
Yes, well mine can contain at least 30 litres of water.
I don’t believe you, no elephant could do that.
I’m no elephant.
The great elephant raised its trunk, and I was suddenly reminded why I had come all the way to Africa, of all places–the travel struggles had been well worth it now, and I felt my anger at this safari begin to melt away. I was glad I had come. I guess the reason I came was for me to see this magnificent animal.
al
never my fav place to be in
Nadia
i was driving with my girl at my right and decided to pullover on such a gorgeous spring afternoon and surprise her with a picnic setting i had in the trunk
drewzstephens
The trunk of my daddy’s truck has many memories for me. I wasn’t a tomboy but I loved that big red truck. That truck was family.
i bought a vintage trunk to use as a coffee table. it reminds me of a house boat. if i had a house boat, i would stack a bunch of trunks on a wall and make it awesome. my parents bought it for me. the nicest gift i’ve ever received because they knew how much i wanted it.
magges
A truck is a thing on a car. Ok is that better world D”:
In the trunk of my sister-in-laws car she has her first aid kit. She’s very clumsy and has to have one. Even her Dr. suggested she carry one around with her.
The trunk was heavy and glossy, and the wood had that malleable quality where when Susanna stuck her nails ever so softly into the varnish, a little bit of the gunk came up and stuck itself right back into her. It smelled a little bitter, but she didn’t mind that one bit. The trunk said, “Don’t come near me, I’m a strange thing,” but Susanna had always preferred the strange things anyway.
The Doctor pulled a trunk out from underneath the floor of the TARDIS. “No, no…aha!” He held out a book by Agatha Christie to Donna. “She didn’t forget us!” Donna exclaimed, pointing at the wasp on the front cover. She opened the book. “Published in the year five billion?!” “Yes,” the Doctor said. “People never forget about her.”
Damaris
“You’ve got something else in the trunk again?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not glitter, is it?”
“Why would it be glitter?”
Ginger grinned. “From the fabulous arts project that QSA put together.”
“I banned anything glittery from my car after that,” I sighed. “Took ages to clean it all out.”
a collaboration between old men, old flowers; and a list of things that are dying after having been plucked from the ground for a temporary usefulness brought on by an outside force, intrinsic, unstable but insoluble,
i left him in the trunk. he had been knocking the whole time and i didn’t want any of that. i’ll let him out tomorrow, he has enough food to last and the bullet holes act as air holes. he’s in Manchester park
its the thing that an elephant eats with, he really likes peanuts, because he’s an elephant and thats like candy for those giant mother fuckers. they live at the circus, they know nothing else. elephants in the wild don’t eat peanuts but i don’t know what they do eat. i never learned much about elephants. but i like the circus.
brittany
in the backseat i found my old sweater, not in the trunk but it seems so distant that maybe it was….. i can only believe that what was once lost was found, and now i can return to living without you.
cait
Elephants have trunks. I think they are the kinda like human noses but really long and tubular on an elephant. Similar to a pool noodle that can breathe. I wish I had a trunk. I would use it to pick up peanuts. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t really want a trunk unless everyone else had one. If I was the only one to have a trunk I would be like Penelope, but minus the pig, add elephant. Penelope’s room always looked cool in the movie. I could totally have lived there.
Kate
The trunk, old and sagging in the middle, was filled with items. Costume jewelry, dresses upon dresses upon dresses, golden everything, it glittered. The light struck it and it shone like no other. The trunks hinges were old and rusted, threatening to crumble appart.
Katie
Hard rain falling on the windshield. The mysterious man driving 100 mph without obeying the traffic signs. It was an ominous night. Bam! Bam! Bam! Coming from the trunk. The little girl abducted from outside of her house was crying and banging on the metal that kept her from escaping into freedom.
Ian
This is where the bodies are usually kept. I have one of these in the back of my car… just kidding, I don’t *own* a car per se, but if I did… this would be where I kept the bodies. My friend Jared, he has a car. With a trunk. It’s hardcore. We listen to the Flobots when we hang out in his car.
Anon
he had driven this route, from north of norway, to south italy, for fourty years now. his universe was this cabin, accompanied by a green wounderbaum and a yellow turtle. driving trough the world, on the same roads, on the same old, ancient roads, looking at the world throug the glass of your own. and they all led to Rome.
Elefants drink with it/eat penuts with it, men swim in it and lugage makes its way from destination A to B in it
Guru Fateh Khalsa
She filled her trunk with the contents of her newly emptied home. She couldn’t comprehend that she had need evicted. Why is this happening to her? she thought.
