The elephant’s trunk swung back and forth as it writhed in pain. Why were they stealing its tusks, these strangers? To make a piano, whose beautiful music would conceal the pain, dulling others.
Lana Jordan
Did you know that an elephant trunk has a ridiculous amount of muscles – in the thousands? If you think you’re face hurts from smiling, imagine how a baby elephant must feel trying to give itself a bath. That’s a lot of muscles, but all for a pretty impressive trait for little baby elephant.
There’s a trunk in the attic. It sits alone in a dusty corner, under a old tattered sheet. It is locked, of course, so Sarah can’t get in it. She walks around it anyways, looking for a way in to find the memories and momentos that fill it.
Isabella Caylynn Clark
Theres Trunks in the back of cars. kidnap people. you stick food in trunks. ahhh this is hard. AHHHHH!!! umm
Breanna
There was no way that this was full of what I saw. Everything seemed so surreal when I opened the lid and nothing could of prepared me for what I was about to see. This trunk was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I am happy as can be.
A trunk is typically storage space at the end of your car, but in this case, her trunk meant her giant, round ass. It was big, and full, and perfect in every single way. Men wanted to touch it, to feel it, and women wanted to have a trunk like hers.
k
I packed the trunk of my car with everything I had left. Having sold off all my possesions, the sum of my life fit neatly in the small space. I hit the road, head west for warm air and salty beaches. I headed
MsWriteNow
Jinki set down his magnifying glass. He’d caught glimpse of the woman again, a phantom that roamed the museum that he’d made a second home as of late. He follows her without hesitation and without telling his team. He sneaks up the marble stairs, down a hall to a closed off room. The woman disappears into the wall and Jinki follows her through the door. She’s waiting for him in the room and she points rather anti-climatically to a trunk near the foot of the bed. Jinki goes and knees in front of it, the lock is old and rusty and with the right hit it pops right off. When the lid to the heavy trunk swings open, Jinki finds the very girl- or what’s left of her- who had lead him to the trunk.
Trunk shorts simple as that
No shoes, no shirt, instant succes
commando-crack
Sexy as hell
brutalebeer
The trunk was saturated with old objects. Toys, broken and torn, lay strewn across clothes and popped open suitcases. The car itself sat abandoned in the ass end of nowhere, lying on its side as though it had given up the idea of ever moving again. No one rummaged through it or disturbed it in any way, it seemed to discourage it.
A tree trunk is lonely
Without our initials carved
So tenderly into its flesh.
You did that for me.
Now years later, the tree dies slowly
But our story remains in its rings.
Like an old and dusty record found
in an attic. Long forgotten.
The music just the same.
i was going to california and i had packed many things in the car. I was running away. all my most personal items were going with me, and they were packed in the truck. After a stop at a rest stop, i relized that the car was gone.
Breanna Metras
she rode with her trunk in the backseat, silently glancing in her rearview mirror every couple of seconds as making sure it was still there, like the memories it enclosed. But the person that the memories were about were long gone from her life.
Savannah
It’s what you keep at the foot of your bed, the types of things grandma’s tell you to stay out of. I can remember the smell of my grandmother’s. Smells of cedar and musty fabrics, none of which seemed to go with the other.
Smo
I like to put things in the trunk of my car,
Packages, books, towels.
that way I feel like I am well supplied.
I like the trunk.
Robin
“mmmmph”. The only sounds he could make. His hands tied securely behind his back. His feet bound together. So little space, he kicks out at the confines.. The trunk.
The trunk is the part of the car that you hide things in. Things like literal bodies, or even the metaphorical ones. Old hobbies that you’re embarrassed to show to the world, old shoes that are worn out but you can’t seem to throw them away, old trinkets of lost pets, lost loves, lost everythings.
Joe Chisarick
I have many trunks.
Some hold secrets
And all have stories.
I give you the key.
Keep it safe and hidden,
for no one but you and me.
my trunk was open the other day. i was trying to get christian to get his back back out, but he didnt want to so he tried just hitting it to close it. we thought that worked so we drove off. under my spedometer it just said “deck” and we didnt know what that meant, so christian googled it on his ipod. which wasnt loading. so at the intersection of robious ricky was behind us and told me it was my trunk, so we had to u-turn and fix it…
I always wondered what I would do if I were in a trunk. How would I even get in there but I know I would try to punch out the taillights. If worst came to worst I would submit, escape and be a samurai.
