Socket Wrench. Alan Wrench. Monkey Wrench whatever. You have the right tools, any job can be done.
thenakedblurr
Hey, I don’t feel like writing about a wrench at all. So instead I’m going to pretend today’s word was “wench”. I wonder how wenches used to feel about being called a “wench”? I mean, it was basically a job title right? But then do French waiters feel bad about being called boy? Who knows. I am le tired, so I will take a nap.
“Pass me the wrench!” It’s always something so simple, isnt it? Unless the person you want doesnt know what it is you really do. ” Give me a reason to hold your hand!” Sounds creepier.
cnhenry
…this wrench still quakes violently from the brutal rendezvous of metal upon bone. What I have done cannot be considered murderous, I was simply helping rid the green earth of toxic, insufferable life.
Thomas Watkins
I took a deep breath, looked within and wrenched out those ugly thoughts that were turning me into a green headed monster.
Games, repairs and Team Fortress 2. I think about violence when I hear that word. I don’t know why, it just seems like an aggressive tool.
Christian Holse Salicath
It made a clicking sound as she twisted the silver thing around the bolt. “I’ve never been a handyman,” she sighed. His hands enveloped hers and he sat there, close to her, his torso against her back, and he smiled. “You just…” he shrugged, “it doesn’t even matter.” Laughing, she turned to face him. “You’re only trying to help me so that you can be close to me, aren’t you…”
What is a wrench? Is it a trench that’s misspelled? Or a “wreck” in a bench? That’s all good questions. Maybe a bench, maybe a rich with a wen, no one knows. Unless I search “define: wrench” into Google. Easy!?
There it is sitting alone. Cold and distant. ready to break and twist, take apart and fix.
This is a tool for man a man made tool is this, breaker of things, fixer of parts, maker of a new and destroyer of old.
Taking apart is what we do.
Viktoria
Wrenched from the break, the tide washed over them, the salt cleansing and shifting its weight into wrinkled crevices. Bubbles and seaweed claim the surface water, as dreams fold into themselves below.
Esmeralda inhaled a deep breath and belted the shit out of her soon to be ex-husband with a wrench. It wasn’t her fault really. Murder is wrong. But he killed her too.
kirsten Twigg
A wrench will give you more leverage (I think) or you could wrench something away from something else (grab or pull) I don’t like today’s word and within the minute I have I have no idea what to write about. Wrench acutally makes me think of wretch (throw up) and I definitely don’t like that word!
I use a wrench to tighten things. Tighten and loosen is usually what I do. I should use a wrench in my everyday life to tighten my bonds or to loosen my bonds. Sometimes a good and literal tool is something somebody needs to really get the job done. After all…that’s what tools are for, right? Amiright??
Daniel
Monkeys, monkeys, monkeys – why isn’t that spelled monkies? You would think that it would be. I wonder whether monkeys ever find it hard to wrench themselves away from anything – like a big pile of bananas or a tree
He took his wrench and hit him with it. Blood all over and there being nothing to be done about it anymore. It was done at last, after so many years of withdrawing lying exerting crying.
miro
Oh pass me the wrench, so that I may fix this. Or was it a wrench to pull yourself away from that absorbing T.V. programme, wrenches can be useful or a pain.
I stuck a wrench in the hole of water. it wasn’t that great, because when I stopped putting the wrench in the water, my face magically became a golden flower of electricity. I hated to have my face become distorted, so I chopped it off….ya know, no big. Now I’m riding around town with no face. A little Kafka-esque? Maybe
Kit Main
The biggest wrench was walking away with more stones to throw. He had stood there for half an hour throwing stone at her window, and knew she was there, and knew she wouldn’t open the curtains because of what had happened, but while there was still another pebble to throw there was still a chance she’d relent and open up… but in the end he turned and walked away.
one world one love one chance one comunity one step one breath one sunshine one life one oportunity one click….
cheyespeace
A tool. Fix it. Is it even broken? What’s the standard of broken? When are things deemed not to work? Can people be broken? Are the names we use to substitute wrench: a family, intimacy, opening up. My sister is my wrench.
