What's in your trunk? (932 hits)
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Submitted by SpikeGoddess (View user info) at 2005-12-05 11:10:50 EST
Ok, here goes. Imagine the following:
It's a very cold night. The bare trees are scraping up against the side of the house as the wind blows and every few minutes you're involuntarily turning your head to see who's there, only to remind yourself that it's only the wind. The power went out about an hour ago so you've got a fire going and a little electric heater. The whole place is glittering with candles and without any electronic distractions the entire night seems to slip by more gracefully. Your thoughts are wandering to places they wouldn't normally go, indulging your deepest fears and entertaining your deepest fantasies. You feel almost like you're in between worlds; you still feel a sense of connection to your everyday life, but there's a subtle threat that at any moment you might slip into something else...you're not sure what it might be. Every time you get close to imagining it you hear the trees again.
You're a little chilly so you go in search of another blanket and you head over to the closet armed with a flashlight. You're digging through all kinds of crap that's accumulated in past attempts at "cleaning up" when you stub your toe against something rock hard at the bottom of the closet. You clear off some stuff and discover a huge trunk that you've never seen before, as far as you can remember. As you pull it out of the closet it feels extremely cold to the touch and something tells you not to open it. You examine it with the flashlight and when you turn it on its side to get a look at the bottom you gasp. On the bottom of this trunk that you have never seen, in huge lettering, is your own name.
So----
What's in the trunk?
What does the trunk look like?
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Submitted by ThatOneGirl (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:50:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
The trunk looks like refrigerator and it is filled with baby penguins. Live ones, because dead penguins make the Baby Jesus cry.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:48:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
the trunk is large and brown, covered in dust. my name is written in cursive, rather nicely.
i open the trunk to find all my old comic books and action figures.
i gasp.
tears well up inside my eyes.
she said she threw them out. just before she threw me out.
and now that she's gone, i finally realize that she didn't hate me all this time, and that i should've told her all the things i never got a chance to.
i'll miss you mom.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:28:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
... oh and it's called a "chest" you infidel American.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:27:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
All my base are belong to trunk.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:19:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The trunk itself is not out of the ordinary looking. Could be any other trunk.
Inside is a skeleton bearing the marks of a horrible death from murder.
The skeleton is me; I was murdered and am a ghost who finally found their own body after lonely decades of haunting the house I met my end in.
Once found, I disappear. I can now move on.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-12-06 00:04:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The trunk is highly polished stainless steel, bolstered by steel bands across the top from front to back. It has a rubber gasket lining the inside rim of the lid so that when it shuts, nothing gets in, nothing gets out.
Inside is the relationship I lost with my mother twenty five years ago. Pinned to it is a picture of her gravestone. Discovering this, I close and lock the chest. Taking it outside, I bury it in my backyard, thus letting sleeping dogs lie.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-12-05 21:01:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
junk, eh?
well, what are you going to do with it?
by it, of course, i mean all (not some) of that junk.
all that junk.
all that junk...inside your trunk.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-12-05 20:05:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The trunk itself is faded oak. It's sturdy, old, and non-descript. A large key lock keeps it closed.
Inside is a colored rock, given to my by my daughter when she was 3, and a picture with random lines and shapes drawn on it, given to me by my son at the same age.
There is a smaller box inside. It is rectangular, and ornately painted. The designs are black, blue and green. It was given to me by my mother during her "Box Crafting" phase and inside it is a picture of us standing together by a creek, fishing rods in hand.
In one corner, is an empty 12 gauge shell with a small brown feather fastened to it with a rubber band, from my first hunting trip with my step father.
In another, is a tape cassete labelled Guns N Roses, given to me by my brother the year we started getting along.
There is a single running shoe sitting against one side. It's old and white. The laces are frayed and the word 'SAM' is written on the side with black felt marker.
There is a shiny penny in an envelope labelled 'Hali'
The rest is a mismatch of letters and photo's.
Submitted by leilani (user info) at 2005-12-05 13:30:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
all my missing socks
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-12-05 13:12:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Yeah, I wrote it on a lark after reading this.
And yes, Berty, the poem is shit. Anything that has a WWF tag-team reference in it usually is.
Submitted by G-prime (user info) at 2005-12-05 13:05:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
orgasmatron, did you write that? Forgive my ignorance if it is a famous poem.
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:56:01 EST (#)
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My humps, my humps, my humps, my humps...
My lovely lady lumps!
I FUCKING HATe THAT SONg. jebus wept.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:49:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:47:05 (#)
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lady humps?
I thought it was lady lumps!
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We can have a discussion about this, but it would have to be in private so the Albanian won't find out.
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:47:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
lady humps?
I thought it was lady lumps!
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:44:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
That poem is horrible.