Delia
I saw it, it was in the trunk of you car.
I stopped for a moment and stared wondering.
Why? Why the hell would you have all of that in your car?
Then I thought about it. Really thought about it. It makes perfect sense. You’re a guy after all.
Just, really?
The trunk of your car,
The boos
The condoms,
And I’m pretty sure I gave you that banana last week.
I hid in the trunk as we played hide and seek, then suddenly, I felt the car moving. It came to me that I had jumped into the creepy neighbor next door’s trunk, who was going on a road trip vacation! What do I do now? Looks like I lost this game of hide and seek…
Gabby Wahla
camion
traffic
road
songs
comfortable
transporting
coke
food
destination
hanging out
people
friends
places
tourists
visits
transportations
ways
fellas
highway
huggs
fast
time
babys
accidents
ana lucia
As the van slammed into the trunk of the Ginko tree, everyone shot forward and smashed against the seat backs as the van’s side doors sprang open. As the noises and dust settled, a leg reached out gingerly to find the ground.
trunk of an elephant. Pop the trunk like an elephant? …what? Car trunks swimming trunks. Trunks from DBZ. Antique trunks with the rounded tops to stop other trunks from sitting on top. Trunk.
D
I saw it, it was in the trunk of you car.
I stopped for a moment and stared wondering.
Why? Why the hell would you have all of that in your car?
Then I thought about it. It makes perfect sense. You’re a guy after all.
Just, really?
The trunk of your car,
The boos
The condoms,
And I’m pretty sure I gave you that banana last week.
As the van slammed into the truck of the Ginko tree, everyone shot forward and smashed against the seat backs as the van’s side doors sprang open. As the noises and dust settled, a leg reached out gingerly to find the ground.
tree trunks are brown. people’s bodies are called trunks. Americans call their boot trunks, weirdos. Elephants have trunks. I like elephants, they look like they’d give good hugs. Hugs are great. Nothing better than a good hug. I bet trees would give good hugs as well. Especially those trees from the Lord of the Rings, ents I think they’re called.
Trunk
there was once a tree that lived in a forest far away from any type of civilization. It’s leaves were green and plentiful, and it’s trunk was wide and strong. It sat atop a hill that overlooked a great valley that had many people
Megbeth
Marty took a step back and looked at the trunk. So many things, so many memories..their entire life, down to this moment and this trunk. Tommy’s Diapers, her clothes, a few photos…that was all that was left. But sometimes, she mused, that’s all you need. The one you love and a few precious memories were all you needed to build a new life somewhere better.
Rebecca
The trunk was the best place to put it. WHat may you ask? Well of course the one thing that fits best in my trunk. You wonder what it was?
Well, it was my suitcase and supplies that would lead me and guide me through a grand adventure..the only one i want.
heaven.
J Smith
in the trunk he had bats
in his heart he had love, resentment, and hate
in his front seat he had a clueless spun out girl who had no idea what she got herself into
but something stopped him
something saved her
pure luck?
that god everyone talks about at the church?
my dead papa?
i don’t know, but i true owe my life to whatever stopped that man that night.
kidd
on an elephant, long and coarse, very useful… he cleans himself with it and it helps the elephants eat. its very distinctive and extremely unique
rae
fuck the trunk. it is full of shit and it smells. when it rains the trunk fills with water and it has ruined everything of value i had in the trunk. all that remains is musky wet paper and soggy carpet with some rusty tools and a spilt bottle of detergent. my trunk is of no use to me.
jaycup
inside the trunk was a vast array of things. some things had use but most were junk or trash. the most usefull thing i saw was the donut tire and the jack to lift the car and replace it with
jaycup
trunk of a tree below are roots that dwell into the earth reaching for life and for death
Alyxandria vaughn
Tree trunks hold secrets
nobody knows what is on the inside
that’s really why people cut them down.
Counting rings to hear the stories
But the stories don’t ring when a tree is gone.
