road is empty
almost
couple of cars interrupt
endless view
straight path down
nowhere and everywhere
so dark, no lights
lane lines disappear
sights along peripherals blur
car speeds up, head jerks back
green signs appear
unrecognizable street names
don’t know how to turn around
don’t know way back
must keep speeding straight
into nowhere and everywhere
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My Car
For my English class, I had to write a description of a car in a similar format to a passage from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I enjoyed writing it, so I thought I would share it.
Gatsby
He saw me looking with admiration at his car.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it, old sport!” He jumped off to give me a better view. “Haven’t you seen it before?”
I’d seen it. Everybody had seen it. It was a rich cream color, bright with nickel, swollen here and there in its monstrous length with triumphant hat-boxes and supper-boxes and tool-boxes, and terraced with a labyrinth of wind-sheilds that mirrored a dozen suns. Sitting down behind many layers of glass in a sort of green leather conservatory, we started to town. (Fitzgerald 64)Me
We bought it just three weeks ago.
“I’m so sorry, Katie.” She walked me to my car to present her guilt. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I saw nothing wrong. She saw a disaster. It still had it’s bright red color, vivid with the expensive protective coating, glittering inside and out of its shining exterior with the multitudes of emergency lights and warning lights and informational lights, and contrasting with the black hole of dark leather that swallowed all brightness inside. Crossing by the smiling face of the front of the car, I gaped at the gash spanning the side.