Submitted by proofofpurchase (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:38:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Molly bolts.....lots and lots of them, one of those elastic door knob excercise thingys that were all the rage in the 70's, macrame yarn, 5 different sizes of croche needles, a Don Quixote marionette, a poster of the Bay City Rollers, and a copy of the movie Mommy Dearest...in BETA.
Submitted by claymation_dude (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:34:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
I let the trunk fall to the floor and wondered at its presence
And why its polished wood, at night, gave off such luminscense,
My name, in printed black, for sure, was clear for all to see,
And yet, I'd never seen this trunk, this gold-locked mystery.
I went outside and braved the cold and found my father's axe,
I thought of Demolition as I used the axe to smash
That workman's lock well-worn with age that held the strange box closed
I marveled when the bolt split twain - I saw what was enclosed:
My eyes perceived a tiny coffin, smaller than a clock,
My pulse it bounded, quickened as my heart dealt with the shock,
Beside the little box I saw coathangers stained and curved
And with it, written out longhand, a letter I observed.
The note was from my mother written to my dad's attention:
"Dearest, there is something I have held back and must mention -
This son we've raised is not your own, your seed I did not carry,
But yes, you did impregnate me after we first got married.
I could not stand to birth your babe, you weak-willed, wretched fool
And so I took me to the woods and made a log my stool,
From 'tween my legs I carved and poked and rooted out your child
I placed it here, inside this box - it's slept here all the while.
This whelp that we've both raised is not a product of your loins
And yet he's from your bloodline, for your brother and I joined
Upon our tiny marriage bed, I took your lustful twin,
His shot hit true, I bore our boy - my secret, safe within."
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This poem is excellent. Original post, not so good.
Submitted by claymation_dude (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:34:10 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
I let the trunk fall to the floor and wondered at its presence
And why its polished wood, at night, gave off such luminscense,
My name, in printed black, for sure, was clear for all to see,
And yet, I'd never seen this trunk, this gold-locked mystery.
I went outside and braved the cold and found my father's axe,
I thought of Demolition as I used the axe to smash
That workman's lock well-worn with age that held the strange box closed
I marveled when the bolt split twain - I saw what was enclosed:
My eyes perceived a tiny coffin, smaller than a clock,
My pulse it bounded, quickened as my heart dealt with the shock,
Beside the little box I saw coathangers stained and curved
And with it, written out longhand, a letter I observed.
The note was from my mother written to my dad's attention:
"Dearest, there is something I have held back and must mention -
This son we've raised is not your own, your seed I did not carry,
But yes, you did impregnate me after we first got married.
I could not stand to birth your babe, you weak-willed, wretched fool
And so I took me to the woods and
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:29:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
an empty chalice, a small rusty iron rod, a bloodstain, and a small box with no way to open it.
Lachrimae occulus.
Submitted by Iago (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:22:08 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Your mom, and she's not coming home till im done assfucking her.
What kind of gay emo post is this anyway?
because it was kinda discriptive your not getting a -2.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:07:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:25:01 (#)
Ranking: 0
It's the body of a small baby, wrapped in sheets and somewhat preserved. There is a charm around its neck and it has your name on it. Along side it in the box is some paperwork, a few pictures of your mother and father smiling and laughing, your mom is in various stages of pregnancy in the photos.
You rifle through the paperwork a bit and find a birth certificate, paperclipped to a few other papers. Your name appears on it and you think nothing of it until you read the next page behind it and it is another birth certificate with a name very similar to yours. The dates are the same and the times are only separated by a few moments.
In complete shock of your discovery, you sit in wonder it you are you or were you really the other child, perhaps your parents liked your name the most and decided it should be the name of the surviving child.
Perhaps though, you are you, long dead and wandering, your sould finally having made it back home...
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Ok, I haven't looked at this post since I had the review page opened up to write and send that little shizzay of mine below, but this is almost exactly what I was going to do before I got sidetracked by my co-worker hanging up his coat and then had coathangers on the brain.
Curious. Strange.
Get out of my head, mofo!
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:05:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I let the trunk fall to the floor and wondered at its presence
And why its polished wood, at night, gave off such luminscense,
My name, in printed black, for sure, was clear for all to see,
And yet, I'd never seen this trunk, this gold-locked mystery.
I went outside and braved the cold and found my father's axe,
I thought of Demolition as I used the axe to smash
That workman's lock well-worn with age that held the strange box closed
I marveled when the bolt split twain - I saw what was enclosed:
My eyes perceived a tiny coffin, smaller than a clock,
My pulse it bounded, quickened as my heart dealt with the shock,
Beside the little box I saw coathangers stained and curved
And with it, written out longhand, a letter I observed.
The note was from my mother written to my dad's attention:
"Dearest, there is something I have held back and must mention -
This son we've raised is not your own, your seed I did not carry,
But yes, you did impregnate me after we first got married.
