The first, actually the second car accident I got into involved only me, a Ford Aerostar minivan, and an ice patch on a stretch of freeway not too far from my house. I was heading to the doctor’s office, then I was sliding and facing backward on the freeway.
“I dodged the car as I raced past the freeway and shut my eyes as I drove off the highway into the river. For the past twenty-three minutes I had been trying to escape the sheriff’s car that was chasing me because I had stolen a teensey weensey nuclear reactor. I mean, they have like fifty-billion of them, right? Well anyways, that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m about ten feet away from hitting the water. And with that I opened the door and jumped out into the water and started to swim as fast as I could. I carefully glanced back and saw that the sheriff had gotten backup and they were all firing their handguns. At first I didn’t feel any pain but then I saw them get in their cars and just drove away. I guess this was gonna’ be a easy escape after all, but then I saw the blood as it blended with the muddy water and figured that they probably saw the blood before I did. The next few minutes was kind of a blur but somehow I made it to shore and now here I am talking with you.”The man that had brought him in just stared at him for around forty seconds with the most dull face ever and said without the slightest movement,”wow”.
Driving down the freeway, head out the window, feeling the wind against my face. I turn around and look at them sitting next to me, happy as can be. I have no idea where we’re going, but I don’t care. We are on the road, heading on an adventure. My tail won’t stop wagging and I wouldn’t want it to; I’m happy as ever in this one moment.
It’s a long road where drivers of all sort meet. Crazy and conservative drivers are found in this path. Freeway can be a stressful road to take, sometimes.
You could see the balloons from the freeway. Tens of thousands had the same idea we did; the same idea that the collective angst and subsequent jubilation was somehow their own.
As she watched the freeway pased by with a blur. She could see the trees and graound pass under her bike and feel the wind in her face. she loved it. everyday she would ride her bike to school and everyday she would ride back.
The freeway of life is a hard road sometimes, but if you just take each day as it comes and enjoy the ride you will find it is a beautiful journey if you take it as such.
An inner turmoil has built up in my head, where I want to break free from existing routines and make new changes. My recluse, my sojourn sometimes extends too long that even a minute more of this threatens to wreck havoc. I wish life were like a freeway, with no breaks, no intersections. Just a continuous, unbreakable flow taking me to places I desire.
And before I knew it, I was standing on that empty road, staring ahead, no idea where it goes.
I took the first step forward anyway.
The freeway of life was bound to lead me somewhere.
We rode down the freeway laughing. He was wild on the motorbike, and I gripped his denim jacket in tight fists as he leaned forward as if to touch the horizon with the top of his shiny helmet. The roar of the engine couldn’t drown out our happiness.
An entire hour had passed and the car had only moved a inch. Candice turned up the volume on her Ipod, drowning out the sound of honking horns, her toddler brother’s screams, and the resentful silent tension crowing out the small space in between her mother and father.
The car sped up the ramp and the back end wobbled as the car burst on to the freeway. The rush-hour traffic provided plenty of obstacles but I was able to swerve my way through them and the sirens began to be more distant.
The freeway is the place where you have to be really responsible, because theres something in this place that talks to you, that asks for you to speed up your car, but you have to know, the dangers of doing it.
The freeway is there, waiting for some wheels, waiting for a good car, with a good speed. the freedom is there too, and thats not all, there is danger too out there in the freeway. Take care travellers
“You can do it, Jen!” My friends all shouted my name in unison, squealing in unison as, for the first time ever, I entered the freeway without an adult supervising me. They sounded like a cult, screaming my name rhythmically and clapping their hands.
The freeway was packed,as usual. People all trying to get to the city. It amused her. Some people were sitting on their horns, others were banging beats into the steering wheel.
A highway I would like to travel on. I imagine myself in a car with the windows down and the music blasting. The landscape flying by. Little fluffy clouds in a blue sky, the horizon always ahead of me. Mountainsides and lakes and little dreamy towns. Dairy farms and apple orchards.
drive a smooth cold night a beautiful woman beside me, a fusion of trance and jazz flows through my mind as i look off into the dark but illuminated pink and blue sky. a hand rests on my thigh.
The window was open a crack: as his speed increased, so did the intensity of the high-pitched whistling from the wind hurtling past. It was no coincidence that to him it sounded like a scream, and only prompted him to accelerate.
*****Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will come after you *****
I repeated this line to myself over and over as the car’s engine slowly creeped towards 70mph. It wasn’t my fault I would tell myself as I sped down the illuminated highway. I made eye contact with myself in the rearview mirror.
“Yes it was.” I say aloud as my eyes drifted back towards the road in front of me. One road, with endless possibilities. But do they all lead to the same place?
I urged my car onward hoping to drown out the events of the past night. I had to get away, I had to start over.
“Gah!” I shouted as I slapped the steering wheel and shook my head. “You’re such an asshole.” I anxiously bit at my nail and sped up once again.