Dresden de Vera
It’s a solid, metal object that may or may not be drop-forged. You get the wrong item and it’ll crack on you when you need it the most. I’ve never actually had this happen, but I’ve seen it occur a few times and have found the remnants of failed wrenches. The results must have been catastrophic…
You can usually pick up a good one at a hardware store for under fifteen dollars – and that’s more than likely an adjustable crescent wrench.
Joshua
Throwing the wrench to the side, Thia glared in disgust at the broken engine pieces before her. Salvatore rose an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at his captain’s obvious hate of this bit of machinery. The woman scrubbed a hand roughly across her nose, smearing grease and oil across her face.
All I could taste was tin and lead, the words I spoke felt like a wrench she said. Repugnant, disgusting…little did she know it was I that felt like an elephant had trampled upon my heart. I feel you inside squeezing me and teasing me like my love still means something to you.
wrench. wrench is a tool i use in the summer, hot summer, sunny summer. green grass outside cool lake summer. Fix things, silver, shiny hard and cold. banging against the ground, summer. all i can think about is summer and the sunshine.
ebong
so lets try this again
flex my mind
and try writing a poem in time
so here goes…
godamn this blows
and just goes to show
what the internet does
it totally just fries
peoples minds
to the point that
i cant think…..
damn
Ben
The wrench peeled the spray paint off the screw as well as stripping the metal head. I sighed heavily as the tool was single handedly making it’s own groove in my creative streak. Killing it one metal shaving at a time.
Natasha Guy
again i wrench?
i thought this was supposed to be unique
rather this is oblique
let me stay politically correct
ahem
ill keep my mouth shut
but ill keep writing
just you see
y’all love me
Ben
I wrenched my arm
and now its broken
listen to to me spit out rhyme
im trying to write a poem
fail? i dont know
whatever though
who said poetry must be in rhyme
and time
and all that crap
whatever though
i wrench my mind
Ben
There it was. The silver wrench that would be the weapon of choice later that night. I quickly took it and hid it in my coat pocket. Leaving the garage I headed to my car, driving over to her house. Her, the girl who had fucked me over by cheating on me with that guy. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth as I parked a few blocks from her house so as not to be too suspicious.
Wendy
i dno what wrench is bt i love wrench!hi wrench….
shanice
A wrench in time saves nine. Maybe it’s better to have your heart wrenched out before you really commit. Maybe it saved from waking up one morning to an empty heart, empty bed, and a ringless finger that once held the promise of a lifetime.
Bethany
The awful word that makes me think of having my teeth pulled out. The awful word that reminds me of what you did to me. Heart-wrenching sadness when you beat the shit out of me and then denied in front of a court. I might as well grab a wrench and yank all my teeth out just for fun. I wouldn’t feel a thing. I should really want to take a wrench to your face, you spineless wrench faced wrench souled son of a wrench.
wrench wench
I picked up the wrench, wondering what to do with it. I hurled it at a window. The window actually turned out to be a cat. Miaow! I felt horrible.
Johnny
The wrench just laid there gloating at Brian, reminding him he wasn’t a REAL man. Couldn’t use tools to save his life. He sighed and stood up to go back into the kitchen…where the smell of his fresh baked cookies drifted on the air, begging to be eaten.
DyRicci
Wrenching my breath from my mouth and setting it free, this is something to remember, I think, this is something to learn from, to never be burned again, I tell myself.
Brittany
The wrench was small in my greasy hand. It had been a long day, and I was ready to head home hours ago. Molly would be in the kitchen right about now, preparing a macaroni and cheese casserole- extra cheese- just the way I like it.
Megan Turner
Wrench, its a metal tool that turns things. A toolbox is never complete without one.
Wrench.
Someone threw a wrench into my gears once again.
I’m stuck. Somehow unable to turn…
The machinations of my mind stuck on you.
Like a wrench in my gears.
I wish you’d use that wrench to tighten the bolts of my heart. Stop the leaking.
Stop the crying.
Socket Wrench. Alan Wrench. Monkey Wrench whatever. You have the right tools, any job can be done.
Hey, I don’t feel like writing about a wrench at all. So instead I’m going to pretend today’s word was “wench”. I wonder how wenches used to feel about being called a “wench”? I mean, it was basically a job title right? But then do French waiters feel bad about being called boy? Who knows. I am le tired, so I will take a nap.
Writhing wrists.
Wrenching hands.
Brain flips
And bend-over plans.
“Pass me the wrench!” It’s always something so simple, isnt it? Unless the person you want doesnt know what it is you really do. ” Give me a reason to hold your hand!” Sounds creepier.
…this wrench still quakes violently from the brutal rendezvous of metal upon bone. What I have done cannot be considered murderous, I was simply helping rid the green earth of toxic, insufferable life.
I took a deep breath, looked within and wrenched out those ugly thoughts that were turning me into a green headed monster.
Games, repairs and Team Fortress 2. I think about violence when I hear that word. I don’t know why, it just seems like an aggressive tool.
It made a clicking sound as she twisted the silver thing around the bolt. “I’ve never been a handyman,” she sighed. His hands enveloped hers and he sat there, close to her, his torso against her back, and he smiled. “You just…” he shrugged, “it doesn’t even matter.” Laughing, she turned to face him. “You’re only trying to help me so that you can be close to me, aren’t you…”
It’s a plumber super-tool!
What is a wrench? Is it a trench that’s misspelled? Or a “wreck” in a bench? That’s all good questions. Maybe a bench, maybe a rich with a wen, no one knows. Unless I search “define: wrench” into Google. Easy!?
There it is sitting alone. Cold and distant. ready to break and twist, take apart and fix.
This is a tool for man a man made tool is this, breaker of things, fixer of parts, maker of a new and destroyer of old.
Taking apart is what we do.
Wrenched from the break, the tide washed over them, the salt cleansing and shifting its weight into wrinkled crevices. Bubbles and seaweed claim the surface water, as dreams fold into themselves below.
Esmeralda inhaled a deep breath and belted the shit out of her soon to be ex-husband with a wrench. It wasn’t her fault really. Murder is wrong. But he killed her too.
A wrench will give you more leverage (I think) or you could wrench something away from something else (grab or pull) I don’t like today’s word and within the minute I have I have no idea what to write about. Wrench acutally makes me think of wretch (throw up) and I definitely don’t like that word!
I use a wrench to tighten things. Tighten and loosen is usually what I do. I should use a wrench in my everyday life to tighten my bonds or to loosen my bonds. Sometimes a good and literal tool is something somebody needs to really get the job done. After all…that’s what tools are for, right? Amiright??
Monkeys, monkeys, monkeys – why isn’t that spelled monkies? You would think that it would be. I wonder whether monkeys ever find it hard to wrench themselves away from anything – like a big pile of bananas or a tree
He took his wrench and hit him with it. Blood all over and there being nothing to be done about it anymore. It was done at last, after so many years of withdrawing lying exerting crying.
Oh pass me the wrench, so that I may fix this. Or was it a wrench to pull yourself away from that absorbing T.V. programme, wrenches can be useful or a pain.
I stuck a wrench in the hole of water. it wasn’t that great, because when I stopped putting the wrench in the water, my face magically became a golden flower of electricity. I hated to have my face become distorted, so I chopped it off….ya know, no big. Now I’m riding around town with no face. A little Kafka-esque? Maybe
The biggest wrench was walking away with more stones to throw. He had stood there for half an hour throwing stone at her window, and knew she was there, and knew she wouldn’t open the curtains because of what had happened, but while there was still another pebble to throw there was still a chance she’d relent and open up… but in the end he turned and walked away.
one world one love one chance one comunity one step one breath one sunshine one life one oportunity one click….