The elephant’s trunk swung back and forth as it writhed in pain. Why were they stealing its tusks, these strangers? To make a piano, whose beautiful music would conceal the pain, dulling others.
Did you know that an elephant trunk has a ridiculous amount of muscles – in the thousands? If you think you’re face hurts from smiling, imagine how a baby elephant must feel trying to give itself a bath. That’s a lot of muscles, but all for a pretty impressive trait for little baby elephant.
The trunk of a car. tree trunk. umm mocking birds. kidnapp little girls and put them in the trunck of your car. thats all i got.
There’s a trunk in the attic. It sits alone in a dusty corner, under a old tattered sheet. It is locked, of course, so Sarah can’t get in it. She walks around it anyways, looking for a way in to find the memories and momentos that fill it.
Theres Trunks in the back of cars. kidnap people. you stick food in trunks. ahhh this is hard. AHHHHH!!! umm
There was no way that this was full of what I saw. Everything seemed so surreal when I opened the lid and nothing could of prepared me for what I was about to see. This trunk was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I am happy as can be.
tree truck, large, old, work, carved, epic immediate, imposing, grand, enormous,old, thick, impenetrable, innumeral, wishful thinking, beautiful, wrinkled.
A trunk is typically storage space at the end of your car, but in this case, her trunk meant her giant, round ass. It was big, and full, and perfect in every single way. Men wanted to touch it, to feel it, and women wanted to have a trunk like hers.
I packed the trunk of my car with everything I had left. Having sold off all my possesions, the sum of my life fit neatly in the small space. I hit the road, head west for warm air and salty beaches. I headed
Jinki set down his magnifying glass. He’d caught glimpse of the woman again, a phantom that roamed the museum that he’d made a second home as of late. He follows her without hesitation and without telling his team. He sneaks up the marble stairs, down a hall to a closed off room. The woman disappears into the wall and Jinki follows her through the door. She’s waiting for him in the room and she points rather anti-climatically to a trunk near the foot of the bed. Jinki goes and knees in front of it, the lock is old and rusty and with the right hit it pops right off. When the lid to the heavy trunk swings open, Jinki finds the very girl- or what’s left of her- who had lead him to the trunk.
I Love Ice Cream!!
Trunk shorts simple as that
No shoes, no shirt, instant succes
commando-crack
Sexy as hell
The trunk was saturated with old objects. Toys, broken and torn, lay strewn across clothes and popped open suitcases. The car itself sat abandoned in the ass end of nowhere, lying on its side as though it had given up the idea of ever moving again. No one rummaged through it or disturbed it in any way, it seemed to discourage it.
A tree trunk is lonely
Without our initials carved
So tenderly into its flesh.
You did that for me.
Now years later, the tree dies slowly
But our story remains in its rings.
Like an old and dusty record found
in an attic. Long forgotten.
The music just the same.
i was going to california and i had packed many things in the car. I was running away. all my most personal items were going with me, and they were packed in the truck. After a stop at a rest stop, i relized that the car was gone.
she rode with her trunk in the backseat, silently glancing in her rearview mirror every couple of seconds as making sure it was still there, like the memories it enclosed. But the person that the memories were about were long gone from her life.
It’s what you keep at the foot of your bed, the types of things grandma’s tell you to stay out of. I can remember the smell of my grandmother’s. Smells of cedar and musty fabrics, none of which seemed to go with the other.
I like to put things in the trunk of my car,
Packages, books, towels.
that way I feel like I am well supplied.
I like the trunk.
“mmmmph”. The only sounds he could make. His hands tied securely behind his back. His feet bound together. So little space, he kicks out at the confines.. The trunk.
The trunk is the part of the car that you hide things in. Things like literal bodies, or even the metaphorical ones. Old hobbies that you’re embarrassed to show to the world, old shoes that are worn out but you can’t seem to throw them away, old trinkets of lost pets, lost loves, lost everythings.
I have many trunks.
Some hold secrets
And all have stories.
I give you the key.
