Transportation is very important to me in every way, even though I don’t like all forms of it…I love trains somehow, planes are scary sometimes and I guess cars are nice too..
it is something that takes people from a to b, and many more people are choosing to take the public version of it to reduce carbon emissions. Some people do not even use it at all! It comes in many forms
If I could transport myself anywhere in the world it would be to McDonalds I’m in no mood for a fancy steak right now I just want a ten piece chicken nugget with a rolo mcflurry got it fancy food places you stink no more steak just Mcy D’s!
One day I’ll take you away from here. Transport you to another generation. Where its okay to stare at beautiful faces in the street, but not to tell them why. Where flattery isn’t needed because you know who you are and why you exist and why tomorrow will be amazing. Because you are in it and the sun will always shine no matter how dark the clouds are and the world will always be brought because life is bright and beautiful and amazing. And love is all around us circling.
cars and trains and planes and boats and bikes and skateboards and submarines… they all transport. they let us go places. they let us be places. they let us do things at said places. they let us meet new people at said places. our society would be nothing with out transport(ation)
getting from one place to another. a way of transportation. hey i need a ride, do you need some transportation. getting from a to b. cars. trains. airplanes. can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I can really use a wish right now. what a stupid song. I can’t stand that song. hitch hiking. going to the mall.
I wanna go back to before this happened.. I want this mistake to be fixed. And it’s just my fault. It’s your’s too. You don’t understand me anymore. In fact, I don’t think you ever did. I’ve contemplated cutting off your fingers in the night with bolt cutters. That’s how angry I am just because you’ve decided you’re the only victim. I don’t know what to do. I would ask for your cooperation, but my dad already has the bolt cutters.
the train rattled as it ran along the sleepers, the carriages rocking slightly with the increased momentum. faster and faster it went. alan glanced out the window at the countryside, noticed nothing but sheep and closed the curtains. the feeble sunlight coming through tinged the seat beside him blue. “Mary-ann’s favourite colour,” he thought, and drifted off into a content slumber full of images of a blonde woman, a beach-house and faint scents of chanel no.5 perfume.
transport me back to a place with the blue sky and breeze on my skin
airplanes
sunshine
the past is always brighter when you look back
the present is not.
i am transported back by the sublime decay that only death can bring. pictures fading move like dust across the ground by the wind that finds it way through broken windows,
She crossed her legs, staring out the window at the pouring rain.
She hugged herself closer into her jacket, glad the bus was at least warm
Even if the people weren’t exactly friendly.
Across from her a man missing three fingers and an eye kept his one good on her
To her right, a man veered closer to her with each turn
And she scooted away from him even more
But, even though, she was glad that neither of them could see the outline of the weapon in her pants pocket.
Riding the bus was never my favorite way of transport. I hated the way the firstie’s would always sit in the back and take up the good seats. They’d place their sticky hands all over the windows and railings and just generally muck up everything. I usually sat in the front. The front left seat was my domain. That is, until he stepped on to the bus.
Transport. It’s really changed over the ages. It’s amazing what we have, our own two feet used to be transportation. Then animals and what not finally what we have now. It’s really amazing, the ways we can travel. Boat, car, train, bus, airplane. Fantastic!
one word that not only sets me off, lets me speak
i hate not knowing another thing the person may assume or believe
but maybe, thats the problem
it only lets me think about what ,may me
what hurts me
and not only what i hate
but what i think i hate
stupidity is the problem people
not the words
Why am I writing about transport again? I want to write about another word. A word that obviously means something else. Uh…. let’s just say transport sounds like Jansport. That brand that sells backpacks. I have one in black and I use it all the time. For school, travel, shopping (you know, I put the things I bought in there), and whatever.
I felt the cockpit shake. My worst nightmare. We were going down. My throat seized up and my eyes rolled in my head. I couldn’t even think strait. Someone was yelling at me, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. All I could hear was the shaking of the plane. The ground was rushing up towards us, as we hurtled toward out fate.
