The trunk opened and close. I could not fit his stupid body in. I knew i shouldn’t have let my anger get to me. I killed him. Now what. I couldn’t even keep him in the trunk what am i susposed to do.
YETI
Yeti
If you meet him you might not come back
Fur on arms
He’s a beast
He is a………….YETI CRAB
Cameron
Raks while seeing this word I want to drink your mouth. Do you know my feeling dear? Not this silly kissing wish. The wish which is most lovable and enjoyable one dear. That is my truthful , affectionate, enjoyable and lively thought of yours.
laxmi
boot of a car. backside. tree trunk. nearly drunk. drunk on tea? ermm… bum. arse. bottom. behind. trunk of the body.
kt
I couldn’t just put her in the trunk, it was a dead body; but not any body.
It was Jane’s body, Jane’s dead body.
Anas
The trunk of the car was so much more stuffier than I realized. All those TV shows with people being kidnapped, and stuck in the trunks of cars never really prepares you for what lies in store. It’s cramped, it’s reeks of day old gym shoes and cheese, and it is pitch black.
The elephant was tall and majestic. A funny sort of description for a big fat wrinkled lazy bum with peanut butter breath. But this elephant was beautiful. dressed up in crimson reds, royal blues, deep purples, and shining golds.
Julia
The dull thud, thud, thud of the rain on the trunk of my car and my heart in my chest as I drove to a no-where land as a nothing kind of person, not a thing in the trunk, give or take those old bones I had decided to bury.
The politicians have packed their trunks and left the state of Iowa. The professional reporters, photographers and their camera units have packed up their trunks and bags and trucks and have followed the polticians out of state as well.
j.renee
I have heard about a story in which all the evils of the world were trapped in a trunk and were not supposed to be opened. But a girl opened it yielding to her curiosity and since then the evils have spread in the world like air.
sreenath
It is the back of the car. People put things in the back so they don’t have to put their things in the front with them. It is very handy for long road trips. Trunks can also be an elephants long nose. It is used for scooping up water and food. Another type of trunk can be a box looking somewhat like a treasure chest. It was used more in the olden days for storing cloths for journeys.
Cindy
the body was stashed. the lid slammed with a thud, the same sound her body had made hitting the floor. Now, she would never make a sound again.
Rebecca
It is the back of the car. People put things in the back so they don’t have to put their things in the front with them. It is very handy for long road trips. Trunks can also be an elephants long nose. It is used for scooping up water and food.
One day, i came across a picture and it said……………………………………………..
James
I love the expression junk in (my/your/his/her/the) trunk. It’s a fun and even kinda polite way of talking about the size of your ass. We’ve needed this for a long time.
cyndietodd
He kept in the back side behind the driver’s seat, wedged between the door and the bottom frame, for quick and easy access when he flew past a light and had to worry about getting pinched, although he didn’t want to, no one wanted to, and never thought that a situation like this would come up and he’d have to, but not with the law or the threat to go back, but with a simple minded fuck who riled him up on the highway, looking for an excuse to get a tire iron lodged in his left temple, and he asked for it, right, he had asked for it when he honked and tailgated like the prick he is, he wanted to make him pull over grab the cold metal, walk up on the side of the fuck’s car when he’s getting out the door and trunk him across the skull.
DMM
oh my the rear end of existence, my life as an afterthought–what do I do with this useless stack of nothing words spoken in nothing breath?
i have a trunk at the back of my car…I was just thinking that it needs to be cleaned out. It has bags, a stroller, and some blankets back there. That is too much stuff and it’s embarrassing when I want to fill the trunk with groceries, but it’s already full! My trunk will be empty tonight–it’s a date!
jnomanson
“I packed my grandmother’s trunk…” Ahh the memories of four hour car rides, or twelve hour ones depending on where we were going. We would pack Grandma’s trunk so many times-but they were beautiful times and I will never forget them.
k
the elephant trunk the trunk of the car the trunk you store your clothes in. I cant think of many other uses of the word.
