turbine turbine turbine, wherefore art thou turbine?
In the factory! he said
In the factory? No. you are not allowed!
A turbine? What are you even?
I am a turbine. Like a turbin, but with an extra E at the end. Like Americae!
There was only really red foam left now. What he had once been had been thrashed and shredded and spun into frothy waters spiraling into the great turbine. Every now and then there would be a deep thudding noise over the sound of the merciless rushing water. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of the bigger parts of him, repeatedly colliding with the rusted sides of the machine until finally breaking up into smaller pieces and dispersing downstream, giving the catfish something to dine on for a midnight snack.
The wind kiss the grass ever so softly on the sweltering summer day. The meadow glowed with the brightest green, complimenting the columbian blue sky just perfectly. The village turbines twisted slowly, solemnly.
Whirring noise flooded my ear drums as the turbine slowly spun to life, growing louder and louder with each second as the sound bled from occasional thunks to a steady whisper, teasing the hairs along the nape of my neck and thudding in a harsh contrast to the beating of my heart.
the turbine engine wreaked
it was not what we seeked
whenever we put it in the car
it would hit you like you smacked a bar
i didn’t know what to do
so i helped someone with the flu
I went to volenteer
and the hospital gave a cheer
they never had some one choose
themselves to wear weird shoes
wind that circulates through giant engines, producing and using energy. making and taking. sharing and producing. spiraling around, circulating in motion. making things. taking things.
The plane’s turbines began to spin and i clutched my mother’s hand. Flying for the first time at 16, terrified of heights, and tears nearly running down my face. Now this is what awkward coming of age stories are made of.
The turbine blows, blows, blows. It spins as the air rushes through. Just as the feeling rush through my heart. I can’t slow them anymore than I can slow the power of the turbine. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop. But I guess…should I really stop? Should I even do anything?
The turbine spun slowly around, shooting air towards her quaking frame. Her damp hair whipped around her face, clinging to her throat like wet paint. Where was she? How did she end up here?
The turbine was grey. Lashed against the green landscape, so blatantly out of place. But there was a certain beauty in its workmanship, it gave the people of the valley energy. So it was ugly grey and power or bright green and candles.
I don’t know what a turbine is, but it makes me think of water. Water is beautiful. I hope a turbine isn’t something that takes away the natural beauty of water. Isn’t it a way to create energy, or something of the sort?
the wind turbines spun and whipped Julie’s hair around her face. she grinned and ran her hand over the frizz piling up on the crown of her head. it had been three weeks since she discovered this place, three weeks of utter peace and serenity. Julie was ultimately decided: no one could ever find out about her special cove. not even dad, her favorite parent was all hers.
I think a turbine is some sort of engine on an airplane. Or a part of an airplane. I am not very interested in airplanes, but I have ridden them a lot over the years. I visit China all the time, it’s great. Hmm, turbine, turbine, turbine. I think times almost up..
Watch how it keeps turning, turning, turning.
Is it a motor? Wind? Will? You never know really.
Unless you dig deeper into it
read its blueprints, see its outake
See what it breathes in and exhales.
See it when it has its good days, bad days
Watch it turn turn turn.
Wow, what word is that? Isn’t it a jet engine or something? I think so? Or is is something that goes on top of a muslim’s head? Or is that something else. I think so. I’m just confused about that… I need to think about that.
We continue to spin, we are constantly turning like a turbine, controlled by the shear power of the spinning, spinning, the constant motion. around and around and around.
The turbine blew the winds through Jessie’s hair. She hated the sight of huge machine running our world but welcomed change at the same time. She smiled and stepped away from the colossal monster. The grass beneath her feet was warm like the sun.
My life is being sucked by a turbine. I am falling deeper, and deeper into the black depths. I am rotating like a silly little toy, blown in the winds direction, taken to many places instead of one.
When I hear the word “turbine,” I think of wind turbines, generating power. I think of people trying to be “green,” to save the environment, to help the earth. I think of turbines as a good thing. We need to pay more attention to the Earth.
The turbine gas automatic powered weapon rested in the hands of the man. He was confused, hurt, sad. People were yelling at him, telling him to put it down, that it would be all right. Of course it would be alright. Why wouldn’t it be? He was just standing there? Why were they angry at him? His hip hurt.