I decided to transport to a different galaxy the other day. It was hard at first because well first, I needed to get a transportation machine. And even more challenging, pack snacks. I’m kind of a picky eater. I didn’t know what I’d be hungry for. Especially if the air pressure was different in wherever I would end up.
I would like to transport to other places such as England, Korean, or France. Or better, to transport back in time when I had many good memories that I would like to relive once again. Transporting is a form of action where one is able to move or travel to one place or another.
There is a bus stop near my house, and every thirty minutes, the bus buzzes by, full for the hopeful. The train goes by too, more frequently at day-time, and at night, the grumble wakes those who unfortunately leave nearby the tracks.
“Think, think very hard now. Where do you want to be? Transport to it in you mind. ” The grizzled voice came from the corner, as it always did. Milly was blindfolded, as usual, but her entire body longed to be as far as way as possible from this…this beast.
“You want to be out in the field again, don’t you? Where you can steal my chicks and sell them to the village. We will make sure that never happens again.” Milly braced herself but it never helped. She heard the familiar scrap of metal on metal and then felt the hot burning of the fire poker on her hand. She bit her lip and waited, her father would stop soon.
transport me to somewhere else: Maybe where we were the first time I met you: in a meadow, with the tall grass around us and the birds singing…it was a beautiful memory, one I can tell you some other time….
I hate driving. Transport makes me think of my irriational fear of drving. And transport trucks. There’s always too much traffic and too much stress. It sucks. Transporting in general sucks.
Transport. To transport is to move something from one place to another. When I think of transport, I think “ooh futuristic crap, lol”. But really, virtual transportation wouldn’t be that great. Just look at “Wall-E”. They never have a move a finger, er, a leg. It’s unhealthy, and they’ve lost bone growth. So as cool as it may seem, transportation may not be the best for society…
It could have ben a train to anywhere. She closed her eyes and the destination was yet to be discovered. Green, green, blue, blue. And if the road never ended, she would learn to appreciate this eternal movement.
I use transport everyday, I use the train and you always find something quirky or funny on the train. Once there were these two ladies that were loaded and had a ton of botox! They were just awful. I tend to miss the train I am not very punctual but I am a teenage girl, what do you expect, I mean seriously?
Transport. Transportation. I keep seeing the image of a train pop up in my head. And the train station here in bako. I haven’t ridden trains all that much in my life. I think the last train ride was… over 8 years ago? I hardly remember now anyways.
Transport. Transportation is very important. It allows people and things to get from one place to another. Means of transportation have gotten more advanced with the times. Instead of a covered wagon families now travel to their destinations in cute little cars.
There are many forms of transport and well they all suck in their own right, I want a motorbike yamaha 500CC yellow but im 15 and live in south london in england so my mum thinks ill get slammed and die. Oh well. Did you know giraffes love the word transport, and hate the word sandwhich which is quite interesting my times almost up au revo
transport can help us get to places. It could be a car, a bike, train, bus, or even a plane. It helps us get to point A to B, but sometimes we can be involved in an accident, like a car crash. That isn’t very nice. Transport.
Transport to that mansion in england. you’re standing there at the fireplace. i am sensing your location. you stand there looking into the fire. life has worn you out, and you have finally stopped to appreciate the little things. i wish you could have stopped in that moment that i was in your life. that short, but sweet moment.
I ran to catch my transport, but ddidnt make. that child h=i had to stop and help, just give him a smile & tell he was good.
Transportation is very important to me in every way, even though I don’t like all forms of it…I love trains somehow, planes are scary sometimes and I guess cars are nice too..
go somewhere run, spaceship, new place, world, bus, car, train, life, feet walk,
I already wrote my sentence!!!!.
it is something that takes people from a to b, and many more people are choosing to take the public version of it to reduce carbon emissions. Some people do not even use it at all! It comes in many forms
If I could transport myself anywhere in the world it would be to McDonalds I’m in no mood for a fancy steak right now I just want a ten piece chicken nugget with a rolo mcflurry got it fancy food places you stink no more steak just Mcy D’s!
