I was driving down the highway and a car next to me pulls out of nowhere beside me with 5 clowns inside. They ask me to pull over but in my hesitation, I go faster. I’m afraid of clowns, no way am I pulling over this vehicle. So I speed up and when I think I lose them, there they are straight ahead of me. And BOOM! Crash.
Shelby
They were fighting again. Jason and Lily’s parents were always fighting. “After 14 years, you’d think I’d be over this. You’d think their squabbling would stop hurting after all that time,” Jason thought to himself as he grabbed a hammer and began violently pounding nails into wood planks. But time had not healed this wound. Time had made it worse. His childhood fear had turned into pain and now he felt that pain becoming anger. He had to get away. He had to get his little sister, Lily, away as well. This wasn’t good for them. He didn’t what had happened to him to happen to her.
I was on my way into town. I shouldn’t be, mom and dad are gone. I am driving the Impala without permission. Well I suppose they won’t find out unless I drive like an idiot. I am going to meet my friend for lunch. I haven’t seen her in ages.
Liz
i used to go on drives in college just to get away from my roommates and my apartment. it is funny how i felt like i was embracing the outdoors and stretching my wings while staying inside of a metal box the entire time…hypocritical or not, it was the best way to relax after a long day
jeżdzenie jest fajne. samochód mi się zepsuł ale jak tylko go naprawię, na pewno wybiorę się na przejażdzkę. Ztęskniłem się. Nagram sobie muzykę, pojadę gdzieś za Rzeszów, zrobię sobie spacer po jakimś mieście. A może się prześpię w samochodzie? Samochód daje możliwości.
Driving is cool. Car broke down, but when I’ll fix it, I go to trip. I miss car. I record music and ride somewhere
Michał Urban
I don’t drive yet because I don’t have my permit. Unfortunately, I can’t drive but it is expensive anyway. Gas costs a lot
Buckle my seatbelt, drive my car
Buckle my seatbelt, drive my car
Or drive me crazy
If the swelling in my recovering face does not go down
if i have to suck down chocolate pudding for the rest of my life
I will inevitably reach the point of insanity
Audrey
thoughts racing, cant take your eyes off the road. being creative, sometimes bored, thinking outloud, singing obnoxiously, long road trips. endless white lines passing below. trees behind getting smaller and smaller. eyes closing with the monotony. driving can be a pain in the ass.
Kayla
Whenever I go driving I feel a sense of relief. It was like I was escaping whatever was happening at my house, or at school, wherever. I know that some people don’t like driving, or that they think just going out for no reason is stupid. I love it, though. I had my own car and it was like I was free whenever I went out for a drive.
Im driving my way into a hole. And deep down inside, I don’t want to get out.
(its cold with this air conditioner)
Amahdi
I raise a hand to wipe my eyes, and the man in the passenger seat flips out.
“I said both hands on the wheel at all times!” he shouts, pushing his gun in my face.
“Cut it out! If you don’t let me wipe my eyes I’m gonna crash the damn car!” I shout back.
I hate being pushed around. Whether the person pushing me around has a gun or not….Doesn’t really makes a difference.
I like driving. I will be driving fro 15 hours on Monday. I will be driving to new orleans for an internship. Driving also makes me think of taking a leasurly drive down pretty county roads in a convertable top down. Also I got a new car recenly. A 2001 Ford Ranger.
Amariah
Driving. It’s like seeing that open road ahead of you gives you freedom. You’re behind the wheel. You have control, for once in your life. It’s beautifully simple.
Emily
space ship, road signs, alacantra, sunroof, a jet above…
Down the long road you see passing life. Caught up in your thoughts, your own self-interest, your troubles you miss life occurring around you. Stop. Stop thinking. Start living in the now. Not the past, nor the future… but the present. There’s beauty in the lives, homes and landscape you pass. Breath it in, let it consume you like the engine swallows gasoline.