I believe this is used for i really have no idea haha. hmmm, maybe something like wind or water? it sounds really kind of boring. okaaaay, i think im done…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
That word sucks. Turbine. What does that even mean. Turbine. Its some mechanical I guess. In big machines. Cars? Boats? Probably planes. But what do you write about turbine. How does that word inspire anything in me as a person, a word that is mechanical in nature. Theres nothing natural about a turbine. Birds are not turbines. Flowers are not turbines. Dog shit is not a turbine.
perhaps the trouble is that I spend too much time writing about men. I am a turbine whirling round and round, always standing in the same place. would that these windmills could cartwheel away through the fields, across the green rolling hills to new pastures. there I would write only about things that truly matter, like God and world hunger and the soft fuzz on the back of his ear.
the turbine stopped working. no wind had blown in days. hunger would set in soon. the turbine ran everything in their small, remote village. with no wind, there was no turbine. and that meant no food, no water, nothing.
Like a turbine, there was reaction that was set of when subjected to pressure…
i always tell him, don’t ask for “what I was thinking” if you can’t endure hearing it – – –
yet I naively tell him, thinking his reaction will bring me comfort & understanding
instead, under pressure, he steams –
in his anger – stems my distrust
and i grow cold.
As the cat looked over the staircase, the bird came flying up behind her and she went mad! At last the bird had fooled the cat! With a little help from his buddy Fodo the dog(who also hated Mildred the cat)
Why do I keep getting this word???? maybe i want to try writing with a different word did you ever think of that??? is it so hard to give me a different word I mean really I need changes!!! So ummm how’s the weather?
The water flowed freely over the turbine as the dam went about its regular business. Wait, that is what turbines do right? They run on water and propel whatever makes the electricity, right? It’s been a while since 7 th grade science class.
The nightmare was his, she had come about his lie by way of his cell phone and that is when the fighting ensued, she lashed at him, scratching and clawing. The next thing he knew he was falling overboard where the bow of the boat came to meet him, he was run over his body hacked to pieces by the boats powerful turbine leaving a crimson stain on the crystal clear water.
I think wind is a great sense of power and that it’s okay that birds may get stuck in them. I have been to windy cities and I think it would be great to capitalize, but not exploit natural resources.
I think this also might have something to f
The turbines powered up and my grip on the arm rests tightened. What was I doing? Where was I going? Suddenly I wanted off this plane so badly that I had to clench every muscle in my body not to hop out of my seat and go running down the aisle to the exit. I couldn’t stay. Nothing was right anymore. But would anything be right where I was going?
Howard had a 1963 Chrysler turbine car sitting in the cobblestone driveway beside his cobblestone home, and it hadn’t been driven since the year it was made. He made good use of it as a lawn ornament, allowing the green to grow around its hubcaps like braids on a rubber man’s head.
I had wanted to drive that car so badly, but I knew it wouldn’t be in good shape now. I wouldn’t have been surprised if its engine had turned entirely copper from rust.
The Hoover Dam has turbines to convert the rushing water into hydro-electric power. Hydro-electric power is an alternative energy source to electricity.
“Whooa….that’s one heck of a big turbine” he spluttered, as he entered the building….”where’d ya get something that big and how exactly do you think you’re going to run it??”
the wind pulled through the turbine at incredible speeds. faster than a jet stream, faster then supermans flying cape and faster than the fastest cheetahs purrrr….this was no ordinary wind either. this wind was sent directly from a magical spirit that could cure illness with one breath. people everywhere were praying to teh spirit to bring the breath from this wind to tehm every time an illness fell upon their city. one particular town called Eutheriainkin was hit with a devestating case of the laughing illness. everyone laughed at everything. you couldnt get one word out without laughing. it drove the people mad. when someone was trying to be serious – they would laugh and no one would take what they said to heart. very frustrating indeed. just imagine. you are trying to tell someone – seriously might i add that you do not like the taste of pickles on your sandwich. but cannot say this without laughing. the person in the deli who is making your salami and swiss cheese melt just looks at you like you are trying to pull their leg from behind the counter and continues to load on those nasty slimy pickles
turbine turbine turbine, wherefore art thou turbine?
In the factory! he said
In the factory? No. you are not allowed!
A turbine? What are you even?
I am a turbine. Like a turbin, but with an extra E at the end. Like Americae!