Keep it safe and hidden,
for no one but you and me.
my trunk was open the other day. i was trying to get christian to get his back back out, but he didnt want to so he tried just hitting it to close it. we thought that worked so we drove off. under my spedometer it just said “deck” and we didnt know what that meant, so christian googled it on his ipod. which wasnt loading. so at the intersection of robious ricky was behind us and told me it was my trunk, so we had to u-turn and fix it…
I always wondered what I would do if I were in a trunk. How would I even get in there but I know I would try to punch out the taillights. If worst came to worst I would submit, escape and be a samurai.
I saw it, it was in the trunk of you car.
I stopped for a moment and stared wondering.
Why? Why the hell would you have all of that in your car?
Then I thought about it. Really thought about it. It makes perfect sense. You’re a guy after all.
Just, really?
The trunk of your car,
The boos
The condoms,
And I’m pretty sure I gave you that banana last week.
I hid in the trunk as we played hide and seek, then suddenly, I felt the car moving. It came to me that I had jumped into the creepy neighbor next door’s trunk, who was going on a road trip vacation! What do I do now? Looks like I lost this game of hide and seek…
camion
traffic
road
songs
comfortable
transporting
coke
food
destination
hanging out
people
friends
places
tourists
visits
transportations
ways
fellas
highway
huggs
fast
time
babys
accidents
As the van slammed into the trunk of the Ginko tree, everyone shot forward and smashed against the seat backs as the van’s side doors sprang open. As the noises and dust settled, a leg reached out gingerly to find the ground.
trunk of an elephant. Pop the trunk like an elephant? …what? Car trunks swimming trunks. Trunks from DBZ. Antique trunks with the rounded tops to stop other trunks from sitting on top. Trunk.
I saw it, it was in the trunk of you car.
I stopped for a moment and stared wondering.
Why? Why the hell would you have all of that in your car?
Then I thought about it. It makes perfect sense. You’re a guy after all.
Just, really?
The trunk of your car,
The boos
The condoms,
And I’m pretty sure I gave you that banana last week.
As the van slammed into the truck of the Ginko tree, everyone shot forward and smashed against the seat backs as the van’s side doors sprang open. As the noises and dust settled, a leg reached out gingerly to find the ground.
tree trunks are brown. people’s bodies are called trunks. Americans call their boot trunks, weirdos. Elephants have trunks. I like elephants, they look like they’d give good hugs. Hugs are great. Nothing better than a good hug. I bet trees would give good hugs as well. Especially those trees from the Lord of the Rings, ents I think they’re called.
there was once a tree that lived in a forest far away from any type of civilization. It’s leaves were green and plentiful, and it’s trunk was wide and strong. It sat atop a hill that overlooked a great valley that had many people
Marty took a step back and looked at the trunk. So many things, so many memories..their entire life, down to this moment and this trunk. Tommy’s Diapers, her clothes, a few photos…that was all that was left. But sometimes, she mused, that’s all you need. The one you love and a few precious memories were all you needed to build a new life somewhere better.
The trunk was the best place to put it. WHat may you ask? Well of course the one thing that fits best in my trunk. You wonder what it was?
Well, it was my suitcase and supplies that would lead me and guide me through a grand adventure..the only one i want.
heaven.
in the trunk he had bats
in his heart he had love, resentment, and hate
in his front seat he had a clueless spun out girl who had no idea what she got herself into
but something stopped him
something saved her
pure luck?
that god everyone talks about at the church?
my dead papa?
i don’t know, but i true owe my life to whatever stopped that man that night.
on an elephant, long and coarse, very useful… he cleans himself with it and it helps the elephants eat. its very distinctive and extremely unique
fuck the trunk. it is full of shit and it smells. when it rains the trunk fills with water and it has ruined everything of value i had in the trunk. all that remains is musky wet paper and soggy carpet with some rusty tools and a spilt bottle of detergent. my trunk is of no use to me.
inside the trunk was a vast array of things. some things had use but most were junk or trash. the most usefull thing i saw was the donut tire and the jack to lift the car and replace it with
trunk of a tree below are roots that dwell into the earth reaching for life and for death
Tree trunks hold secrets
nobody knows what is on the inside
that’s really why people cut them down.
Counting rings to hear the stories
But the stories don’t ring when a tree is gone.