Jenelle Renner
i cant drive. if i could i would be able to go everywhere. to the beach, shopping, around the country. but i am too young to drive but i will leanr soon i swear. i failed my theory test once but its ok because i can do it again
Eva
Whenever I’m driving back home (or I guess, my apartment) I always have to consciously tell myself, “Keep driving HOME, Rae. Don’t go to the train tracks. You can’t leave just yet. You need just a bit more money, and your guitar isn’t in your car, so what would be the point?” I want to live with the hobos. So bad. Then I wouldn’t have a car to drive. The only driving force would be my curiosity.
Rae
what people do when they are in cars and what they do in a high speed chase.
driving is done in: cars, busses, motorcycles, and maybe more.
Sophie
i love it.it’s so relieving.it makes me sometimes sick,but it’s okay.i love being in a car and watch the roads.too bad i’m only 14 and i can’t drive,but i love watching someone doing this.i wanna drive a lot when i’ll be 18
Andreeea
This waiting is driving me mad. Just call me already so I can go! I think I am going mad. AGH! I just need one phone call and a simple answer. Please. Please. I’m mad. It’s official. PLEASE. PLEASE.
i like driving. it always leads to somewhere. people can die from driving, but i still take the risk. same as everyone else. except Amish. they drive buggies. which im sure you can die from too.
Faerlan
I was driving through a lane and landed in a hedge when I finally saw you staring at me. Your stare wasn’t any different from before and it made me cry how cool you looked. But something in your gaze made me wonder if there still was more to you and I. Oh, how I can make myself crazy with hope by only looking at your eyes..
Lauren Sarah
the car down the street, running away from pain. driving my son to his daycare, where others have the opportunity to raise him partially while i go to work and try to make a living. i wish money wasn`t an issue. i wish i could spend more time with him. as i write this, he’s at daycare.
A true pleasure. I’ve always been very fond of the concept of just going on an open road, listening to music and contemplating the horizon.
jack
Wooden or metal tapering garden structure for climbing plants
Lambert
You’re a terrible passenger because our communication is based on eye contact and you want it even when I’m driving. I get lost in those big brown eyes, and while my thoughts should be focused on not careening off the road and into the Hudson, they’re squarely focused on putting my life in your hands.
I passed 6 months ago. Already I’ve had several minor accidents. The freedom when you pass and all the different opportunities and flexibilities that come with having a car and being able to jump in it and drive with the music pumping and the windows down smiling with your shades on. No better feeling.
Charlotte
It was the sound in my head I suppose. Or, more like I had a sound in my head. Was dictating the song into my iPhone. I was driving back home to you after a week away with “the boys.” It was ready to do it. I wanted to say it in a song. I wanted you to finally know and I thought a delicate little melody may make the blow easier to take.
We went driving across the windswept plains with the windows down and the volume up.
The sun shone brightly, though it was early in the morning, and the sky was a deeper blue than I’d ever seen it before.
The soft curves of the road swung us from side to side, almost as if they were lulling us to sleep; and the air came in clean and cool, and it smelled faintly of the sea.
We rode on until we reached the yellow fields of flowers, with stalks as tall as we were.
We clambered from the car, laughing, and dove into that yellow sea, letting it’s inmensity swallow us whole.
why did i get the topic of driving again? perhaps it is because i have postponed the idea of getting my license for far too long and subconscious drives are hinting me to start practicing. that sounds
danielle
driving is the number one way to get around in america. we have approximately twenty cars for every living person in the united states. this causes severe pollution and were all going to die. driving is inconvenient.
danielle
you have be very responsible about it. it can represent liberty or death. there’s kids that just go crazy about it. but it’s fun. it marks a time in your life. growing up. and that you have more things to worry about than yourself
Lillianys Medina
i hate driving…. cant wait till my kids start driving, well not really that scares the crap out of me, but i’m tired of being the everything taxi. Driving is fun when it’s on a long empty road and you can drive as fast as you want
pedal to the medal. two shots of whiskey flowing. nothing in the world can keep me from going.
Cid drives Shera absolutely, batshit insane- on the other hand, Shera drives Cid absolutely, batshit insane.
