Sally-Mae greedily gulped lungfuls of the perfumed air. She lowered her heavily make-uped eyes, her mascarraed eyelashes fluttered in the breeze. The convertible was speeding down the open highway at a stunning pace. Sally-Mae would never have to give in to him again.
Sabrina Podsobinski
She fucked him because he drove a convertible. Fifteen years later she was old and lonely and the middle-aged rich men passed her up for the younger, naive girls. All she was left with was a broken ego and the clap.
greg*
Riding along, the wind making a tangled mess of hair, Sun shining, clouds floating across the sky, Husband sitting close, enjoying the ride in a cherry red convertible.
N. Kourmoulis
my book is a convertibel car, with eyes on the wheels, and the rear window has blood stains on it, and th rooftop has big eyeglsses that I can use as a compessor.The gasoline is running out, my father is waiting.
Laszlo Dunai
a convertible can be a type of car where the roof can be lowered, or you can buy convertible jackets where you can zip another jacket into the lining. Convertible means to change something
Cee
If it doesn’t work, cut it off, you never ride with it down, are your inhabitions low, do you prize your hair too much, you live in Arizona, let the wind blow! If I had one I would…..
Alexandra
the car is driving fast down the strett
lauren
a car without a top for protection from the elements
penny
another convertible summer has passed
another long winter in our path
there’s no time like now to relax
here comes our cold mighty wrath
of the seamless route to our winter heart
jeff
old man crisis red status symbol gas guzzling useless bad hair machine transportation car
Crystal
the gto was not what I expected it to be. Beat to hell and loud, billowing smoke from the undernieth seemingly in protest to havine been started after months sitting in the back yard of the old preacher. It’s convertible top in tatters and looking like I would have to spend more than twice the asking price I looked at the old man, felt sorry for him, and plunked down my cash. As I drove of I could feel the power this old beater still had and gave it a little more ga. My friend, Jim, sitting beside me lauching in histerics wondered how in the world I could spend good money on such an old, tattered rust bucket. I put in the clutch looking over at Jim, slamed on the gas and banged second. The car responded like a mennace from hell lurching sideways and sprung forward like a wild animal. Smiling at Jim I said, Nice ride, huh?
jim
get in the convertible and drive with the windows half down so your hair does that thing and you feel like a cool lady in an old movie. make sure there’s a dude in the front seat with you. but never let him drive.
i repeat, never let him drive.
Emma
i like to ride in a convertible, the wind flows through my hair, and it makes me feel happy, very very happy. i like to watch dogs ride in a convertible, it looks quite funny.
Michael
I’m going to write about nothing and everything because your silly word prompt has been broken and stuck on convertible for the longest time. Why have a convertible? T-Tops are much better. They remind me of those first nights and how even I caved in to the cliche of oh wow I have an older boyfriend who owns a Camaro. It always seemed too Americana to be proud of that and then suddenly I understood.
Jessica
it is a type of car, many people seem to like convertibles more than they do normal cars, I think convertibles are pretty cool, it’s like riding a transformer robot. Without the cool special effect and sounds. TRANSFORMERS Robots in disguise,
Damien
A red convertible pulled up the the curb where I currently was and demanded for me to get in. I looked at it confused for a few seconds because I couldn’t see who was driving because it was dark out and the top was up. But when it demanded for the second time I recognized the voice and I meekly got in. I was at first scared to see the look on his face so I avoided eye contact.
Soraxx
its probably the best car ever. wind in your hair, sun everywhere. thank god for sunglasses. sometimes, chicks dig convertibles, but they’re not that great for balding, middle-aged men. some people see them as staus symbols, others as mid-life crisis mobiles. they probably work best in california because its not too terribly hot. highway one is awesome.
jason
my red mustang took me everywhere i could imagine that summer. parties, the beach, work…there was no place i wanted to go that my little boss didnt take me.
everybody loved it…guys, gals, everyone but the cop on th
Charlie Pharis
Bunnie had a convertible cadillac when i was only eight years old she gave me a ride with her blond hair flying and her bare feet on the pedals luaghing and a little eight year old kid was carried away
don
i once had a convertable.i drove it often.the top was made out of papier mache.i had to make a new one weekly.it was great convertable with polka dot leather.polka dot cows are hard to find.
jess
Driving down the road at night, stars floating above him and the wind all around as he accelerated more and more, it wasn’t until the very last moments in his life that he came to understand the true meaning of love and why he was doing what he was.
