"I'll be home for Christmas," as the classic song goes. Warning: this poem is really sappy!
We're driving on this long, deserted road No signs of life anywhere nearby
The wheels on the bus go round and round.
The drivers eyes are lulled and drowned.
A driver on a bad night.
Screams sound in fright.
For the Daily Prompt: Car
My friends hate it when I write love poems lmao
A conversation excerpt from a project I might turn into a short story or graphic novel in the future.
V is a fun character to write - I hope you enjoy reading!
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-Transformers Prime robot silliness reblog from tumblr-
Vast plains, sage brush. Distant mountains, all around.
This is driving. #challenge. Language warning. Generational warning.
Bad drivers are a problem where I live. Time to call them out. ©2020 Michael R.
~ D R I V I N G ~ Tried out a new format for today's prompt. For some of the drivers out there—the nervous ones and those who live for speed.
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