It can be a tool that is used in garages. When I think about it I think about it as a weapon as a way to kill someone. Thanks a lot Clue and CSI. I’m corrupt forever, and will never be innocent again
I once stole a wrench from my grandfathers cupboard. It was old and rusty and reminded me an item I would find in an antique store. Peelings of rust crumbled in my hand and the strong smell stayed with me.
Máire
Cocking my head, I felt a dimple tugging at the corner of my mouth as I tried not to smile. I ran my tongue along my fangs, my ice blue eyes continued to glare at the monster before me. Several innocent people died at his hands, and for what? His pure amusement? Tonight was my turn to be amused, and the silly little wrench he held in his hands offered no protection.
The only time i’ve ever seen a wrench is in my fathers toolbox. Actually, I may have used one at a point in time when I decided I was gonna be crafty and make a tomb for my social studies mummy project in 7th grade. It didn’t turn out very well. It was spray painted silver.
Crystal
what! how could she!? she stole my father! and now all alone i drive away and i will never look back! tomorrow they wed and there is nothing i can do about! what will i do now? i have no home.
A wrench is something you tighten screws with. At least the technical term. You could be a wrench like some homeless person, or maybe that just sounds like it….I’m not too sure. This word is boring though. I’m finished.
Callie
wrench…tool….we used it to put together the stage for high school…it was for hamber idol…that event was full of fixing and mending..but in the end it didn’t fix our friendship
tightening something that was loose. a tool that is used with the human hands. I am sure that a device has been invented that is an automatic wrench however we should work like our ancestors and use our sweat and energy
Amber Boll
Understanding what makes things move was lennons job. It was his responsability. He was a mechanic. fuck. people needed him. they needed him to make things go, to make things work. without him they’d be like cuba, derelict. decrepid. he gave things a second life. a small hand touched his shoulder
Katie Hall
He wrenched the bottle from her hand, “How dare you do this to me? To her?” She loves you, she thought. There’s no way to bear the pain of knowing that.
“Why do you care?” She screamed.
Allie
This stench of the wrench which screwed me over begins to be my endeavor, my forever.
i guess it’s the same word. monkeys. i think abot monkeys. monkey s who do nothing but sit around. monkeys without a care in the world only where the nezt glorious bug hole is. the monkey who are supposably share an ancestor with us, i’m not saying i do not believe because anything is possible. what gets me is that is nothing is proven then absolutely anything is possible.
verukt
Wrench.
Loosen me from my life.
Protect me from my strife.
Be the adjustments I need.
Listen to me when I plead.
Raven Howard
It was Saturday. The day me and dad go to the hardware store. We walked in their like gods. I miss him so much. This wrench will be the death of me. Holding on to what’s left..
Raven Howard
Just sixty seconds to wrench something good out of my heart and soul.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Well, all dried up and still have thirty seconds left.
Jamey Warren
The wrench was not the right size to help take the nob off of the sink. I had to ask my dad what size did he need. Our sink was filling up with water. A mess was all over the kitchen. My mom was bringing in more towels to help mop up the water on the floor.
Cindy Gregory
A wrench is used often times when doing work. I know for a fact that my family has many wrenches in out garage. Alex’s wrench is painted green while Ben’s wrench is painted blue. We did that so they wouldn’t get mixed up.
emily h
pull and push it around in circles like figure eights until there isn’t anything left until the black and blue and silver grease comes back around when there should be time to go around the bend around the world like a trapeze like a box that fits and closes and opens revealing more than it ever had but then the circus ends and twists and turns around in a fit.
The wrenching pain of his tears was not withstand able. I just couldn’t imagine that I had made someone feel that way. I may have been more upset by his reaction to the news than he was to the news itself. I would do anything to take that one word back.
I took my father’s wrench and decided to go in for the attack, i slowly walked toward my little brother, his back to me, playing a videogame. as i walked towards him, sweat dripping from my forehead, i raised my shaky arm, weapon in hand, and brought it down on his head with a vicious blow. My heart pounding, i struck again and again and again. Once i stopped seeing red i observed my work. What a mess i had made but oh well, that’s what he gets for messing with my stuff.
