most people would think a wrench would be used as a tool to fix something, but in this case it was used as a murder weapon. that’s right a murder was committed using a wrench. Some of you may be thinking how in the world did someone get killed by a wrench.
Tiana
Wrenched apart with the words said and thoughts left unsaid. The times left to tear apart with the desire to mend. But the wrenching lives as a reminder of the days that cannot be repaired, though the wrench can repair: it tears apart more than anything.
I don’t even know that the hell a wrench is. Like, I know I should learn some practical uses of my life, but I’m not that kind of person. I’m a thinker; a literati; a no-common-sense person. That is who I am, and that is how I live. I can’t live any other way. Still, I suppose it would be nice to learn how to use a wrench. Maybe, then, I might just stop making excuses.
Elizabeth
I couldnt wrench myself away from her. She was the child I had carried and the woman I wished for and my embrace could only contain her tears.
nannan
I like to fix things, the way a tool fixes things, not by thinking about it or worrying about it, but just by doing it. Wrenches rock, they just do one thing, but they do it perfectly.
Jared
ugly whore witch wicked green face disgusting hooker melissa chewing melting wrench screw driver displeasing turn knob fix
GDub
In the days that pass by, I wonder why oh why. I have a wrench here and it’s attached to my heart. The wonderful ways I can wrench things apart. There are the friendships and the ones I hold dear, torn apart with the wrench that is my heart full of fears.
Beth
Wrench
Thank you
You’ve wrenched out my heart
And I never thought
I’d ever hurt
This bad
Thought I was untouchable
No strings attached
Wrong
Wrong
You got me
I want to cry
But I won’t let myself
If I have to feel this pain
I’ll feel it inside
Cause
I don’t want
Anyone
To know that you
Wrenched my heart out
I had to wrench it from his lips, like gold from the palms of a statue. He spit and out came the beautiful words. They floated like feathers from heaven, three small drips from the faucet:
“I love you”
A tear slipped as the words stroked my lips.
Gee
Every day, that wrench just sat there, watching me from its privileged position on top of the toolbox. It was as though it was waiting for me to do something. One slip up, that’s all it would take.
oh, yes, the monkeywrench gang. wrench me outta the status quo, the icky picky, wrench me out of the thick and sticky, put the sugar in the gas tank and go go go, get up and cut the not-cut, the clear cut, no you don’t wanna… you wanna wrench it, you wanna stick a monkeywrench into the works, you want the works to stop workin’ cuz they don’t work good no more, you want to actually tear up the system and fight it so we can unite it… with the wrench…
Sarah Supernova
this is a tool. it reminds me of my dad, I guess. because he is our family’s “handy man.” you use it to tighten things, like knuts and bolts, I think.
Kendall Machledt
There’s an anarchist book club in the northern part of my state called “Wrench in the Works”. It’s always amazed me that some of the ideals of the punk rock culture are still present today.
i cheated. because i started writing something earlier. but then my mind went all a muddle and i panicked and ran away. i’d call this a mulligan, except it’s not because i’m wasting my time explaining myself so much that i can’t think of a proper sentence to go w/ wrench. all i can think up is wretched and now my time is up.
A:Don’t wrench my contract
B: It’s written in our secret language
A:ok, just don’t wrench it
B: how could I wrench a contract with my conscience?
A: You’d figure out a way
a tool, like robert maclellan. its got a weird shape to fix bolts because of the way it is hahahaha. wow, i really think that this could be helpful to becoming a better writer. I could really use some perfection in this area. wow, these purple things are so wrenching close.
Andrew
Wrench. When i think of wrench i think of my dads tool room. a dark and scary place even now, dark humming of the fridge, and creepyness of the windows. the place always scared me when i was little, and it still does today
sydney
A wrench to murder my classmates. I wrench in pain. My face wrenches and distorts in fear. When you look at a word long enough, it seems to change and looks odd. Wrench. Weird.
jess
The wrench was of no use to the old man any longer. Without his child there to ask, “Daddy, what is THIS tool?”, the tools in his garage held no significance. Significance gone, shattered… Just as the bones of his child.
Life.
Tools.
Wrenches.
Dead.
