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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Writing Prompt: Carmageddon

By Marilyn Friedman

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Writing Prompt: Make a list of 5 memories or story ideas that you associate with the word "car." Pick one and add a sensory detail to it (smell, taste, sound, touch). Then write a story, a poem, or a scene about this car related item, including the sensory detail. You could write about your first car or a story that includes traffic or a car accident. Write for 10 minutes, then post your write on the comments of this blog!

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1 comment:

Amy Vorpahl said...

It was hot. There were 6 of us and a dog in our 1989 Chevy Suburban. It was the end of a family vacation, and we were on our way home, probably from camping or hiking somewhere in West Texas... or something. The details of the fun stuff isn't important. The details of the shitty stuff is.

It was hot. Dad was pissed about something. Mom was pissed because Dad was pissed. The four of us girls were all pissed at each other because it was probably ONE of our faults that Mom and Dad were pissed. Soupbone, the big labrador retriever (about 90+ pounds) wouldn't stop farting. EVERYONE was pissed about that.

The suburban was huge and comfortable--it easily sat all 7 of us, and usually these trips involved the 4 girls sleeping almost the entire way while (and usually because) Mom and Dad listened to Rush Limbaugh.

No one could sleep though. Everyone was too busy being pissed about something. Dad wouldn't turn on the air conditioner even though we had hinted and asked that we were hot and could he please turn that dial? He was miserable and most likely wanted everyone else to feel miserable, too.

One thing we could all agree on was food. We all wanted it, and we all wanted it to be Taco Bell. The road didn't agree with us, though. There were Whataburgers. Dad and Angela both were ok with that. Mom and Amanda were not. There were Taco Buenos. Dad and Jenny did NOT want Taco Bueno. "It's not as good." There were Dairy Queens and Wendy's and Burger Kings and McDonalds and Arby's and Carl's Jrs and Jack in the Boxes, like a million Jack in the Boxes, but NO EFFING TACO BELLS. