I was running. Out of breath. Stumbling across the paved parking lot to my car. I had to get in. Had to get away. I jumped in and started the ignition… Only to find someone had punctured my gas tank. I was stuck. No way out. I closed my eyes, and waited.
i had my nose pierced twice already. the first time, i took it out the next morning for work which was a completely stupid idea because it closed. the second time, it sort of fell out in my sleep. and with 40 bucks a pop, that was like 80 dollars down the drain.
i hate when the wheel on my bike gets punctured then i cant ride it and i have to walk in the rain. it really sucks. then i get all cold. and sick :( i hate being sick!! stupid wheel with a puncture!
i punctured my sad bone and i was all sad and quiet and i don’t know if i’ll ever be happy again i can’t think straight and my sadness levels are off the charts like this morning i cried because my carrot wasn’t orange. orange is a great color wow.
Could you puncture me any deeper. The torture never ends in this small city; you can barely escape the ex, let alone his parents, siblings, friends, etc. And then they have to ask me, “how are you doing”?
The hole in his lung closed tightly around the narrow shaft. The boy, still holding the bow, laughed and then dashed away. The man looked down, wondered if plastic or carbon shafts were more politically correct.
Words are amazing. I think of the word “puncture” and it actually impales the back of my throat as if it were a sharp needle rolling off my tongue. It even sounds penetrating when I speak it. An amazing word that can make you feel what it is designed to describe.
the wound was unfortunate and deep and it was probably infected but upn further examination you could see a peculiar blue from the opening wha is it? look closer and you could hear waves and tides and birds i dont understand i must be hallucinating there is another world in your wound.
He bled freely from the recent puncture – the spine still sticking out at the same angle the swamp creature injected it. Now a yellowish, guey sauce was congealing around the wound.
It was like a knife, stabbing into my heart as I entered the room and my eyes found them. Holding hands. My best friend, and the boy I had been in love with long before her. And she’d lied to me, told me she only enjoyed spending time with him. She probably never enjoyed having me as a friend, because of how fast she betrayed me. Did she think of me when she said yes? Because she should’ve said no.
i punctured a lung. it hurt. gasping, open pain. would anyone find me? would i die alone? can you survive this? gasping, wounded. why did i do this to myself? why didn’t i take better care of myself? why did i think i was invisible? you reap what you sow.
Shit. It’s gone straight through. Pierced through leathery skin, slid beneath ribs. He’s a goner. And he’s only just begun. He should blamed his team, but he can’t. It’s his fault. Him and his stupid wish.
I think of getting a flat tire when I hear this,? Not very many positive ideas come to mind. I even think about falling from the sky in a hot air ballon that has been punctured by a birds beak
The boy pocked his finger through the plasticine
The girl pushed the pin through the dress
The man drilled into the wood
The woman poked the cake
The dog bite through the bone
The cat bite through the mouse
The artist drew a perfect circle
The prisoner’s gaze went through the stone
Sandy’s lung had been adequately punctured, oxygen-rich blood poring from the crevice in her chest and emitting a thick, sick perfume into the air. The odor had drawn several people – and small critters – over to her, as I knelt down and took her hand.
“Honey,” I whispered. She shushed me with the rest of her breath. The knife lay haphazardly at her hip.
My tire is flat. There is a puncture in the front wheel.. how very annoying. I am in a hurry and a flat tire is the last thing I wanted. Why do punctures always happen you need to be somewhere? It
I guess commonly the word puncture relates to things like tires, easy to fix (usually) man made things. But when I think of the word puncture I think more in terms of anatomy, a punctured lung, a punctured heart. Why? Not a clue… I guess I just do.
Puncture hurts. Have you been punctured by someone? Did it hurt? I bet it would hurt if the one who punctured you is the one you love. It feels like they have betrayed you. Would you puncture them back if they punctured you?
It goes through the skin, like an indian’s arrow. The pain is horrible, but you endure, as you know that in the end all will be good and you’ll feel better again.
It hurt. It still hurts. What am I going to do? I can’t continue. Wait. These are the words of a quitter. This wound will heal. I’ll laugh it off in a while. But for now, those quitting words must cease to exist.
The knife punctured his lungs, and he looked up at the little girl with the bubble gum smile.
“Why?” He asked her. It was getting harder to breathe for him. He watched in amazement as she took a dark shadowy form. Stupid demons.
the floor opened up and there it was. the hole could be see from the depths of space in less time than it took to take a dump on venus. the onlookers stared in punitive glances hoping that the end was not ment for them, but for their capturs who had awakened the sleeping gods of old. for a moment all held there breath as the only witnesses of the hole in the earth
i don’t really care for holes…holes in my skin, my tires or my life….sam moving will puncture my heart in severe and certain searing pain. I will miss seeing her grow up and have her little arms around my neck telling me ‘I yub you’.
