Dump Truck Short Story

Anyone who knows me, will most likely know that I am a car nut. I can name a very wide variety of cars, from American cars to import cars, junkers to supercars. I am also really into trucks also. It is funny, because I used to despise it when people lowered them, Now I wonder why?

Dane Gray while working in Alcan went to his job like a regular day not knowing that this day was going to change his life forever. As an electrician he was needed all over the plant , but there are no vehicles there that he could drive and he was needed to much to walk everywhere so the only way that he could get his job done was to ride the scoop bucket. As he was riding

"Blake, are you kidding me? Again!" Weiss yelled as she saw the stuffing spilling out of a pillow from claw marks. "I'm sorry. Its a habit!" Blake was about to continue on with her apology, but Weiss cut her off. "Its a problem! You've cause a hundred dollars of damage in one month!" Weiss sighed. "Since Yang and Ruby don't care about the mutilation of our furniture at all, I'm going to have to stop you. Blake, one more incedent, and I'm sending you to the pound." Blake scanned Weiss's face for any sign that she was jesting, but found that she was being completely serious.

Would you ever spend days of your life under a deck pulling weeds pouring mulch and planting flowers I did.

Ludwig collapsed on his improvised bed next to his brother, exhausted. Gilbert didn’t even look up from cleaning his gun. It was his form of relaxing in the evening, making sure all the parts were in perfect condition.

She had been warned that prisoners often tried to con visitors. He appeared to realize this, subsequently telling her, “I am just a simple man. Nothing else. And to most other people a convicted killer looking for someone to manipulate.”

While Anders sat there on the floor bleeding from an apparent bullet wound to the head, the lady that was standing next to him in line is now standing there trying desperately not to cry and in apparent shock looks at the robbers as they say to her “lay down, shut the fuck up, and follow directions, before I do the same to you!” She slowly turns her head in the other direction and cries softly to morn a person that just a few seconds ago she had a distaste for, asking herself why? Why didn’t this man just keep his mouth shut? Why couldn’t he just be quiet like everyone else? And an echo in her head …justice is done, as this woman was sitting there beating herself up over a conversation she had a few seconds ago with a complete stranger

A long time ago, a clouded leopard, named Gilbert, wanted to take a trip all by himself. He figured he was old enough to go alone. Although he didn’t want to take just any old trip like all the other clouded leopards, he wanted to go to the sky! Gilbert started to search for the tallest tree he could find. Once he found it, he climbed all the way up to the tippy top. He then stretched his paw as far as he could to reach for the clouds. He pulled himself up through the cloud. He was finally in the sky!

Have you ever deadlifted a truck? Two summers ago in the month of June I had a great experience of this. One day after I just got done with work I received a call from my friend Cole.

Your flatbed truck is a dispensable tool that allows you to haul cargo like hay bales and lumber, but sometimes you would like to use your truck to tow a fifth wheel. With the B&W Companion Flatbed 5th Wheel Hitch, you can turn your flatbed truck into a tow vehicle. This hitch uses the coupler that the regular Companion from B&W uses, but this one is made for the steel flatbed. It can tow up to 22,000 pounds and can sit in a well that is up to 4-inches deep that is 20-inches by 20-inches. It does not need rails for installation because it uses the B&W Turnoverball system that mounts under the bed. It makes the hitch easily removable when you need to go back to hauling hay bales or lumber. The Turnoverball system by B&W allows you to pull a

Our 15 yard dumpster is the best for completing your small-to-medium sized projects. Small dumpsters are only useful for house or property remodeling and renovating a single a room. While this dumpster is ideal if you need to clean up or remodel an average-sized room inside your house or your property. We assure you that this dumpster will suit your needs.

Rin walked into the dimly lit club, bad remixes blaring through the foggy room. Bright lights flashed every color of the rainbow, sending blinding beams every time they hit one of the many mirrors along the walls. The place smelled of sexual tension and booze, college memories at their finest. Rin walked over to the bar, sliding into the dinged up stool and resting his elbows on the table.

One morning, Anthony, Joseph, Luke, Timothy and nine woke up in a mad/moody morning. They all brushed their teeth and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Their mom and dad did not have enough money to pay for there rents. They needed to pay there rent by the next 4-5 months. So Anthony's parents (the kids parents) asked the kids if they can earn money for the family. The kids said “Yes” so they went to the garage and started to make a lemonade stand. They started with the title. They put the title as, “Pit Stop” Nine said that we be a good title for the lemonade stand because people are probably going to drive far so they take a “Pit Stop” to there lemonade stand. While they were getting the cups ready, A white truck stopped near the lemonade stand to see what the kids were doing. The man parked his car beside the lemonade stand, the man stepped out of his truck to buy some lemonade. The kid asked if the man wanted to buy some lemonade. The man nodded with thrust. The man explained to the kids that he came from an hour drive without water because he forgot his water at his house and he needed to go to the hospital because his mom was not feeling well. Luke handed the man a full cup of lemonade. The man handed Luke $5. The man drove off with a smirk on his face. After a hour or so no one came, so the kids were getting worried that there not making enough money for the family.

Mr. Shiftlet had to move a few things around before he came across a tire iron and rusty old jack in the trunk of the car. The tools quickly became slicked with rain, and tough to manipulate with just one arm. Trucks swished past him on the highway, their headlamps newly lit and glinting in the spreading darkness. One of them honked at him, then swerved to a halt not forty yards beyond. A fat man climbed down from the cab and walked back.

We slithered behind like inchworms across a leaf and shivered in the soggy air, listening.