I now have 60 more seconds to write even more!
they havent really thought this through, all I did was miss a required field. i’m so sorry for wasting your time reading this, it was a pointless entry.
Siobhán
emergency supplies; spare tire; locked; back; open; stashed; treasures or family memories; buried in the back yard; useful for shopping & transporting items
matt
The trunk belonged to my grandmother. It had a special meaning to her but not to me. I decided to go through its contents and possibly pawn it for money. I had no attachment to it.
Robyn
There was a mysterious trunk in the dark room. I didn’t know who it belonged to or what it was doing there. But somehow, someway, it was calling my name. I was gravitating towards it. It was like it had some magical power that pulled me close. Just as I approached the trunk a loud bang came. from behind me.
Robyn
I laid myself out one the trunk of the car as the hot August heat melted into my skin, waiting for my brother to arrive. Minutes seemed like hours out in the suffocating heat. But you never came.. You never came.
laughalot
I like the word trunk I feel like I am the worst villian that has ever lived. I also feel like I am stuffing a good guy in my own back trunk. Trunks rock.
Bmanning
The road was hard and bumpy. The ride was dark and unpleasant. Her seat was quite uncomfortable. All of this she realized in the back of the trunk.
Three day old snow in the trunk of my car. Driving through Utah, I stop, pop it, take a long look. In Arizona, I leave it by a cactus. Water drips onto the gravel by the side of the road. Thirsts and loving dances in the sand, rattlesnakes watching: the last shadows of winter fall from my soul.
Everybody knows that the personality of a car is all in the trunk. It can be happy, with a colorful spare tire. Or it could be dreary, with a sagging door and rotting contents.
One day, my sister trapped me in a trunk. I found I couldn’t breathe, even though it smelled nice, like a mixture of pie and fresh grass. I learned a lot of things that day. Like make sure you clean out your trunk every now and then, and learn to pick a lock.
Trunk. What a weird word. Rhymes with junk, yet nothing alike. Trunk. Trunk trunk trunk. Some people do not realize the sheer beauty of a good old trunk. I conclude my narration, hoping that you have learned things from this.
A trunk of a car can hold anything, Shoelaces, fruit, even old umbrellas. But don’t they hold more than that? Everybody knows that the personality of a car is all in the trunk.
Clare Walsh
There was a trunk in the attic. I was curious about what was inside. I tried to contain my interest and curiosity, but it was something I could not hide. Was there hidden treasure? Was there a skeleton inside?
Megan
it reminds me of CSI. how whenever someone gets kidnapped they always get thrown into a truck. It’s like “really people? You couldn’t think of something less cliche?” Man, do I Hate Cliches. Like a lot….
Elita Miller
the best thing
about an
elephant
is his
trunk.
long and gray and beautiful
extraordinary
in a million
different ways
I’ve got a chronic case of junk in my trunk and a highly-contagious stye in my eye and some consequential tears in my ears and…and dried poopie smeared on the underside of my right hand?!?
The trunk of my desires stands useless, waiting, a repository for dreams that never become real, for a life that never coalesced into meaning. The trunk of youth, the trunk of desire, the trunk of broken dreams. What remains is too old to be of use.
Storage. Going on family trips, the trunk can be one’s life force. Being able to store as much in there is the goal of many. Whoever thought of adding a trunk to a car was genius. However think about how much stress that has caused people, with the arranging of the contents.
Juan Garrido
I hide you in the trunk of my car, like I hide my secrets in the closet. No one will find you. After the first time, you screamed! Silly mistake, but that was easily covered up with a snip of the tongue. Makes a nice object to sell. Two weeks you’ve been in there, and you are not coming out. You’re just added to my pile of secrets, all bloody, like the trunk of my car.
I have always wanted a sort of trunk to put at the base of my bed. I read once in my old books of the hope chests girls would make for when they got married. How wonderful it would be to dream and hope that someday you might get married and use on of these memorable trunks!