Jagyl
red car. i think of a red car when i hear convertible. most probably a red corvette. what year, I’m not sure. But I’m picturing a red corvette, white top, and some bald douchebag with a kangol on driving it.
I hate convertibles. What’s the deal with that anyways?
Daniel
i owned one once. rather, i own one now. but it no longer drives. rather, it would drive if i would do a minimum of repairs. alas, i’m lazy. and a terrific procrastinator. ah, but how romantic to drive through the summer night with the wind in your hair and the stars in your eyes.
otis
Hot fun in the summertime!
Stef
is mostly used when talking about cars , meaning it has a convertible roof , which means it folds back on itself , so you can have your roof open in the sun and closed when it rains
hugo
a car. Rosalie out of Twilight drives a red BMW 360 Convertible. I think they look alright, but not my favourite car. I perfer a ute or truck, something old.
ellen
One word is something that can make you or break you. It can’t make you feel great or make you feel miserable. You should always be aware of the things you say and the one words you say to people. You should chose your word wisely. You should be careful with your one word.
Dylan Locklear
Says to me a car, some kind of moving roof on top of a mini or an overly elegant sports car. It also says to me “change” and the ability to do so, whether for better or for worse.
Phil
classic americana teenage dream scene puberty girls cheeseburgersdrivein beach sunshinestarlight moonlight lovers lane headlight wait
keith
This word can mean a number of things – it can be an adjective, it has been derived from the verb “to convert” it can also be used in colloquial terms as a noun to describe a car that can have it’s roof removed manually or electronically.
Abi
This word can mean a number of things – it can be an adjective, it has been derived from the verb “to convert” it can also be used in colloquial terms as a noun to describe a car that can have it’s roof removed manually or electronically.
Abi
cars
red
roof down
hair blown
says comfortable
like that
if you can’t say it
most little kids cant
com-fore-tuh-bull
con-vur-tuh-bull
although i guess thats comfortable said wrong anyways.
oops
Crystal
As soon as i get to my red brand new 1979 Ford Mustang convertible, i realize that i died… from the impression…
Julio
One day I saw this convertible car with a bunch of crazy hobos in it drinking vodka with a pirate duck and then the hobos met up with some insane clowns (I think it was this clown posse or gang or something) and it went DOWN, man, and there was this wicked gun battle out there on the street right in front of everyone, even the police.
abigail
there is a bright red car sitting out side my house. I have no idea what is in store for me. I run out the door, new keys in hand, grinning from ear to ear. I hop in the car and to my delight it is a convertible, a bright, shiny new convertible, all mine.
Rikke
The convertible was red and shiny and she knew she shouldn’t have gotten into it. This boy was slimy, a shyster, despite his winning smile, pompadour and hansome face. It was true that anyone with a cheeseburger and a milkshake could have her, but she certainly wasn’t proud of it. Maybe she should be more like her friend Lainey, who didn’t eat at all. Then she wouldn’t find herself in this kind of mess. The convertable passed lots of sand and brush and occasionally cactus that looked straight out of a painting. She didn’t know where they were headed and, not for the first time, was increasingly afraid for her life. She should’ve brought a cellphone, a girlfriend, a can of mace. She’s shouldn’t feel so excited, one sick puppy, clearly the result of a troubled childhood!
Angela Mohn
A car without a top – wind – blue sky…that’s MY convertible!!
Ken
a vehicle with a roof that can be taken off.
kathryn burton
The little red convertible Mustang was a car envied by all who saw it. Collectors squabbled over the car’s worth but that was just in dollars. It was impossible to assess the car’s worth in emotional terms.