I could not stand to birth your babe, you weak-willed, wretched fool
And so I took me to the woods and made a log my stool,
From 'tween my legs I carved and poked and rooted out your child
I placed it here, inside this box - it's slept here all the while.
This whelp that we've both raised is not a product of your loins
And yet he's from your bloodline, for your brother and I joined
Upon our tiny marriage bed, I took your lustful twin,
His shot hit true, I bore our boy - my secret, safe within."
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:03:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Masamune,
been a long time sense i held teh blade!
off to kick teh shit out of chaos,
bitches.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-12-05 12:02:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:53:07 (#)
Ranking: 0
my lady lady humps
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about time
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:54:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Just the one trunk in the trunk Pen Name, if I had more then it'd be a pain in the arse getting them out because I'd have to get all the fucking trunks out and open them up like I was disecting a Russian Doll.
Who needs more than 2 trunks anyway? If you have then it means you've got far too much crap.
Berty does not lead a cluttered existence.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:53:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
my lady lady humps
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:44:55 EST (#)
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My golf clubs, a spare tire, spark plugs, butt plugs
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:43:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:30:41 (#)
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Fuck all; I don't hoard junk. The only think that I might store in a trunk like that would be another, smaller, trunk.
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and then a smaller trunk in that trunk...and a smaller one in the smaller trunk, etc.
OMGWTFINFINITY
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:30:41 EST (#)
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Fuck all; I don't hoard junk. The only think that I might store in a trunk like that would be another, smaller, trunk.
Submitted by MisterCeltic (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:28:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sure, since you offered, I'd throw it in your trunk.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:26:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Ok, ok. I'll play nice.
There's a dead hooker in it.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:25:01 EST (#)
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It's the body of a small baby, wrapped in sheets and somewhat preserved. There is a charm around its neck and it has your name on it. Along side it in the box is some paperwork, a few pictures of your mother and father smiling and laughing, your mom is in various stages of pregnancy in the photos.
You rifle through the paperwork a bit and find a birth certificate, paperclipped to a few other papers. Your name appears on it and you think nothing of it until you read the next page behind it and it is another birth certificate with a name very similar to yours. The dates are the same and the times are only separated by a few moments.
In complete shock of your discovery, you sit in wonder it you are you or were you really the other child, perhaps your parents liked your name the most and decided it should be the name of the surviving child.
Perhaps though, you are you, long dead and wandering, your sould finally having made it back home...
Submitted by sl4tt3ry (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:24:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:15:25 (#)
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Some kind of magical electrical device that can run a electric heater without any power.
Jackass.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:22:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting. I could, of course, say "All the things I never achieved, the Pulitzer prize for journalism and the densely written journals of my "Travels Through Asia With Pen and Paper", pictures of myself in exptic locales, all the debris of a life i turned my back on because I just couldn't be fucking arsed to put in the work to get there." That's the point, right? The skeletons, the regrets, the secret shames?
But, you know, it's very late here, and I quite like my life as it is. I have a cup of very good coffee, the house smells of bleach, the kids are sleeping and they're breathing clearly for once, and I just started rereading The Grapes of Wrath, and I'm happy.
So in the trunk is a dead mouse, stiff and petrified with age, and a newspaper clipping from 1963. There's a discarded champagne cork and two tubes of lipstick, empty.
And I NEED to lay off the caffeine/insomnia daily double, it makes me ramble.
Submitted by Cryslynn1 (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:22:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:14:24 (#)
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Is this like one of those questions that tells you what you think about death?
You know, the one where you say "its dark, and cold and lonely" and then someone says "thats what you think about dying!!"
Because I think the trunk is a load of money.
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I agree! MONEY!!!!!
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:22:27 EST (#)
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...something tells you not to open it.
Oh, I missed that bit - I guess I won't find out if I don't open it.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:16:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I'd rather be an asshole, than a WHOLE ASS. So, there. Nyeah!
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:16:27 EST (#)
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It's the Silver arrows I need to defeat Gannondorf, silly.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:16:26 EST (#)
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What's in the trunk? """
A dead teenage girls.
What does the trunk look like? """
A Probe 1995.
The huge lettering says Eric D. Rice.
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:15:25 EST (#)
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Some kind of magical electrical device that can run a electric heater without any power.
Jackass.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:15:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:13:47 (#)
Ranking: 1
I gots junk in ma trunk.
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asshole
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:14:36 EST (#)
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Inside the trunk is a cloak with a large coat-of-arms embroidered on the back, and a bracer with my name in silver letters that glows faintly when my arm gets near it.
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:14:24 EST (#)
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Is this like one of those questions that tells you what you think about death?
You know, the one where you say "its dark, and cold and lonely" and then someone says "thats what you think about dying!!"
Because I think the trunk is a load of money.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:13:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I gots junk in ma trunk.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-12-05 11:13:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
The power went out about an hour ago so you've got a fire going and a little electric heater.
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