Thomas
when i think of wrench. i think of a wench.. oddly enough..
cierra k
As they raced pass him, the wrench in his hand fell to the floor. He wanted to scream, maybe even grab one or two of them and give them a good spanking, but as he watched them, the expression on his face went from grim to awed.
monkey wrench with a donkey on a bench and he sat with a wench with a pension. and i ate at home cos i have bones and i need calcium to support them. or they’ll snap. brittle. like my mind. cos it’s easily broken. madness.
Amber Heavens
this seems to be the only word that ever comes up on this site. strange. anyway, as i said, monkey wrench. sounds like wretch, or wren. silent ‘w’. i don’t really know what a wrench does. the font is purple; i wonder what you guys do w/ these responses. yup…………………………………………………………………………………..
becky
Wrench my heart wrench my soul,leave it all alone, surrender to the twisted nut. Tight in its elegance and fortitude and peace.
wrenching the sordid novel from her hands, he yelled with conviction, “filth! nothing but absolute filth! i forbid you from furthering you’re readings if this is the sort of ‘literature’ you would choose
im not really sure what wrenches are… I mean I do, but the only image that pops into my head is of my dad using it to fix stuff around the house. Or maybe the action of taking something from someone.. I believe? Hmm… Yes now I know what wrenches are. My dad always asked me to bring it from the toolbox. I think I’ve used it once or twice to break my dog’s kibble when it was too big for her! Poor thing :)
Hannah
Kelso swore violently as a loose panel fell off the terminal and hit him squarely in the head. He continued to swear violently, smacking at the terminal with his wrench, even as Marili called, “You alright, dear?” Apparently, she took the cursing to mean ‘yes.’ And, really, it did. “I’ve heard things respond better to kindness!”
“This thing is haunted and needs to be exorcised!”
“No, it’s just broken, dear.”
In the old, rusty garage looking for a wrench, I fell upon an old photo. It was me and my old friend. As happy as i thought i was, I couldn’t be more happier than now. Things have changed for the better and i greatly approve.
The wrench exists within all of us,slowly twisting us in to a shape we determine only by our own volition. Twist it the wrong way and you will go nuts the right way and the nut will be just ok…
Neil Garvey
a wrench, or spanner, is a tool used for tightening nuts. it is successful due to the law of moments, which states that an equal force exerted at a greater perpendicular distance will incur a stronger turning force on the nut. the wrench is one of the murder weapons from the popular board game ‘cluedo’.
rob
A tool in my hand. A tool of the mind. Whether physical or psychological it is effective, or not. Use it how you will or don’t use it how you won’t.
I think the most fascinating things in life are the ones that hurt. The things that take the wind out of you and jerk teers and provoke you to do things you wouldn’t otherwise. I take notice of this more often as I age. The wrench on the universe tightens me into something that would ghave once been loose and free to express the feeling that society as a whole looks down on. Crying in public, for example, only seems to be th norm when your peers are all three and have diapers just like yours. Well, not just like yours. It’s another symbol of social status, mind you. which begins, ends and is enabled by none othe than… Yes, you guessed it. Your mother.
I wrenched it away, because I was afraid it would break. My heart lies in pieces and you try to take it anyways? Do you think I’m a fool? It belongs to someone else. I can’t give it to you.
He picked the wrench up and began to hammer on the door. It was locked and nothing on earth would budge it. He look round for another means of escape, but there was none!
mollygolver
Silver and cold
twisting pulling turning
freeing nails from hold
Cranking setting nails in place
What am I?
Ellen
He flung the wrench into leaf pile as the children raced around him in the yard. He heard the sounds of them laughing, the boisterous, warming shouts of glee, and the megawatt grin he fought to abstain came hard and fast.
Brittany
I fix things, my wrench is my favorite tool. One wrench in particular, the monkey wrench. DON’T WANNA BE YOUR MONKEY WRENCH! danananana, foo fighters said it better than anybody. I don’t want to be your tool, cunt.
Kevin
“Toss me the wrench.” Abbey growled, holding her hand out. The young man behind her quickly shuffled grabbing it from the tool box. She took it with a rough hand, leaning more into the car engine.