What finally drove them to get married is beyond any of their friends’ imaginations.
For once, I will disobey this site’s rule…
I was driving down the highway and a car next to me pulls out of nowhere beside me with 5 clowns inside. They ask me to pull over but in my hesitation, I go faster. I’m afraid of clowns, no way am I pulling over this vehicle. So I speed up and when I think I lose them, there they are straight ahead of me. And BOOM! Crash.
They were fighting again. Jason and Lily’s parents were always fighting. “After 14 years, you’d think I’d be over this. You’d think their squabbling would stop hurting after all that time,” Jason thought to himself as he grabbed a hammer and began violently pounding nails into wood planks. But time had not healed this wound. Time had made it worse. His childhood fear had turned into pain and now he felt that pain becoming anger. He had to get away. He had to get his little sister, Lily, away as well. This wasn’t good for them. He didn’t what had happened to him to happen to her.
I was on my way into town. I shouldn’t be, mom and dad are gone. I am driving the Impala without permission. Well I suppose they won’t find out unless I drive like an idiot. I am going to meet my friend for lunch. I haven’t seen her in ages.
i used to go on drives in college just to get away from my roommates and my apartment. it is funny how i felt like i was embracing the outdoors and stretching my wings while staying inside of a metal box the entire time…hypocritical or not, it was the best way to relax after a long day
jeżdzenie jest fajne. samochód mi się zepsuł ale jak tylko go naprawię, na pewno wybiorę się na przejażdzkę. Ztęskniłem się. Nagram sobie muzykę, pojadę gdzieś za Rzeszów, zrobię sobie spacer po jakimś mieście. A może się prześpię w samochodzie? Samochód daje możliwości.
Driving is cool. Car broke down, but when I’ll fix it, I go to trip. I miss car. I record music and ride somewhere
I don’t drive yet because I don’t have my permit. Unfortunately, I can’t drive but it is expensive anyway. Gas costs a lot
It seems hard. I don’t know, though because I’ve never gotten the chance to try it. New drivers make this a task that is very undesirable.
car. crash, careful, observant. traffic. hurry. fine. parking. belt. music. silence. speed. tension. sining. licence.
Buckle my seatbelt, drive my car
Buckle my seatbelt, drive my car
Or drive me crazy
If the swelling in my recovering face does not go down
if i have to suck down chocolate pudding for the rest of my life
I will inevitably reach the point of insanity
thoughts racing, cant take your eyes off the road. being creative, sometimes bored, thinking outloud, singing obnoxiously, long road trips. endless white lines passing below. trees behind getting smaller and smaller. eyes closing with the monotony. driving can be a pain in the ass.
Whenever I go driving I feel a sense of relief. It was like I was escaping whatever was happening at my house, or at school, wherever. I know that some people don’t like driving, or that they think just going out for no reason is stupid. I love it, though. I had my own car and it was like I was free whenever I went out for a drive.
Im driving my way into a hole. And deep down inside, I don’t want to get out.
(its cold with this air conditioner)
I raise a hand to wipe my eyes, and the man in the passenger seat flips out.
“I said both hands on the wheel at all times!” he shouts, pushing his gun in my face.
“Cut it out! If you don’t let me wipe my eyes I’m gonna crash the damn car!” I shout back.
I hate being pushed around. Whether the person pushing me around has a gun or not….Doesn’t really makes a difference.
I like driving. I will be driving fro 15 hours on Monday. I will be driving to new orleans for an internship. Driving also makes me think of taking a leasurly drive down pretty county roads in a convertable top down. Also I got a new car recenly. A 2001 Ford Ranger.