Thinking back to the events that happened earlier this night, I most likely could have avoided the turnout. But the thing is, maybe I didn’t want to.
the night lay opalescent as she dashed, top down, the freeway. the radio blaring a song she thought she knew the words to, as the city dashed past her. she was running, driving away. she couldn’t be this any more. she knew she wanted more.
I sat along the freeway sipping on sprite and tequila my eyesight getting more blurry by the second. my ratty blanket barely kept out the chill that was seeping into my bones. The night sky was covered with starts spilling out to every corner of the world. i wondered if other people were looking at the same sky I was or a different part.
ride in the night black stretches of darkness broken by the yellow dim of headlights cars that pass one another strangers who never see each other some singing something some whispering secrets to lovers so far away we push forward keep going holding on to hope
The freeway was packed, the cars in front of me barely moving. Todd, even after craning his admittedly long neck as much as he could, said he couldn’t tell if it was an accident or just plain old traffic. When we finally reached the culprit, however, it was even odder. Two children sat in the middle of the road with whom I presumed to be their mother, who was lying face down on the pavement as paramedics tended to her. Traffic had been compressed into a miserable, yet understandable, single lane.
I was walking down the freeway with no shoes. Don’t ask why, I don’t think you’d like the answer. Regardless of reason, there I was; barefoot and probably half dead. I hadn’t eaten since before the ‘game’ began…and who knew how long ago that had been. Cars zoomed past me, honking and with people poking their heads out shouting at me to “Get off the fuckin’ road, psycho!” I wasn’t ready to get off; I was on the trip of my life.
When I was young, I took several road trips. I loved the open road. I loved the possibility that each state held. I loved the way I felt when I peeked into the lives of strangers in strange lands. I wish that life were as easy now, that I could just escape to the freeway and find my happiness.
Long is the road to the place where I began
Where there is roughness like the skin of a unshaven man
Or like the rocks that cut my feet that day by the beach
A highway
A road
A journey
To the centre
The first, actually the second car accident I got into involved only me, a Ford Aerostar minivan, and an ice patch on a stretch of freeway not too far from my house. I was heading to the doctor’s office, then I was sliding and facing backward on the freeway.
“I dodged the car as I raced past the freeway and shut my eyes as I drove off the highway into the river. For the past twenty-three minutes I had been trying to escape the sheriff’s car that was chasing me because I had stolen a teensey weensey nuclear reactor. I mean, they have like fifty-billion of them, right? Well anyways, that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m about ten feet away from hitting the water. And with that I opened the door and jumped out into the water and started to swim as fast as I could. I carefully glanced back and saw that the sheriff had gotten backup and they were all firing their handguns. At first I didn’t feel any pain but then I saw them get in their cars and just drove away. I guess this was gonna’ be a easy escape after all, but then I saw the blood as it blended with the muddy water and figured that they probably saw the blood before I did. The next few minutes was kind of a blur but somehow I made it to shore and now here I am talking with you.”The man that had brought him in just stared at him for around forty seconds with the most dull face ever and said without the slightest movement,”wow”.
Access to far away places, freedom, danger, cars, frustration, traffic, roadtrips, driving fast, escaping town
Driving down the freeway, head out the window, feeling the wind against my face. I turn around and look at them sitting next to me, happy as can be. I have no idea where we’re going, but I don’t care. We are on the road, heading on an adventure. My tail won’t stop wagging and I wouldn’t want it to; I’m happy as ever in this one moment.
It’s a long road where drivers of all sort meet. Crazy and conservative drivers are found in this path. Freeway can be a stressful road to take, sometimes.
You could see the balloons from the freeway. Tens of thousands had the same idea we did; the same idea that the collective angst and subsequent jubilation was somehow their own.
As she watched the freeway pased by with a blur. She could see the trees and graound pass under her bike and feel the wind in her face. she loved it. everyday she would ride her bike to school and everyday she would ride back.
The freeway of life is a hard road sometimes, but if you just take each day as it comes and enjoy the ride you will find it is a beautiful journey if you take it as such.
An inner turmoil has built up in my head, where I want to break free from existing routines and make new changes. My recluse, my sojourn sometimes extends too long that even a minute more of this threatens to wreck havoc. I wish life were like a freeway, with no breaks, no intersections. Just a continuous, unbreakable flow taking me to places I desire.
so many miles
searching
for a good place
to stop
inside i’m always
moving
the freeway of
free thought
distances us
from our
broken cages
of youth
He was headed down the freeway, mind blank, hair flying. The wild surf was on one side, and the looming darkness of a medieval forest on the other.
And before I knew it, I was standing on that empty road, staring ahead, no idea where it goes.
I took the first step forward anyway.
The freeway of life was bound to lead me somewhere.
We rode down the freeway laughing. He was wild on the motorbike, and I gripped his denim jacket in tight fists as he leaned forward as if to touch the horizon with the top of his shiny helmet. The roar of the engine couldn’t drown out our happiness.