Teleport, move, transportation, bus, train, car, walk, plane, ship. Everyone of these is a way to transport yourself from one place to another.
One day I’ll take you away from here. Transport you to another generation. Where its okay to stare at beautiful faces in the street, but not to tell them why. Where flattery isn’t needed because you know who you are and why you exist and why tomorrow will be amazing. Because you are in it and the sun will always shine no matter how dark the clouds are and the world will always be brought because life is bright and beautiful and amazing. And love is all around us circling.
cars and trains and planes and boats and bikes and skateboards and submarines… they all transport. they let us go places. they let us be places. they let us do things at said places. they let us meet new people at said places. our society would be nothing with out transport(ation)
getting from one place to another. a way of transportation. hey i need a ride, do you need some transportation. getting from a to b. cars. trains. airplanes. can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I can really use a wish right now. what a stupid song. I can’t stand that song. hitch hiking. going to the mall.
I wanna go back to before this happened.. I want this mistake to be fixed. And it’s just my fault. It’s your’s too. You don’t understand me anymore. In fact, I don’t think you ever did. I’ve contemplated cutting off your fingers in the night with bolt cutters. That’s how angry I am just because you’ve decided you’re the only victim. I don’t know what to do. I would ask for your cooperation, but my dad already has the bolt cutters.
the train rattled as it ran along the sleepers, the carriages rocking slightly with the increased momentum. faster and faster it went. alan glanced out the window at the countryside, noticed nothing but sheep and closed the curtains. the feeble sunlight coming through tinged the seat beside him blue. “Mary-ann’s favourite colour,” he thought, and drifted off into a content slumber full of images of a blonde woman, a beach-house and faint scents of chanel no.5 perfume.
transport me back to a place with the blue sky and breeze on my skin
airplanes
sunshine
the past is always brighter when you look back
the present is not.
i am transported back by the sublime decay that only death can bring. pictures fading move like dust across the ground by the wind that finds it way through broken windows,
She crossed her legs, staring out the window at the pouring rain.
She hugged herself closer into her jacket, glad the bus was at least warm
Even if the people weren’t exactly friendly.
Across from her a man missing three fingers and an eye kept his one good on her
To her right, a man veered closer to her with each turn
And she scooted away from him even more
But, even though, she was glad that neither of them could see the outline of the weapon in her pants pocket.
Planes, cars, trucks… Johnny Depp, ’79 Trans Am. Yum. That’s where it’s at, yo. Rolls Royce…
Riding the bus was never my favorite way of transport. I hated the way the firstie’s would always sit in the back and take up the good seats. They’d place their sticky hands all over the windows and railings and just generally muck up everything. I usually sat in the front. The front left seat was my domain. That is, until he stepped on to the bus.
Transport. It’s really changed over the ages. It’s amazing what we have, our own two feet used to be transportation. Then animals and what not finally what we have now. It’s really amazing, the ways we can travel. Boat, car, train, bus, airplane. Fantastic!
Transporting goods. Transporting drugs, transporting people. Human trafficking. Transport vehicles, trucks, cars, boats, plains, trains. Big huge semi tricks transporting things.
one word that not only sets me off, lets me speak
i hate not knowing another thing the person may assume or believe
but maybe, thats the problem
it only lets me think about what ,may me
what hurts me
and not only what i hate
but what i think i hate
stupidity is the problem people
not the words
TRANSPORT
Why am I writing about transport again? I want to write about another word. A word that obviously means something else. Uh…. let’s just say transport sounds like Jansport. That brand that sells backpacks. I have one in black and I use it all the time. For school, travel, shopping (you know, I put the things I bought in there), and whatever.