Morgan
the trunk of the lone tree in the desert stood tall and firm, dry from the base, yet it could listen and drone, in simplicity exist alone.
The trunk opened and close. I could not fit his stupid body in. I knew i shouldn’t have let my anger get to me. I killed him. Now what. I couldn’t even keep him in the trunk what am i susposed to do.
My truck is packed. I am on my way. Where am I going? Where will I end up? Who will I meet? I have no idea.
YETI
Yeti
If you meet him you might not come back
Fur on arms
He’s a beast
He is a………….YETI CRAB
Raks while seeing this word I want to drink your mouth. Do you know my feeling dear? Not this silly kissing wish. The wish which is most lovable and enjoyable one dear. That is my truthful , affectionate, enjoyable and lively thought of yours.
boot of a car. backside. tree trunk. nearly drunk. drunk on tea? ermm… bum. arse. bottom. behind. trunk of the body.
I couldn’t just put her in the trunk, it was a dead body; but not any body.
It was Jane’s body, Jane’s dead body.
The trunk of the car was so much more stuffier than I realized. All those TV shows with people being kidnapped, and stuck in the trunks of cars never really prepares you for what lies in store. It’s cramped, it’s reeks of day old gym shoes and cheese, and it is pitch black.
The elephant was tall and majestic. A funny sort of description for a big fat wrinkled lazy bum with peanut butter breath. But this elephant was beautiful. dressed up in crimson reds, royal blues, deep purples, and shining golds.
The dull thud, thud, thud of the rain on the trunk of my car and my heart in my chest as I drove to a no-where land as a nothing kind of person, not a thing in the trunk, give or take those old bones I had decided to bury.
The politicians have packed their trunks and left the state of Iowa. The professional reporters, photographers and their camera units have packed up their trunks and bags and trucks and have followed the polticians out of state as well.
I have heard about a story in which all the evils of the world were trapped in a trunk and were not supposed to be opened. But a girl opened it yielding to her curiosity and since then the evils have spread in the world like air.
It is the back of the car. People put things in the back so they don’t have to put their things in the front with them. It is very handy for long road trips. Trunks can also be an elephants long nose. It is used for scooping up water and food. Another type of trunk can be a box looking somewhat like a treasure chest. It was used more in the olden days for storing cloths for journeys.
the body was stashed. the lid slammed with a thud, the same sound her body had made hitting the floor. Now, she would never make a sound again.
It is the back of the car. People put things in the back so they don’t have to put their things in the front with them. It is very handy for long road trips. Trunks can also be an elephants long nose. It is used for scooping up water and food.
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One day, i came across a picture and it said……………………………………………..
I love the expression junk in (my/your/his/her/the) trunk. It’s a fun and even kinda polite way of talking about the size of your ass. We’ve needed this for a long time.
He kept in the back side behind the driver’s seat, wedged between the door and the bottom frame, for quick and easy access when he flew past a light and had to worry about getting pinched, although he didn’t want to, no one wanted to, and never thought that a situation like this would come up and he’d have to, but not with the law or the threat to go back, but with a simple minded fuck who riled him up on the highway, looking for an excuse to get a tire iron lodged in his left temple, and he asked for it, right, he had asked for it when he honked and tailgated like the prick he is, he wanted to make him pull over grab the cold metal, walk up on the side of the fuck’s car when he’s getting out the door and trunk him across the skull.
oh my the rear end of existence, my life as an afterthought–what do I do with this useless stack of nothing words spoken in nothing breath?
i have a trunk at the back of my car…I was just thinking that it needs to be cleaned out. It has bags, a stroller, and some blankets back there. That is too much stuff and it’s embarrassing when I want to fill the trunk with groceries, but it’s already full! My trunk will be empty tonight–it’s a date!
“I packed my grandmother’s trunk…” Ahh the memories of four hour car rides, or twelve hour ones depending on where we were going. We would pack Grandma’s trunk so many times-but they were beautiful times and I will never forget them.
the elephant trunk the trunk of the car the trunk you store your clothes in. I cant think of many other uses of the word.