It’s all behind you. All those vivid memories of loss and love and even lust. you were always back there, wishing and wanting and hoping. And it’s all stuffed into someone’s trunk now. It’s all leaving you in a blur of tears and heartaches. You have so much waiting on you, though. Don’t give up the future for the past. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, I swear I don’t.
When i think of trunks i think of elephants. they have long grey trunks. they can drink thru them. or else i think of american cars. they call the boot of they car a trunk. could consider trunks that you use to swim in. so many different uses of the word trunk. oh yeah tree trunk, theres another trunk!
Rian Guiney
It was hidden away now, where nobody could see it, in the trunk of my car.
Disposed neatly in seven different plastic bags. Double wrapped, no liquid or scent would escape, not for a few days at least.
A quick trip to the ocean is in order.
Of a car or of hidden treasure in fairytales or attics. Wooden and old and lots of history; vintage. Black hinges. Or of an elephant! like a nose but better, like a arm but better.
laura harris
the elephant walked to the water hole and dipped his trunk into the liquid and sprayed his back….how cool it felt on such a hot day….aaaaahhhhhhh….thank you
Kelly Hobbs
Trunk
I think I did this one before too?
I like trunks. I’m not sure why. I love the idea of them. The mystery. The craftsmanship… But they’re heavy.
If I could, I would design a room full of trunks. Each with its own story; About the trunk, and about the contents inside.
Noisy Quiet
In the trunk of my car i found something that should not be there, it was warm and still a little wet i reached out to it and scooped up the new born kitten.
kim
A dead body.
Pads.
The junk from your car that you had to clean out really quickly before your friends got a ride.
Things you want to hide from the world. Thinks I want to hide from the world.
Out of site, out of mind, they say. But it’s still there.
Rough, ragged, gentle
Lifeblood
Embraces and eats
Kisses and slobbers
Trumpet
the trunk….the one that his badge was in…the trunk…the one thing that she couldnt bare to open once she got the news….the news that her brother had been chosen….for what, no one may know…but everyone knew that it wasnt for something good.
Trudging along as we carry our trunk out of the misery into which we have sunk.
How much could you fit into your trunk?
Mine has so much room. My trunk is enormous.
Yes, well mine can contain at least 30 litres of water.
I don’t believe you, no elephant could do that.
I’m no elephant.
I was talking about my penis.
DUN DUNNN DUUUUUUUHHHH!!
The great elephant raised its trunk, and I was suddenly reminded why I had come all the way to Africa, of all places–the travel struggles had been well worth it now, and I felt my anger at this safari begin to melt away. I was glad I had come. I guess the reason I came was for me to see this magnificent animal.
never my fav place to be in
i was driving with my girl at my right and decided to pullover on such a gorgeous spring afternoon and surprise her with a picnic setting i had in the trunk
The trunk of my daddy’s truck has many memories for me. I wasn’t a tomboy but I loved that big red truck. That truck was family.
i bought a vintage trunk to use as a coffee table. it reminds me of a house boat. if i had a house boat, i would stack a bunch of trunks on a wall and make it awesome. my parents bought it for me. the nicest gift i’ve ever received because they knew how much i wanted it.
A truck is a thing on a car. Ok is that better world D”:
^.^ {-: <3Twerewolf ^.^ {-: <3
In the trunk of my sister-in-laws car she has her first aid kit. She’s very clumsy and has to have one. Even her Dr. suggested she carry one around with her.
Elephant, tree, car, junk in the, trinket, think, junk
A car has a trunk.
The trunk was heavy and glossy, and the wood had that malleable quality where when Susanna stuck her nails ever so softly into the varnish, a little bit of the gunk came up and stuck itself right back into her. It smelled a little bitter, but she didn’t mind that one bit. The trunk said, “Don’t come near me, I’m a strange thing,” but Susanna had always preferred the strange things anyway.
the trunk is full of precious metals and jewels. there is also inexpensive jewels in the trunk.
The Doctor pulled a trunk out from underneath the floor of the TARDIS. “No, no…aha!” He held out a book by Agatha Christie to Donna. “She didn’t forget us!” Donna exclaimed, pointing at the wasp on the front cover. She opened the book. “Published in the year five billion?!” “Yes,” the Doctor said. “People never forget about her.”
“You’ve got something else in the trunk again?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not glitter, is it?”
“Why would it be glitter?”
Ginger grinned. “From the fabulous arts project that QSA put together.”
“I banned anything glittery from my car after that,” I sighed. “Took ages to clean it all out.”
“Well, you know what they say…”
“Don’t say it.”