Amy
He had a convertible but it wasn’t a nice one. It wasn’t shiny, it was ragged but he loved driving that thing, he loved the attention he got because of it, even it was the wrong kind of attention. But the ones who saw through it, who thought he must be an interesting kind of guy for driving a convertible like that, they were the ones he ended up befriending and they were the ones he would end up loving.
Sally-Mae greedily gulped lungfuls of the perfumed air. She lowered her heavily make-uped eyes, her mascarraed eyelashes fluttered in the breeze. The convertible was speeding down the open highway at a stunning pace. Sally-Mae would never have to give in to him again.
She fucked him because he drove a convertible. Fifteen years later she was old and lonely and the middle-aged rich men passed her up for the younger, naive girls. All she was left with was a broken ego and the clap.
Riding along, the wind making a tangled mess of hair, Sun shining, clouds floating across the sky, Husband sitting close, enjoying the ride in a cherry red convertible.
my book is a convertibel car, with eyes on the wheels, and the rear window has blood stains on it, and th rooftop has big eyeglsses that I can use as a compessor.The gasoline is running out, my father is waiting.
a convertible can be a type of car where the roof can be lowered, or you can buy convertible jackets where you can zip another jacket into the lining. Convertible means to change something
If it doesn’t work, cut it off, you never ride with it down, are your inhabitions low, do you prize your hair too much, you live in Arizona, let the wind blow! If I had one I would…..
the car is driving fast down the strett
a car without a top for protection from the elements
another convertible summer has passed
another long winter in our path
there’s no time like now to relax
here comes our cold mighty wrath
of the seamless route to our winter heart
old man crisis red status symbol gas guzzling useless bad hair machine transportation car
the gto was not what I expected it to be. Beat to hell and loud, billowing smoke from the undernieth seemingly in protest to havine been started after months sitting in the back yard of the old preacher. It’s convertible top in tatters and looking like I would have to spend more than twice the asking price I looked at the old man, felt sorry for him, and plunked down my cash. As I drove of I could feel the power this old beater still had and gave it a little more ga. My friend, Jim, sitting beside me lauching in histerics wondered how in the world I could spend good money on such an old, tattered rust bucket. I put in the clutch looking over at Jim, slamed on the gas and banged second. The car responded like a mennace from hell lurching sideways and sprung forward like a wild animal. Smiling at Jim I said, Nice ride, huh?
get in the convertible and drive with the windows half down so your hair does that thing and you feel like a cool lady in an old movie. make sure there’s a dude in the front seat with you. but never let him drive.
i repeat, never let him drive.
i like to ride in a convertible, the wind flows through my hair, and it makes me feel happy, very very happy. i like to watch dogs ride in a convertible, it looks quite funny.
I’m going to write about nothing and everything because your silly word prompt has been broken and stuck on convertible for the longest time. Why have a convertible? T-Tops are much better. They remind me of those first nights and how even I caved in to the cliche of oh wow I have an older boyfriend who owns a Camaro. It always seemed too Americana to be proud of that and then suddenly I understood.
it is a type of car, many people seem to like convertibles more than they do normal cars, I think convertibles are pretty cool, it’s like riding a transformer robot. Without the cool special effect and sounds. TRANSFORMERS Robots in disguise,
A red convertible pulled up the the curb where I currently was and demanded for me to get in. I looked at it confused for a few seconds because I couldn’t see who was driving because it was dark out and the top was up. But when it demanded for the second time I recognized the voice and I meekly got in. I was at first scared to see the look on his face so I avoided eye contact.
its probably the best car ever. wind in your hair, sun everywhere. thank god for sunglasses. sometimes, chicks dig convertibles, but they’re not that great for balding, middle-aged men. some people see them as staus symbols, others as mid-life crisis mobiles. they probably work best in california because its not too terribly hot. highway one is awesome.
my red mustang took me everywhere i could imagine that summer. parties, the beach, work…there was no place i wanted to go that my little boss didnt take me.
everybody loved it…guys, gals, everyone but the cop on th
Bunnie had a convertible cadillac when i was only eight years old she gave me a ride with her blond hair flying and her bare feet on the pedals luaghing and a little eight year old kid was carried away
i once had a convertable.i drove it often.the top was made out of papier mache.i had to make a new one weekly.it was great convertable with polka dot leather.polka dot cows are hard to find.