An entire hour had passed and the car had only moved a inch. Candice turned up the volume on her Ipod, drowning out the sound of honking horns, her toddler brother’s screams, and the resentful silent tension crowing out the small space in between her mother and father.
speeding, freeing, flying.
crashing, halting, grounded.
The car sped up the ramp and the back end wobbled as the car burst on to the freeway. The rush-hour traffic provided plenty of obstacles but I was able to swerve my way through them and the sirens began to be more distant.
The freeway is the place where you have to be really responsible, because theres something in this place that talks to you, that asks for you to speed up your car, but you have to know, the dangers of doing it.
The freeway is there, waiting for some wheels, waiting for a good car, with a good speed. the freedom is there too, and thats not all, there is danger too out there in the freeway. Take care travellers
“You can do it, Jen!” My friends all shouted my name in unison, squealing in unison as, for the first time ever, I entered the freeway without an adult supervising me. They sounded like a cult, screaming my name rhythmically and clapping their hands.
The freeway was packed,as usual. People all trying to get to the city. It amused her. Some people were sitting on their horns, others were banging beats into the steering wheel.
The freeway was long. Twisting and curving around the edge of the forest. The wind rushed through the window. She took a deep breath.
A highway I would like to travel on. I imagine myself in a car with the windows down and the music blasting. The landscape flying by. Little fluffy clouds in a blue sky, the horizon always ahead of me. Mountainsides and lakes and little dreamy towns. Dairy farms and apple orchards.
i already did this today
another traffic jam
another long day
another sigh of relief getting home
another nights sleep
drive a smooth cold night a beautiful woman beside me, a fusion of trance and jazz flows through my mind as i look off into the dark but illuminated pink and blue sky. a hand rests on my thigh.
The window was open a crack: as his speed increased, so did the intensity of the high-pitched whistling from the wind hurtling past. It was no coincidence that to him it sounded like a scream, and only prompted him to accelerate.
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very useful for writting skills
a lot of cars and people with orange and red uniforms. All of them are competing in a race
A busy road where people drive fast and accidents are prone to happen..
*****Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will come after you *****
I repeated this line to myself over and over as the car’s engine slowly creeped towards 70mph. It wasn’t my fault I would tell myself as I sped down the illuminated highway. I made eye contact with myself in the rearview mirror.
“Yes it was.” I say aloud as my eyes drifted back towards the road in front of me. One road, with endless possibilities. But do they all lead to the same place?
I urged my car onward hoping to drown out the events of the past night. I had to get away, I had to start over.
“Gah!” I shouted as I slapped the steering wheel and shook my head. “You’re such an asshole.” I anxiously bit at my nail and sped up once again.
Thinking back to the events that happened earlier this night, I most likely could have avoided the turnout. But the thing is, maybe I didn’t want to.
We pummeled down the deserted freeway in the warm night, music blaring and fingers locked. Hours felt like seconds.
the night lay opalescent as she dashed, top down, the freeway. the radio blaring a song she thought she knew the words to, as the city dashed past her. she was running, driving away. she couldn’t be this any more. she knew she wanted more.
TT
A freeway is a road that you don’t pay money but..There some cars and there no turns sometime thers exit too!!!
I sat along the freeway sipping on sprite and tequila my eyesight getting more blurry by the second. my ratty blanket barely kept out the chill that was seeping into my bones. The night sky was covered with starts spilling out to every corner of the world. i wondered if other people were looking at the same sky I was or a different part.
ride in the night black stretches of darkness broken by the yellow dim of headlights cars that pass one another strangers who never see each other some singing something some whispering secrets to lovers so far away we push forward keep going holding on to hope
The freeway was packed, the cars in front of me barely moving. Todd, even after craning his admittedly long neck as much as he could, said he couldn’t tell if it was an accident or just plain old traffic. When we finally reached the culprit, however, it was even odder. Two children sat in the middle of the road with whom I presumed to be their mother, who was lying face down on the pavement as paramedics tended to her. Traffic had been compressed into a miserable, yet understandable, single lane.
I was walking down the freeway with no shoes. Don’t ask why, I don’t think you’d like the answer. Regardless of reason, there I was; barefoot and probably half dead. I hadn’t eaten since before the ‘game’ began…and who knew how long ago that had been. Cars zoomed past me, honking and with people poking their heads out shouting at me to “Get off the fuckin’ road, psycho!” I wasn’t ready to get off; I was on the trip of my life.
When I was young, I took several road trips. I loved the open road. I loved the possibility that each state held. I loved the way I felt when I peeked into the lives of strangers in strange lands. I wish that life were as easy now, that I could just escape to the freeway and find my happiness.
Long is the road to the place where I began
Where there is roughness like the skin of a unshaven man
Or like the rocks that cut my feet that day by the beach
A highway
A road
A journey
To the centre