“HERPES!”
I groaned.
blackness, damp, and crowded. beautiful, ornate, traditional, everlasting, car, moms, grandmoms
a collaboration between old men, old flowers; and a list of things that are dying after having been plucked from the ground for a temporary usefulness brought on by an outside force, intrinsic, unstable but insoluble,
i left him in the trunk. he had been knocking the whole time and i didn’t want any of that. i’ll let him out tomorrow, he has enough food to last and the bullet holes act as air holes. he’s in Manchester park
-Anonymous
its the thing that an elephant eats with, he really likes peanuts, because he’s an elephant and thats like candy for those giant mother fuckers. they live at the circus, they know nothing else. elephants in the wild don’t eat peanuts but i don’t know what they do eat. i never learned much about elephants. but i like the circus.
in the backseat i found my old sweater, not in the trunk but it seems so distant that maybe it was….. i can only believe that what was once lost was found, and now i can return to living without you.
Elephants have trunks. I think they are the kinda like human noses but really long and tubular on an elephant. Similar to a pool noodle that can breathe. I wish I had a trunk. I would use it to pick up peanuts. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t really want a trunk unless everyone else had one. If I was the only one to have a trunk I would be like Penelope, but minus the pig, add elephant. Penelope’s room always looked cool in the movie. I could totally have lived there.
The trunk, old and sagging in the middle, was filled with items. Costume jewelry, dresses upon dresses upon dresses, golden everything, it glittered. The light struck it and it shone like no other. The trunks hinges were old and rusted, threatening to crumble appart.
Hard rain falling on the windshield. The mysterious man driving 100 mph without obeying the traffic signs. It was an ominous night. Bam! Bam! Bam! Coming from the trunk. The little girl abducted from outside of her house was crying and banging on the metal that kept her from escaping into freedom.
This is where the bodies are usually kept. I have one of these in the back of my car… just kidding, I don’t *own* a car per se, but if I did… this would be where I kept the bodies. My friend Jared, he has a car. With a trunk. It’s hardcore. We listen to the Flobots when we hang out in his car.
he had driven this route, from north of norway, to south italy, for fourty years now. his universe was this cabin, accompanied by a green wounderbaum and a yellow turtle. driving trough the world, on the same roads, on the same old, ancient roads, looking at the world throug the glass of your own. and they all led to Rome.
The trunk of the elephant was very strong…
The End of the best story ever.
Maybe not
But whatever, I am the author
Shut up.
I was shaking like no other, hugged it tight like a mother. Moving to the beat, the beat beat beat. Trying to keep my swag while I lost control.
Elefants drink with it/eat penuts with it, men swim in it and lugage makes its way from destination A to B in it
She filled her trunk with the contents of her newly emptied home. She couldn’t comprehend that she had need evicted. Why is this happening to her? she thought.
It’s all behind you. All those vivid memories of loss and love and even lust. you were always back there, wishing and wanting and hoping. And it’s all stuffed into someone’s trunk now. It’s all leaving you in a blur of tears and heartaches. You have so much waiting on you, though. Don’t give up the future for the past. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, I swear I don’t.
Trunk. A storage compartment on the back of a car. The nose of an elephant. Guys swim in trunks.
When i think of trunks i think of elephants. they have long grey trunks. they can drink thru them. or else i think of american cars. they call the boot of they car a trunk. could consider trunks that you use to swim in. so many different uses of the word trunk. oh yeah tree trunk, theres another trunk!
It was hidden away now, where nobody could see it, in the trunk of my car.
Disposed neatly in seven different plastic bags. Double wrapped, no liquid or scent would escape, not for a few days at least.
A quick trip to the ocean is in order.
Of a car or of hidden treasure in fairytales or attics. Wooden and old and lots of history; vintage. Black hinges. Or of an elephant! like a nose but better, like a arm but better.
the elephant walked to the water hole and dipped his trunk into the liquid and sprayed his back….how cool it felt on such a hot day….aaaaahhhhhhh….thank you
Trunk
I think I did this one before too?
I like trunks. I’m not sure why. I love the idea of them. The mystery. The craftsmanship… But they’re heavy.
If I could, I would design a room full of trunks. Each with its own story; About the trunk, and about the contents inside.
In the trunk of my car i found something that should not be there, it was warm and still a little wet i reached out to it and scooped up the new born kitten.
A dead body.
Pads.
The junk from your car that you had to clean out really quickly before your friends got a ride.
Things you want to hide from the world. Thinks I want to hide from the world.
Out of site, out of mind, they say. But it’s still there.