There was only really red foam left now. What he had once been had been thrashed and shredded and spun into frothy waters spiraling into the great turbine. Every now and then there would be a deep thudding noise over the sound of the merciless rushing water. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of the bigger parts of him, repeatedly colliding with the rusted sides of the machine until finally breaking up into smaller pieces and dispersing downstream, giving the catfish something to dine on for a midnight snack.
The wind kiss the grass ever so softly on the sweltering summer day. The meadow glowed with the brightest green, complimenting the columbian blue sky just perfectly. The village turbines twisted slowly, solemnly.
Whirring noise flooded my ear drums as the turbine slowly spun to life, growing louder and louder with each second as the sound bled from occasional thunks to a steady whisper, teasing the hairs along the nape of my neck and thudding in a harsh contrast to the beating of my heart.
the turbine engine wreaked
it was not what we seeked
whenever we put it in the car
it would hit you like you smacked a bar
i didn’t know what to do
so i helped someone with the flu
I went to volenteer
and the hospital gave a cheer
they never had some one choose
themselves to wear weird shoes
wind that circulates through giant engines, producing and using energy. making and taking. sharing and producing. spiraling around, circulating in motion. making things. taking things.
The plane’s turbines began to spin and i clutched my mother’s hand. Flying for the first time at 16, terrified of heights, and tears nearly running down my face. Now this is what awkward coming of age stories are made of.
The turbine blows, blows, blows. It spins as the air rushes through. Just as the feeling rush through my heart. I can’t slow them anymore than I can slow the power of the turbine. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop. But I guess…should I really stop? Should I even do anything?
The turbine spun slowly around, shooting air towards her quaking frame. Her damp hair whipped around her face, clinging to her throat like wet paint. Where was she? How did she end up here?
The turbine was grey. Lashed against the green landscape, so blatantly out of place. But there was a certain beauty in its workmanship, it gave the people of the valley energy. So it was ugly grey and power or bright green and candles.
I don’t know what a turbine is, but it makes me think of water. Water is beautiful. I hope a turbine isn’t something that takes away the natural beauty of water. Isn’t it a way to create energy, or something of the sort?
the wind turbines spun and whipped Julie’s hair around her face. she grinned and ran her hand over the frizz piling up on the crown of her head. it had been three weeks since she discovered this place, three weeks of utter peace and serenity. Julie was ultimately decided: no one could ever find out about her special cove. not even dad, her favorite parent was all hers.
I think a turbine is some sort of engine on an airplane. Or a part of an airplane. I am not very interested in airplanes, but I have ridden them a lot over the years. I visit China all the time, it’s great. Hmm, turbine, turbine, turbine. I think times almost up..
Watch how it keeps turning, turning, turning.
Is it a motor? Wind? Will? You never know really.
Unless you dig deeper into it
read its blueprints, see its outake
See what it breathes in and exhales.
See it when it has its good days, bad days
Watch it turn turn turn.
Wow, what word is that? Isn’t it a jet engine or something? I think so? Or is is something that goes on top of a muslim’s head? Or is that something else. I think so. I’m just confused about that… I need to think about that.
wind turbines are an efficient energy source, and should be used more than fossil fuels.
We continue to spin, we are constantly turning like a turbine, controlled by the shear power of the spinning, spinning, the constant motion. around and around and around.
The turbine blew the winds through Jessie’s hair. She hated the sight of huge machine running our world but welcomed change at the same time. She smiled and stepped away from the colossal monster. The grass beneath her feet was warm like the sun.
My life is being sucked by a turbine. I am falling deeper, and deeper into the black depths. I am rotating like a silly little toy, blown in the winds direction, taken to many places instead of one.
When I hear the word “turbine,” I think of wind turbines, generating power. I think of people trying to be “green,” to save the environment, to help the earth. I think of turbines as a good thing. We need to pay more attention to the Earth.
wind turbine; turbine engines; constant rotation; centrifuge; the power of continual motion.
The turbine gas automatic powered weapon rested in the hands of the man. He was confused, hurt, sad. People were yelling at him, telling him to put it down, that it would be all right. Of course it would be alright. Why wouldn’t it be? He was just standing there? Why were they angry at him? His hip hurt.