In one split of a second, it was like he had punctured the nice bubble she had built up around her. With one word, one glance, everything burst. And it came crashing down on her, oh yes. All the feelings she had kept out now swamped over her. She started to shiver.
tyres…really irritating..cars??? don’t know…umm…well, it stopped us from going to watch a movie one time…then we had to take an auto…and there was loads of traffic…so we missed a bit of the movie :P and my dad wouldnt come to drop us…so the auto guy also took some extra money for the traffic and rain…maybe? don’t remember…it was choti diwali that day, though.
A needle through the skin
Thorn through a tire
Lovecraft’s old ones out of time, out of mind
Pinpricks with blood or air or Yog-Sothoth seeping through.
car tire hole repair endless waiting nuisance inconvenience trouble incessant patience cultivate some patience what a pain expensive annoying endurance test of character air
Immer, wenn sie mich punktierte, begann ich grün zu leuchten. Ich konnte das nicht steuern und die Punkteuse schimpfte mich jedes Mal aus, dass die Leute denken, sie hätte eine giftgrüne Neonleuchte in ihrer Praxis installiert und dass das gar nicht zu ihrem guten Ruf passt. Sie drohte mir dieses Mal, mir keinen neuen Termin mehr zu geben, wenn das noch einmal passiert.
The doctor said it was a punctured lung. I didn’t know what to think but I knew it was hard to breath at the moment. IT could have been sheer anxiety or the fact that I only had one good lung but I was too out of it to tell.
Puncture. It even calls to mind the very feel of a wound. Puncture. The moment you step on a tack, and you know, you just KNOW that it’s too late, that in about 2 seconds you will be in a whole lot of pain, and a whole lot of panic, as you work up the courage to pull it out.
Trying to get off the silver lining on the tops of ketchup bottles, etc. off can be difficult. But, if you puncture them with a knife, it makes it easier.
I think of flat tires
and being stranded and
relying on the kindness of strangers
to help you out.
It’s not a pretty word or a
great situation but again
you can rise above it and
rehab your tire and your life.
The car skids to the side of the road wildly. He grasps the wheel firmly in both hands, concentrating on not rearing further off the road and into the countryside.
Eventually it skids to a halt, and he breathes freely once more.
I was running. Out of breath. Stumbling across the paved parking lot to my car. I had to get in. Had to get away. I jumped in and started the ignition… Only to find someone had punctured my gas tank. I was stuck. No way out. I closed my eyes, and waited.
Carrie beamed as she shuffled through her back pack to retrieve her math quiz.
“That’s good, daughter. A 95 … so what did you get wrong?”
i wanna get my nose pierced with the ring, not the stud.
i had my nose pierced twice already. the first time, i took it out the next morning for work which was a completely stupid idea because it closed. the second time, it sort of fell out in my sleep. and with 40 bucks a pop, that was like 80 dollars down the drain.
Pop! The balloon exploded at the touch of the needle. It startled even me.
the wound was gushing uncontrollably. The puncture was to deep. I put pressure on it but it isn’t doing anything to help.
i hate when the wheel on my bike gets punctured then i cant ride it and i have to walk in the rain. it really sucks. then i get all cold. and sick :( i hate being sick!! stupid wheel with a puncture!
i punctured my sad bone and i was all sad and quiet and i don’t know if i’ll ever be happy again i can’t think straight and my sadness levels are off the charts like this morning i cried because my carrot wasn’t orange. orange is a great color wow.
Could you puncture me any deeper. The torture never ends in this small city; you can barely escape the ex, let alone his parents, siblings, friends, etc. And then they have to ask me, “how are you doing”?
The hole in his lung closed tightly around the narrow shaft. The boy, still holding the bow, laughed and then dashed away. The man looked down, wondered if plastic or carbon shafts were more politically correct.
Inside the pump of blood naturally flowing from a vein punctured. Poisoning my sad heart until it slowly dies….
Words are amazing. I think of the word “puncture” and it actually impales the back of my throat as if it were a sharp needle rolling off my tongue. It even sounds penetrating when I speak it. An amazing word that can make you feel what it is designed to describe.
the wound was unfortunate and deep and it was probably infected but upn further examination you could see a peculiar blue from the opening wha is it? look closer and you could hear waves and tides and birds i dont understand i must be hallucinating there is another world in your wound.
He bled freely from the recent puncture – the spine still sticking out at the same angle the swamp creature injected it. Now a yellowish, guey sauce was congealing around the wound.
It was like a knife, stabbing into my heart as I entered the room and my eyes found them. Holding hands. My best friend, and the boy I had been in love with long before her. And she’d lied to me, told me she only enjoyed spending time with him. She probably never enjoyed having me as a friend, because of how fast she betrayed me. Did she think of me when she said yes? Because she should’ve said no.
i punctured a lung. it hurt. gasping, open pain. would anyone find me? would i die alone? can you survive this? gasping, wounded. why did i do this to myself? why didn’t i take better care of myself? why did i think i was invisible? you reap what you sow.