I felt the cockpit shake. My worst nightmare. We were going down. My throat seized up and my eyes rolled in my head. I couldn’t even think strait. Someone was yelling at me, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. All I could hear was the shaking of the plane. The ground was rushing up towards us, as we hurtled toward out fate.
I decided to transport to a different galaxy the other day. It was hard at first because well first, I needed to get a transportation machine. And even more challenging, pack snacks. I’m kind of a picky eater. I didn’t know what I’d be hungry for. Especially if the air pressure was different in wherever I would end up.
I would like to transport to other places such as England, Korean, or France. Or better, to transport back in time when I had many good memories that I would like to relive once again. Transporting is a form of action where one is able to move or travel to one place or another.
There is a bus stop near my house, and every thirty minutes, the bus buzzes by, full for the hopeful. The train goes by too, more frequently at day-time, and at night, the grumble wakes those who unfortunately leave nearby the tracks.
To transport is to move from one place to another. Many times people will transport goods from place to place.
Transportation, which comes from the word transport, is something that gets you places, like a bus, bike, or car.
“Think, think very hard now. Where do you want to be? Transport to it in you mind. ” The grizzled voice came from the corner, as it always did. Milly was blindfolded, as usual, but her entire body longed to be as far as way as possible from this…this beast.
“You want to be out in the field again, don’t you? Where you can steal my chicks and sell them to the village. We will make sure that never happens again.” Milly braced herself but it never helped. She heard the familiar scrap of metal on metal and then felt the hot burning of the fire poker on her hand. She bit her lip and waited, her father would stop soon.
transport me to somewhere else: Maybe where we were the first time I met you: in a meadow, with the tall grass around us and the birds singing…it was a beautiful memory, one I can tell you some other time….
I hate driving. Transport makes me think of my irriational fear of drving. And transport trucks. There’s always too much traffic and too much stress. It sucks. Transporting in general sucks.
drive, travel, boogie and keep on truckin’, carry the weight and tote that barge, lift that bale. You go girl.
Transport. To transport is to move something from one place to another. When I think of transport, I think “ooh futuristic crap, lol”. But really, virtual transportation wouldn’t be that great. Just look at “Wall-E”. They never have a move a finger, er, a leg. It’s unhealthy, and they’ve lost bone growth. So as cool as it may seem, transportation may not be the best for society…
It could have ben a train to anywhere. She closed her eyes and the destination was yet to be discovered. Green, green, blue, blue. And if the road never ended, she would learn to appreciate this eternal movement.
I use transport everyday, I use the train and you always find something quirky or funny on the train. Once there were these two ladies that were loaded and had a ton of botox! They were just awful. I tend to miss the train I am not very punctual but I am a teenage girl, what do you expect, I mean seriously?
Transport. Transportation. I keep seeing the image of a train pop up in my head. And the train station here in bako. I haven’t ridden trains all that much in my life. I think the last train ride was… over 8 years ago? I hardly remember now anyways.
Transport yourself to a world of magic, where your heart and your mind can be free.
Transport. Transportation is very important. It allows people and things to get from one place to another. Means of transportation have gotten more advanced with the times. Instead of a covered wagon families now travel to their destinations in cute little cars.
There are many forms of transport and well they all suck in their own right, I want a motorbike yamaha 500CC yellow but im 15 and live in south london in england so my mum thinks ill get slammed and die. Oh well. Did you know giraffes love the word transport, and hate the word sandwhich which is quite interesting my times almost up au revo
transport can help us get to places. It could be a car, a bike, train, bus, or even a plane. It helps us get to point A to B, but sometimes we can be involved in an accident, like a car crash. That isn’t very nice. Transport.
Transport to that mansion in england. you’re standing there at the fireplace. i am sensing your location. you stand there looking into the fire. life has worn you out, and you have finally stopped to appreciate the little things. i wish you could have stopped in that moment that i was in your life. that short, but sweet moment.