I believe this is used for i really have no idea haha. hmmm, maybe something like wind or water? it sounds really kind of boring. okaaaay, i think im done…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
That word sucks. Turbine. What does that even mean. Turbine. Its some mechanical I guess. In big machines. Cars? Boats? Probably planes. But what do you write about turbine. How does that word inspire anything in me as a person, a word that is mechanical in nature. Theres nothing natural about a turbine. Birds are not turbines. Flowers are not turbines. Dog shit is not a turbine.
perhaps the trouble is that I spend too much time writing about men. I am a turbine whirling round and round, always standing in the same place. would that these windmills could cartwheel away through the fields, across the green rolling hills to new pastures. there I would write only about things that truly matter, like God and world hunger and the soft fuzz on the back of his ear.
the turbine stopped working. no wind had blown in days. hunger would set in soon. the turbine ran everything in their small, remote village. with no wind, there was no turbine. and that meant no food, no water, nothing.
the turbine engine swirled and ran, screaming power
Like a turbine, there was reaction that was set of when subjected to pressure…
i always tell him, don’t ask for “what I was thinking” if you can’t endure hearing it – – –
yet I naively tell him, thinking his reaction will bring me comfort & understanding
instead, under pressure, he steams –
in his anger – stems my distrust
and i grow cold.
As the cat looked over the staircase, the bird came flying up behind her and she went mad! At last the bird had fooled the cat! With a little help from his buddy Fodo the dog(who also hated Mildred the cat)
Why do I keep getting this word???? maybe i want to try writing with a different word did you ever think of that??? is it so hard to give me a different word I mean really I need changes!!! So ummm how’s the weather?
The water flowed freely over the turbine as the dam went about its regular business. Wait, that is what turbines do right? They run on water and propel whatever makes the electricity, right? It’s been a while since 7 th grade science class.
The nightmare was his, she had come about his lie by way of his cell phone and that is when the fighting ensued, she lashed at him, scratching and clawing. The next thing he knew he was falling overboard where the bow of the boat came to meet him, he was run over his body hacked to pieces by the boats powerful turbine leaving a crimson stain on the crystal clear water.
I think wind is a great sense of power and that it’s okay that birds may get stuck in them. I have been to windy cities and I think it would be great to capitalize, but not exploit natural resources.
I think this also might have something to f
The turbines powered up and my grip on the arm rests tightened. What was I doing? Where was I going? Suddenly I wanted off this plane so badly that I had to clench every muscle in my body not to hop out of my seat and go running down the aisle to the exit. I couldn’t stay. Nothing was right anymore. But would anything be right where I was going?
Howard had a 1963 Chrysler turbine car sitting in the cobblestone driveway beside his cobblestone home, and it hadn’t been driven since the year it was made. He made good use of it as a lawn ornament, allowing the green to grow around its hubcaps like braids on a rubber man’s head.
I had wanted to drive that car so badly, but I knew it wouldn’t be in good shape now. I wouldn’t have been surprised if its engine had turned entirely copper from rust.
The Hoover Dam has turbines to convert the rushing water into hydro-electric power. Hydro-electric power is an alternative energy source to electricity.
The ceaseless humming, drowning out the desperate thoughts of love lost and pain never known, kept me from bursting into a cry for help.
“Whooa….that’s one heck of a big turbine” he spluttered, as he entered the building….”where’d ya get something that big and how exactly do you think you’re going to run it??”
Spinning faster and faster, my whole body is dizzy with thought. Stop me now before I can no longer move anything but my mind.
the wind pulled through the turbine at incredible speeds. faster than a jet stream, faster then supermans flying cape and faster than the fastest cheetahs purrrr….this was no ordinary wind either. this wind was sent directly from a magical spirit that could cure illness with one breath. people everywhere were praying to teh spirit to bring the breath from this wind to tehm every time an illness fell upon their city. one particular town called Eutheriainkin was hit with a devestating case of the laughing illness. everyone laughed at everything. you couldnt get one word out without laughing. it drove the people mad. when someone was trying to be serious – they would laugh and no one would take what they said to heart. very frustrating indeed. just imagine. you are trying to tell someone – seriously might i add that you do not like the taste of pickles on your sandwich. but cannot say this without laughing. the person in the deli who is making your salami and swiss cheese melt just looks at you like you are trying to pull their leg from behind the counter and continues to load on those nasty slimy pickles