Driving down the road at night, stars floating above him and the wind all around as he accelerated more and more, it wasn’t until the very last moments in his life that he came to understand the true meaning of love and why he was doing what he was.
red car. i think of a red car when i hear convertible. most probably a red corvette. what year, I’m not sure. But I’m picturing a red corvette, white top, and some bald douchebag with a kangol on driving it.
I hate convertibles. What’s the deal with that anyways?
i owned one once. rather, i own one now. but it no longer drives. rather, it would drive if i would do a minimum of repairs. alas, i’m lazy. and a terrific procrastinator. ah, but how romantic to drive through the summer night with the wind in your hair and the stars in your eyes.
Hot fun in the summertime!
is mostly used when talking about cars , meaning it has a convertible roof , which means it folds back on itself , so you can have your roof open in the sun and closed when it rains
a car. Rosalie out of Twilight drives a red BMW 360 Convertible. I think they look alright, but not my favourite car. I perfer a ute or truck, something old.
One word is something that can make you or break you. It can’t make you feel great or make you feel miserable. You should always be aware of the things you say and the one words you say to people. You should chose your word wisely. You should be careful with your one word.
Says to me a car, some kind of moving roof on top of a mini or an overly elegant sports car. It also says to me “change” and the ability to do so, whether for better or for worse.
classic americana teenage dream scene puberty girls cheeseburgersdrivein beach sunshinestarlight moonlight lovers lane headlight wait
This word can mean a number of things – it can be an adjective, it has been derived from the verb “to convert” it can also be used in colloquial terms as a noun to describe a car that can have it’s roof removed manually or electronically.
This word can mean a number of things – it can be an adjective, it has been derived from the verb “to convert” it can also be used in colloquial terms as a noun to describe a car that can have it’s roof removed manually or electronically.
cars
red
roof down
hair blown
says comfortable
like that
if you can’t say it
most little kids cant
com-fore-tuh-bull
con-vur-tuh-bull
although i guess thats comfortable said wrong anyways.
oops
As soon as i get to my red brand new 1979 Ford Mustang convertible, i realize that i died… from the impression…
One day I saw this convertible car with a bunch of crazy hobos in it drinking vodka with a pirate duck and then the hobos met up with some insane clowns (I think it was this clown posse or gang or something) and it went DOWN, man, and there was this wicked gun battle out there on the street right in front of everyone, even the police.
there is a bright red car sitting out side my house. I have no idea what is in store for me. I run out the door, new keys in hand, grinning from ear to ear. I hop in the car and to my delight it is a convertible, a bright, shiny new convertible, all mine.
The convertible was red and shiny and she knew she shouldn’t have gotten into it. This boy was slimy, a shyster, despite his winning smile, pompadour and hansome face. It was true that anyone with a cheeseburger and a milkshake could have her, but she certainly wasn’t proud of it. Maybe she should be more like her friend Lainey, who didn’t eat at all. Then she wouldn’t find herself in this kind of mess. The convertable passed lots of sand and brush and occasionally cactus that looked straight out of a painting. She didn’t know where they were headed and, not for the first time, was increasingly afraid for her life. She should’ve brought a cellphone, a girlfriend, a can of mace. She’s shouldn’t feel so excited, one sick puppy, clearly the result of a troubled childhood!
A car without a top – wind – blue sky…that’s MY convertible!!
a vehicle with a roof that can be taken off.
The little red convertible Mustang was a car envied by all who saw it. Collectors squabbled over the car’s worth but that was just in dollars. It was impossible to assess the car’s worth in emotional terms.
He had a convertible but it wasn’t a nice one. It wasn’t shiny, it was ragged but he loved driving that thing, he loved the attention he got because of it, even it was the wrong kind of attention. But the ones who saw through it, who thought he must be an interesting kind of guy for driving a convertible like that, they were the ones he ended up befriending and they were the ones he would end up loving.