“So you going to tell me what’s wrong with it?” The man standing on the side frowned.
It can be a tool that is used in garages. When I think about it I think about it as a weapon as a way to kill someone. Thanks a lot Clue and CSI. I’m corrupt forever, and will never be innocent again
I once stole a wrench from my grandfathers cupboard. It was old and rusty and reminded me an item I would find in an antique store. Peelings of rust crumbled in my hand and the strong smell stayed with me.
Cocking my head, I felt a dimple tugging at the corner of my mouth as I tried not to smile. I ran my tongue along my fangs, my ice blue eyes continued to glare at the monster before me. Several innocent people died at his hands, and for what? His pure amusement? Tonight was my turn to be amused, and the silly little wrench he held in his hands offered no protection.
The only time i’ve ever seen a wrench is in my fathers toolbox. Actually, I may have used one at a point in time when I decided I was gonna be crafty and make a tomb for my social studies mummy project in 7th grade. It didn’t turn out very well. It was spray painted silver.
what! how could she!? she stole my father! and now all alone i drive away and i will never look back! tomorrow they wed and there is nothing i can do about! what will i do now? i have no home.
A wrench is something you tighten screws with. At least the technical term. You could be a wrench like some homeless person, or maybe that just sounds like it….I’m not too sure. This word is boring though. I’m finished.
wrench…tool….we used it to put together the stage for high school…it was for hamber idol…that event was full of fixing and mending..but in the end it didn’t fix our friendship
tightening something that was loose. a tool that is used with the human hands. I am sure that a device has been invented that is an automatic wrench however we should work like our ancestors and use our sweat and energy
Understanding what makes things move was lennons job. It was his responsability. He was a mechanic. fuck. people needed him. they needed him to make things go, to make things work. without him they’d be like cuba, derelict. decrepid. he gave things a second life. a small hand touched his shoulder
He wrenched the bottle from her hand, “How dare you do this to me? To her?” She loves you, she thought. There’s no way to bear the pain of knowing that.
“Why do you care?” She screamed.
This stench of the wrench which screwed me over begins to be my endeavor, my forever.
i guess it’s the same word. monkeys. i think abot monkeys. monkey s who do nothing but sit around. monkeys without a care in the world only where the nezt glorious bug hole is. the monkey who are supposably share an ancestor with us, i’m not saying i do not believe because anything is possible. what gets me is that is nothing is proven then absolutely anything is possible.
Wrench.
Loosen me from my life.
Protect me from my strife.
Be the adjustments I need.
Listen to me when I plead.
It was Saturday. The day me and dad go to the hardware store. We walked in their like gods. I miss him so much. This wrench will be the death of me. Holding on to what’s left..
Just sixty seconds to wrench something good out of my heart and soul.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Well, all dried up and still have thirty seconds left.
The wrench was not the right size to help take the nob off of the sink. I had to ask my dad what size did he need. Our sink was filling up with water. A mess was all over the kitchen. My mom was bringing in more towels to help mop up the water on the floor.
A wrench is used often times when doing work. I know for a fact that my family has many wrenches in out garage. Alex’s wrench is painted green while Ben’s wrench is painted blue. We did that so they wouldn’t get mixed up.
pull and push it around in circles like figure eights until there isn’t anything left until the black and blue and silver grease comes back around when there should be time to go around the bend around the world like a trapeze like a box that fits and closes and opens revealing more than it ever had but then the circus ends and twists and turns around in a fit.
The wrenching pain of his tears was not withstand able. I just couldn’t imagine that I had made someone feel that way. I may have been more upset by his reaction to the news than he was to the news itself. I would do anything to take that one word back.
Lady: It’s easy to wrench you away from my thoughts- but I must admit, it sure as hell is hard to remove you from the intangibility of my heart.
I took my father’s wrench and decided to go in for the attack, i slowly walked toward my little brother, his back to me, playing a videogame. as i walked towards him, sweat dripping from my forehead, i raised my shaky arm, weapon in hand, and brought it down on his head with a vicious blow. My heart pounding, i struck again and again and again. Once i stopped seeing red i observed my work. What a mess i had made but oh well, that’s what he gets for messing with my stuff.
when i think of wrench. i think of a wench.. oddly enough..