Spencer Garrison
The pain suddenly wrenched be back to reality. My jellied eyes and skin shrieked with the most intense pain imaginable, but that only lasted a moment before my whole house was wrenched from its foundation and blown completely free of the foundation leaving me to stare up into the sky and the massive fireball that was roiling above the vaporized city I used to call my home town. It seems that everyone’s problems were now pretty much solved.
Well, wrench. It could be two things. One thing it could be is a tool that tightens things, like a old fashioned bike i once had. Another thing it could be is a pull. that hurts.
clarke German
THe wrench was tightening on her toe. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. He looked expectantly into her eyes, just waiting for her to break. With each turn she became more oblivious to his presence.
Citydiva
She wrung the soaked shirt in her hands. As the water swelled and dribbled to the floor, she relished in the gushing sensation and deep red color. She could feel her insides twist with the seething intentions.
i opened something with a wrench. It seemed to work much better than my bare hands. Little did I know, I accidentally committed a crime… I open a fire extinguisher on the street! Damn. Who knew that something that could be used to fix a pipe in your home could cause such a mess? Could assist with the waste of so many gallons of water?
FaithT
wrench
Emily
again, with the wrench.
no, really. again. pull your arm back and bring your hand down, hard, right across the back of the neck. then again. again. and the blood is soaking into the library carpet, red red red.
well done, professor plum.
jay
“WRENCH!” he commanded.
She passed him the wrench.
“DRILL!” he commanded.
She handed him the drill.
“SCREW!” he commanded.
“Screw this,” she replied.
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Once a sparkling silver, now coated in liquid crimson. The hilt coated in fingerprints of what was once hatred but now regret. He lied, he cheated, she couldn’t take anymore. So she used the first tool she could find, she used it to it’s full extent. She used it for revenge.
Vivian
I like my wrench… I use it to fix things. Sometimes my wrench is too big, but mostly it’s too small. Sometimes I want to throw my wrench at windows and break them… sometimes I want to wrench someone in the face. Wrenches are easy to use, and people who can’t use them are stupid. I’m not stupid- I know how to use my wrench.
Danielle
i really have nothing to say about wrenches. or wrenching.
wrenching away from something. or someone. or both.
a someone that is a some ~something.
that can’t be ignored any longer.
or loved any harder.
or painfully.
jay
Gordon Freeman used a tool like a wrench in Half-Life. Of course that was a crowbar. Jack Ryan from BioShock does use a wrench. Hey, why do they call it a monkey wrench? It doesn’t look anything like a monkey. Wrenches are tools people use and they can be helpful. I can’t remember ever having to use one myself th
Ryan
She just couldn’t wrench her wrist out of his grip, no matter how hard she twisted and pulled from him. His hold was like a vice-grip, chaining them together. As hard as she tried to hate him for being so brutally possessive, it secretly made her beam on the inside, knowing that no matter what, he would never let her leave. Not that she really wanted to, anyway…
The worker threw the rusted wrench at his boss and shouted his anger so that his voice rose high above the noise of the construction crew around him. “What the fuck you doing, man?” the boss yelled, just barely ducking in time and backing away. “It’s wrench-throwing day!” The worker ripped his shirt off to reveal his bloated gut and ran rolled around in the mud.
I remember when I was young working in my fathers gas station, cleaning and straightening all his tools in his tool boxes. He had a tool box just for his wrenches, with a place that fit the smallest wrench to the biggest.
Mary Lou Wynegar
hmm at first i saw “wench” then i thought of “witch” but then i realized it was “wrench,” the tool, what you tighten stuff with. like a bottle and a cork, but the opposite. like making something fit and keeping it secure, like security. we all like security. who doesn’t?
Chloe
They pulled him away from me. I screamed that he was the only one I would ever love, but I was helpless as they dragged him away. I was to marry better, marry for prestige, but he was meant to be mine no matter what “they” say.
Charis
literal: a tool. silver, hard, difficult, movable.
to be wrenched from someone- moved with force, torn away.
heart wrenched, heart broken. romeo and juliet. to be torn away from the one you love.
sophie
my heart wrenched at the sight of him, her. them. though pain has never been a stranger to me – rather, my constant companion these past twenty years – i was not prepared for the sudden convulsion of anguish that seized my chest, the pulsing of blood in my left temple. yes, while it is true that pain has been a cruel friend of a sort, he had decided now of all times to unleash his full depravity on my unsuspecting humanity.
and in that moment, i realized how wrong i was for thinking that the heart was capable of withstanding such torture.
most people would think a wrench would be used as a tool to fix something, but in this case it was used as a murder weapon. that’s right a murder was committed using a wrench. Some of you may be thinking how in the world did someone get killed by a wrench.