Shit. It’s gone straight through. Pierced through leathery skin, slid beneath ribs. He’s a goner. And he’s only just begun. He should blamed his team, but he can’t. It’s his fault. Him and his stupid wish.
I think of getting a flat tire when I hear this,? Not very many positive ideas come to mind. I even think about falling from the sky in a hot air ballon that has been punctured by a birds beak
Ouch. To a tire or a person. Neither is good. There is little positive, warm, or graceful about a puncture. No reason to desire this action.
The boy pocked his finger through the plasticine
The girl pushed the pin through the dress
The man drilled into the wood
The woman poked the cake
The dog bite through the bone
The cat bite through the mouse
The artist drew a perfect circle
The prisoner’s gaze went through the stone
Sandy’s lung had been adequately punctured, oxygen-rich blood poring from the crevice in her chest and emitting a thick, sick perfume into the air. The odor had drawn several people – and small critters – over to her, as I knelt down and took her hand.
“Honey,” I whispered. She shushed me with the rest of her breath. The knife lay haphazardly at her hip.
My tire is flat. There is a puncture in the front wheel.. how very annoying. I am in a hurry and a flat tire is the last thing I wanted. Why do punctures always happen you need to be somewhere? It
I guess commonly the word puncture relates to things like tires, easy to fix (usually) man made things. But when I think of the word puncture I think more in terms of anatomy, a punctured lung, a punctured heart. Why? Not a clue… I guess I just do.
i need a puncture in my life!
Puncture hurts. Have you been punctured by someone? Did it hurt? I bet it would hurt if the one who punctured you is the one you love. It feels like they have betrayed you. Would you puncture them back if they punctured you?
It goes through the skin, like an indian’s arrow. The pain is horrible, but you endure, as you know that in the end all will be good and you’ll feel better again.
It hurt. It still hurts. What am I going to do? I can’t continue. Wait. These are the words of a quitter. This wound will heal. I’ll laugh it off in a while. But for now, those quitting words must cease to exist.
The knife punctured his lungs, and he looked up at the little girl with the bubble gum smile.
“Why?” He asked her. It was getting harder to breathe for him. He watched in amazement as she took a dark shadowy form. Stupid demons.
the floor opened up and there it was. the hole could be see from the depths of space in less time than it took to take a dump on venus. the onlookers stared in punitive glances hoping that the end was not ment for them, but for their capturs who had awakened the sleeping gods of old. for a moment all held there breath as the only witnesses of the hole in the earth
i don’t really care for holes…holes in my skin, my tires or my life….sam moving will puncture my heart in severe and certain searing pain. I will miss seeing her grow up and have her little arms around my neck telling me ‘I yub you’.
In one split of a second, it was like he had punctured the nice bubble she had built up around her. With one word, one glance, everything burst. And it came crashing down on her, oh yes. All the feelings she had kept out now swamped over her. She started to shiver.
tyres…really irritating..cars??? don’t know…umm…well, it stopped us from going to watch a movie one time…then we had to take an auto…and there was loads of traffic…so we missed a bit of the movie :P and my dad wouldnt come to drop us…so the auto guy also took some extra money for the traffic and rain…maybe? don’t remember…it was choti diwali that day, though.
A needle through the skin
Thorn through a tire
Lovecraft’s old ones out of time, out of mind
Pinpricks with blood or air or Yog-Sothoth seeping through.
car tire hole repair endless waiting nuisance inconvenience trouble incessant patience cultivate some patience what a pain expensive annoying endurance test of character air
Immer, wenn sie mich punktierte, begann ich grün zu leuchten. Ich konnte das nicht steuern und die Punkteuse schimpfte mich jedes Mal aus, dass die Leute denken, sie hätte eine giftgrüne Neonleuchte in ihrer Praxis installiert und dass das gar nicht zu ihrem guten Ruf passt. Sie drohte mir dieses Mal, mir keinen neuen Termin mehr zu geben, wenn das noch einmal passiert.
The doctor said it was a punctured lung. I didn’t know what to think but I knew it was hard to breath at the moment. IT could have been sheer anxiety or the fact that I only had one good lung but I was too out of it to tell.
Puncture. It even calls to mind the very feel of a wound. Puncture. The moment you step on a tack, and you know, you just KNOW that it’s too late, that in about 2 seconds you will be in a whole lot of pain, and a whole lot of panic, as you work up the courage to pull it out.
Trying to get off the silver lining on the tops of ketchup bottles, etc. off can be difficult. But, if you puncture them with a knife, it makes it easier.
I think of flat tires
and being stranded and
relying on the kindness of strangers
to help you out.
It’s not a pretty word or a
great situation but again
you can rise above it and
rehab your tire and your life.
“Damn!!”
The car skids to the side of the road wildly. He grasps the wheel firmly in both hands, concentrating on not rearing further off the road and into the countryside.
Eventually it skids to a halt, and he breathes freely once more.
All because of a broken bottle.