Driving. It’s like seeing that open road ahead of you gives you freedom. You’re behind the wheel. You have control, for once in your life. It’s beautifully simple.
space ship, road signs, alacantra, sunroof, a jet above…
Down the long road you see passing life. Caught up in your thoughts, your own self-interest, your troubles you miss life occurring around you. Stop. Stop thinking. Start living in the now. Not the past, nor the future… but the present. There’s beauty in the lives, homes and landscape you pass. Breath it in, let it consume you like the engine swallows gasoline.
i cant drive. if i could i would be able to go everywhere. to the beach, shopping, around the country. but i am too young to drive but i will leanr soon i swear. i failed my theory test once but its ok because i can do it again
Whenever I’m driving back home (or I guess, my apartment) I always have to consciously tell myself, “Keep driving HOME, Rae. Don’t go to the train tracks. You can’t leave just yet. You need just a bit more money, and your guitar isn’t in your car, so what would be the point?” I want to live with the hobos. So bad. Then I wouldn’t have a car to drive. The only driving force would be my curiosity.
what people do when they are in cars and what they do in a high speed chase.
driving is done in: cars, busses, motorcycles, and maybe more.
i love it.it’s so relieving.it makes me sometimes sick,but it’s okay.i love being in a car and watch the roads.too bad i’m only 14 and i can’t drive,but i love watching someone doing this.i wanna drive a lot when i’ll be 18
This waiting is driving me mad. Just call me already so I can go! I think I am going mad. AGH! I just need one phone call and a simple answer. Please. Please. I’m mad. It’s official. PLEASE. PLEASE.
i like driving. it always leads to somewhere. people can die from driving, but i still take the risk. same as everyone else. except Amish. they drive buggies. which im sure you can die from too.
I was driving through a lane and landed in a hedge when I finally saw you staring at me. Your stare wasn’t any different from before and it made me cry how cool you looked. But something in your gaze made me wonder if there still was more to you and I. Oh, how I can make myself crazy with hope by only looking at your eyes..
the car down the street, running away from pain. driving my son to his daycare, where others have the opportunity to raise him partially while i go to work and try to make a living. i wish money wasn`t an issue. i wish i could spend more time with him. as i write this, he’s at daycare.
What a boring topic…
A true pleasure. I’ve always been very fond of the concept of just going on an open road, listening to music and contemplating the horizon.
Wooden or metal tapering garden structure for climbing plants
You’re a terrible passenger because our communication is based on eye contact and you want it even when I’m driving. I get lost in those big brown eyes, and while my thoughts should be focused on not careening off the road and into the Hudson, they’re squarely focused on putting my life in your hands.
I passed 6 months ago. Already I’ve had several minor accidents. The freedom when you pass and all the different opportunities and flexibilities that come with having a car and being able to jump in it and drive with the music pumping and the windows down smiling with your shades on. No better feeling.
It was the sound in my head I suppose. Or, more like I had a sound in my head. Was dictating the song into my iPhone. I was driving back home to you after a week away with “the boys.” It was ready to do it. I wanted to say it in a song. I wanted you to finally know and I thought a delicate little melody may make the blow easier to take.
We went driving across the windswept plains with the windows down and the volume up.
The sun shone brightly, though it was early in the morning, and the sky was a deeper blue than I’d ever seen it before.
The soft curves of the road swung us from side to side, almost as if they were lulling us to sleep; and the air came in clean and cool, and it smelled faintly of the sea.
We rode on until we reached the yellow fields of flowers, with stalks as tall as we were.
We clambered from the car, laughing, and dove into that yellow sea, letting it’s inmensity swallow us whole.
I just recently started driving and its a lot of fun. Of course it helps when theres only one road that goes through my town. Makes it a bit easier…
why did i get the topic of driving again? perhaps it is because i have postponed the idea of getting my license for far too long and subconscious drives are hinting me to start practicing. that sounds
driving is the number one way to get around in america. we have approximately twenty cars for every living person in the united states. this causes severe pollution and were all going to die. driving is inconvenient.
you have be very responsible about it. it can represent liberty or death. there’s kids that just go crazy about it. but it’s fun. it marks a time in your life. growing up. and that you have more things to worry about than yourself
i hate driving…. cant wait till my kids start driving, well not really that scares the crap out of me, but i’m tired of being the everything taxi. Driving is fun when it’s on a long empty road and you can drive as fast as you want