As they raced pass him, the wrench in his hand fell to the floor. He wanted to scream, maybe even grab one or two of them and give them a good spanking, but as he watched them, the expression on his face went from grim to awed.
monkey wrench with a donkey on a bench and he sat with a wench with a pension. and i ate at home cos i have bones and i need calcium to support them. or they’ll snap. brittle. like my mind. cos it’s easily broken. madness.
this seems to be the only word that ever comes up on this site. strange. anyway, as i said, monkey wrench. sounds like wretch, or wren. silent ‘w’. i don’t really know what a wrench does. the font is purple; i wonder what you guys do w/ these responses. yup…………………………………………………………………………………..
Wrench my heart wrench my soul,leave it all alone, surrender to the twisted nut. Tight in its elegance and fortitude and peace.
wrenching the sordid novel from her hands, he yelled with conviction, “filth! nothing but absolute filth! i forbid you from furthering you’re readings if this is the sort of ‘literature’ you would choose
im not really sure what wrenches are… I mean I do, but the only image that pops into my head is of my dad using it to fix stuff around the house. Or maybe the action of taking something from someone.. I believe? Hmm… Yes now I know what wrenches are. My dad always asked me to bring it from the toolbox. I think I’ve used it once or twice to break my dog’s kibble when it was too big for her! Poor thing :)
Kelso swore violently as a loose panel fell off the terminal and hit him squarely in the head. He continued to swear violently, smacking at the terminal with his wrench, even as Marili called, “You alright, dear?” Apparently, she took the cursing to mean ‘yes.’ And, really, it did. “I’ve heard things respond better to kindness!”
“This thing is haunted and needs to be exorcised!”
“No, it’s just broken, dear.”
In the old, rusty garage looking for a wrench, I fell upon an old photo. It was me and my old friend. As happy as i thought i was, I couldn’t be more happier than now. Things have changed for the better and i greatly approve.
The wrench exists within all of us,slowly twisting us in to a shape we determine only by our own volition. Twist it the wrong way and you will go nuts the right way and the nut will be just ok…
a wrench, or spanner, is a tool used for tightening nuts. it is successful due to the law of moments, which states that an equal force exerted at a greater perpendicular distance will incur a stronger turning force on the nut. the wrench is one of the murder weapons from the popular board game ‘cluedo’.
A tool in my hand. A tool of the mind. Whether physical or psychological it is effective, or not. Use it how you will or don’t use it how you won’t.
I think the most fascinating things in life are the ones that hurt. The things that take the wind out of you and jerk teers and provoke you to do things you wouldn’t otherwise. I take notice of this more often as I age. The wrench on the universe tightens me into something that would ghave once been loose and free to express the feeling that society as a whole looks down on. Crying in public, for example, only seems to be th norm when your peers are all three and have diapers just like yours. Well, not just like yours. It’s another symbol of social status, mind you. which begins, ends and is enabled by none othe than… Yes, you guessed it. Your mother.
I wrenched it away, because I was afraid it would break. My heart lies in pieces and you try to take it anyways? Do you think I’m a fool? It belongs to someone else. I can’t give it to you.
He picked the wrench up and began to hammer on the door. It was locked and nothing on earth would budge it. He look round for another means of escape, but there was none!
Silver and cold
twisting pulling turning
freeing nails from hold
Cranking setting nails in place
What am I?
He flung the wrench into leaf pile as the children raced around him in the yard. He heard the sounds of them laughing, the boisterous, warming shouts of glee, and the megawatt grin he fought to abstain came hard and fast.
I fix things, my wrench is my favorite tool. One wrench in particular, the monkey wrench. DON’T WANNA BE YOUR MONKEY WRENCH! danananana, foo fighters said it better than anybody. I don’t want to be your tool, cunt.
“Toss me the wrench.” Abbey growled, holding her hand out. The young man behind her quickly shuffled grabbing it from the tool box. She took it with a rough hand, leaning more into the car engine.
“So you going to tell me what’s wrong with it?” The man standing on the side frowned.