I now have 60 more seconds to write even more!
they havent really thought this through, all I did was miss a required field. i’m so sorry for wasting your time reading this, it was a pointless entry.
emergency supplies; spare tire; locked; back; open; stashed; treasures or family memories; buried in the back yard; useful for shopping & transporting items
The trunk belonged to my grandmother. It had a special meaning to her but not to me. I decided to go through its contents and possibly pawn it for money. I had no attachment to it.
There was a mysterious trunk in the dark room. I didn’t know who it belonged to or what it was doing there. But somehow, someway, it was calling my name. I was gravitating towards it. It was like it had some magical power that pulled me close. Just as I approached the trunk a loud bang came. from behind me.
I laid myself out one the trunk of the car as the hot August heat melted into my skin, waiting for my brother to arrive. Minutes seemed like hours out in the suffocating heat. But you never came.. You never came.
I like the word trunk I feel like I am the worst villian that has ever lived. I also feel like I am stuffing a good guy in my own back trunk. Trunks rock.
The road was hard and bumpy. The ride was dark and unpleasant. Her seat was quite uncomfortable. All of this she realized in the back of the trunk.
Three day old snow in the trunk of my car. Driving through Utah, I stop, pop it, take a long look. In Arizona, I leave it by a cactus. Water drips onto the gravel by the side of the road. Thirsts and loving dances in the sand, rattlesnakes watching: the last shadows of winter fall from my soul.
Everybody knows that the personality of a car is all in the trunk. It can be happy, with a colorful spare tire. Or it could be dreary, with a sagging door and rotting contents.
One day, my sister trapped me in a trunk. I found I couldn’t breathe, even though it smelled nice, like a mixture of pie and fresh grass. I learned a lot of things that day. Like make sure you clean out your trunk every now and then, and learn to pick a lock.
Trunk. What a weird word. Rhymes with junk, yet nothing alike. Trunk. Trunk trunk trunk. Some people do not realize the sheer beauty of a good old trunk. I conclude my narration, hoping that you have learned things from this.
A trunk of a car can hold anything, Shoelaces, fruit, even old umbrellas. But don’t they hold more than that? Everybody knows that the personality of a car is all in the trunk.
There was a trunk in the attic. I was curious about what was inside. I tried to contain my interest and curiosity, but it was something I could not hide. Was there hidden treasure? Was there a skeleton inside?
it reminds me of CSI. how whenever someone gets kidnapped they always get thrown into a truck. It’s like “really people? You couldn’t think of something less cliche?” Man, do I Hate Cliches. Like a lot….
the best thing
about an
elephant
is his
trunk.
long and gray and beautiful
extraordinary
in a million
different ways
I’ve got a chronic case of junk in my trunk and a highly-contagious stye in my eye and some consequential tears in my ears and…and dried poopie smeared on the underside of my right hand?!?
The trunk of my desires stands useless, waiting, a repository for dreams that never become real, for a life that never coalesced into meaning. The trunk of youth, the trunk of desire, the trunk of broken dreams. What remains is too old to be of use.
Storage. Going on family trips, the trunk can be one’s life force. Being able to store as much in there is the goal of many. Whoever thought of adding a trunk to a car was genius. However think about how much stress that has caused people, with the arranging of the contents.
I hide you in the trunk of my car, like I hide my secrets in the closet. No one will find you. After the first time, you screamed! Silly mistake, but that was easily covered up with a snip of the tongue. Makes a nice object to sell. Two weeks you’ve been in there, and you are not coming out. You’re just added to my pile of secrets, all bloody, like the trunk of my car.
I have always wanted a sort of trunk to put at the base of my bed. I read once in my old books of the hope chests girls would make for when they got married. How wonderful it would be to dream and hope that someday you might get married and use on of these memorable trunks!
the trunk of the lone tree in the desert stood tall and firm, dry from the base, yet it could listen and drone, in simplicity exist alone.