A tool. Fix it. Is it even broken? What’s the standard of broken? When are things deemed not to work? Can people be broken? Are the names we use to substitute wrench: a family, intimacy, opening up. My sister is my wrench.
It’s a solid, metal object that may or may not be drop-forged. You get the wrong item and it’ll crack on you when you need it the most. I’ve never actually had this happen, but I’ve seen it occur a few times and have found the remnants of failed wrenches. The results must have been catastrophic…
You can usually pick up a good one at a hardware store for under fifteen dollars – and that’s more than likely an adjustable crescent wrench.
Throwing the wrench to the side, Thia glared in disgust at the broken engine pieces before her. Salvatore rose an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at his captain’s obvious hate of this bit of machinery. The woman scrubbed a hand roughly across her nose, smearing grease and oil across her face.
“Damnit all to hell.”
All I could taste was tin and lead, the words I spoke felt like a wrench she said. Repugnant, disgusting…little did she know it was I that felt like an elephant had trampled upon my heart. I feel you inside squeezing me and teasing me like my love still means something to you.
wrench. wrench is a tool i use in the summer, hot summer, sunny summer. green grass outside cool lake summer. Fix things, silver, shiny hard and cold. banging against the ground, summer. all i can think about is summer and the sunshine.
so lets try this again
flex my mind
and try writing a poem in time
so here goes…
godamn this blows
and just goes to show
what the internet does
it totally just fries
peoples minds
to the point that
i cant think…..
damn
The wrench peeled the spray paint off the screw as well as stripping the metal head. I sighed heavily as the tool was single handedly making it’s own groove in my creative streak. Killing it one metal shaving at a time.
again i wrench?
i thought this was supposed to be unique
rather this is oblique
let me stay politically correct
ahem
ill keep my mouth shut
but ill keep writing
just you see
y’all love me
I wrenched my arm
and now its broken
listen to to me spit out rhyme
im trying to write a poem
fail? i dont know
whatever though
who said poetry must be in rhyme
and time
and all that crap
whatever though
i wrench my mind
There it was. The silver wrench that would be the weapon of choice later that night. I quickly took it and hid it in my coat pocket. Leaving the garage I headed to my car, driving over to her house. Her, the girl who had fucked me over by cheating on me with that guy. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth as I parked a few blocks from her house so as not to be too suspicious.
i dno what wrench is bt i love wrench!hi wrench….
A wrench in time saves nine. Maybe it’s better to have your heart wrenched out before you really commit. Maybe it saved from waking up one morning to an empty heart, empty bed, and a ringless finger that once held the promise of a lifetime.
The awful word that makes me think of having my teeth pulled out. The awful word that reminds me of what you did to me. Heart-wrenching sadness when you beat the shit out of me and then denied in front of a court. I might as well grab a wrench and yank all my teeth out just for fun. I wouldn’t feel a thing. I should really want to take a wrench to your face, you spineless wrench faced wrench souled son of a wrench.
I picked up the wrench, wondering what to do with it. I hurled it at a window. The window actually turned out to be a cat. Miaow! I felt horrible.
The wrench just laid there gloating at Brian, reminding him he wasn’t a REAL man. Couldn’t use tools to save his life. He sighed and stood up to go back into the kitchen…where the smell of his fresh baked cookies drifted on the air, begging to be eaten.
Wrenching my breath from my mouth and setting it free, this is something to remember, I think, this is something to learn from, to never be burned again, I tell myself.
The wrench was small in my greasy hand. It had been a long day, and I was ready to head home hours ago. Molly would be in the kitchen right about now, preparing a macaroni and cheese casserole- extra cheese- just the way I like it.
Wrench, its a metal tool that turns things. A toolbox is never complete without one.