Wrenched apart with the words said and thoughts left unsaid. The times left to tear apart with the desire to mend. But the wrenching lives as a reminder of the days that cannot be repaired, though the wrench can repair: it tears apart more than anything.
I don’t even know that the hell a wrench is. Like, I know I should learn some practical uses of my life, but I’m not that kind of person. I’m a thinker; a literati; a no-common-sense person. That is who I am, and that is how I live. I can’t live any other way. Still, I suppose it would be nice to learn how to use a wrench. Maybe, then, I might just stop making excuses.
I couldnt wrench myself away from her. She was the child I had carried and the woman I wished for and my embrace could only contain her tears.
I like to fix things, the way a tool fixes things, not by thinking about it or worrying about it, but just by doing it. Wrenches rock, they just do one thing, but they do it perfectly.
ugly whore witch wicked green face disgusting hooker melissa chewing melting wrench screw driver displeasing turn knob fix
In the days that pass by, I wonder why oh why. I have a wrench here and it’s attached to my heart. The wonderful ways I can wrench things apart. There are the friendships and the ones I hold dear, torn apart with the wrench that is my heart full of fears.
Wrench
Thank you
You’ve wrenched out my heart
And I never thought
I’d ever hurt
This bad
Thought I was untouchable
No strings attached
Wrong
Wrong
You got me
I want to cry
But I won’t let myself
If I have to feel this pain
I’ll feel it inside
Cause
I don’t want
Anyone
To know that you
Wrenched my heart out
I had to wrench it from his lips, like gold from the palms of a statue. He spit and out came the beautiful words. They floated like feathers from heaven, three small drips from the faucet:
“I love you”
A tear slipped as the words stroked my lips.
Every day, that wrench just sat there, watching me from its privileged position on top of the toolbox. It was as though it was waiting for me to do something. One slip up, that’s all it would take.
“Hand me a wrench, would ya, Sonnie?”
I handed him his wrench, but tentatively. I was still angry with him, and I wanted him to know it.
oh, yes, the monkeywrench gang. wrench me outta the status quo, the icky picky, wrench me out of the thick and sticky, put the sugar in the gas tank and go go go, get up and cut the not-cut, the clear cut, no you don’t wanna… you wanna wrench it, you wanna stick a monkeywrench into the works, you want the works to stop workin’ cuz they don’t work good no more, you want to actually tear up the system and fight it so we can unite it… with the wrench…
this is a tool. it reminds me of my dad, I guess. because he is our family’s “handy man.” you use it to tighten things, like knuts and bolts, I think.
There’s an anarchist book club in the northern part of my state called “Wrench in the Works”. It’s always amazed me that some of the ideals of the punk rock culture are still present today.
i cheated. because i started writing something earlier. but then my mind went all a muddle and i panicked and ran away. i’d call this a mulligan, except it’s not because i’m wasting my time explaining myself so much that i can’t think of a proper sentence to go w/ wrench. all i can think up is wretched and now my time is up.
A:Don’t wrench my contract
B: It’s written in our secret language
A:ok, just don’t wrench it
B: how could I wrench a contract with my conscience?
A: You’d figure out a way
a tool, like robert maclellan. its got a weird shape to fix bolts because of the way it is hahahaha. wow, i really think that this could be helpful to becoming a better writer. I could really use some perfection in this area. wow, these purple things are so wrenching close.
Wrench. When i think of wrench i think of my dads tool room. a dark and scary place even now, dark humming of the fridge, and creepyness of the windows. the place always scared me when i was little, and it still does today
A wrench to murder my classmates. I wrench in pain. My face wrenches and distorts in fear. When you look at a word long enough, it seems to change and looks odd. Wrench. Weird.
The wrench was of no use to the old man any longer. Without his child there to ask, “Daddy, what is THIS tool?”, the tools in his garage held no significance. Significance gone, shattered… Just as the bones of his child.
Life.
Tools.
Wrenches.
Dead.
The pain suddenly wrenched be back to reality. My jellied eyes and skin shrieked with the most intense pain imaginable, but that only lasted a moment before my whole house was wrenched from its foundation and blown completely free of the foundation leaving me to stare up into the sky and the massive fireball that was roiling above the vaporized city I used to call my home town. It seems that everyone’s problems were now pretty much solved.
Well, wrench. It could be two things. One thing it could be is a tool that tightens things, like a old fashioned bike i once had. Another thing it could be is a pull. that hurts.
THe wrench was tightening on her toe. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. He looked expectantly into her eyes, just waiting for her to break. With each turn she became more oblivious to his presence.
She wrung the soaked shirt in her hands. As the water swelled and dribbled to the floor, she relished in the gushing sensation and deep red color. She could feel her insides twist with the seething intentions.
i opened something with a wrench. It seemed to work much better than my bare hands. Little did I know, I accidentally committed a crime… I open a fire extinguisher on the street! Damn. Who knew that something that could be used to fix a pipe in your home could cause such a mess? Could assist with the waste of so many gallons of water?
wrench
again, with the wrench.
no, really. again. pull your arm back and bring your hand down, hard, right across the back of the neck. then again. again. and the blood is soaking into the library carpet, red red red.
well done, professor plum.
“WRENCH!” he commanded.
She passed him the wrench.
“DRILL!” he commanded.
She handed him the drill.
“SCREW!” he commanded.
“Screw this,” she replied.
Once a sparkling silver, now coated in liquid crimson. The hilt coated in fingerprints of what was once hatred but now regret. He lied, he cheated, she couldn’t take anymore. So she used the first tool she could find, she used it to it’s full extent. She used it for revenge.
I like my wrench… I use it to fix things. Sometimes my wrench is too big, but mostly it’s too small. Sometimes I want to throw my wrench at windows and break them… sometimes I want to wrench someone in the face. Wrenches are easy to use, and people who can’t use them are stupid. I’m not stupid- I know how to use my wrench.
i really have nothing to say about wrenches. or wrenching.
wrenching away from something. or someone. or both.
a someone that is a some ~something.
that can’t be ignored any longer.
or loved any harder.
or painfully.
Gordon Freeman used a tool like a wrench in Half-Life. Of course that was a crowbar. Jack Ryan from BioShock does use a wrench. Hey, why do they call it a monkey wrench? It doesn’t look anything like a monkey. Wrenches are tools people use and they can be helpful. I can’t remember ever having to use one myself th
She just couldn’t wrench her wrist out of his grip, no matter how hard she twisted and pulled from him. His hold was like a vice-grip, chaining them together. As hard as she tried to hate him for being so brutally possessive, it secretly made her beam on the inside, knowing that no matter what, he would never let her leave. Not that she really wanted to, anyway…
The worker threw the rusted wrench at his boss and shouted his anger so that his voice rose high above the noise of the construction crew around him. “What the fuck you doing, man?” the boss yelled, just barely ducking in time and backing away. “It’s wrench-throwing day!” The worker ripped his shirt off to reveal his bloated gut and ran rolled around in the mud.
I remember when I was young working in my fathers gas station, cleaning and straightening all his tools in his tool boxes. He had a tool box just for his wrenches, with a place that fit the smallest wrench to the biggest.
hmm at first i saw “wench” then i thought of “witch” but then i realized it was “wrench,” the tool, what you tighten stuff with. like a bottle and a cork, but the opposite. like making something fit and keeping it secure, like security. we all like security. who doesn’t?
They pulled him away from me. I screamed that he was the only one I would ever love, but I was helpless as they dragged him away. I was to marry better, marry for prestige, but he was meant to be mine no matter what “they” say.
literal: a tool. silver, hard, difficult, movable.
to be wrenched from someone- moved with force, torn away.
heart wrenched, heart broken. romeo and juliet. to be torn away from the one you love.
my heart wrenched at the sight of him, her. them. though pain has never been a stranger to me – rather, my constant companion these past twenty years – i was not prepared for the sudden convulsion of anguish that seized my chest, the pulsing of blood in my left temple. yes, while it is true that pain has been a cruel friend of a sort, he had decided now of all times to unleash his full depravity on my unsuspecting humanity.
and in that moment, i realized how wrong i was for thinking that the heart was capable of withstanding such torture.
I just wrote a paper about wrenches. It was a memo for a technical writing class. I hate technical writing classes. I got an A, so not too bad.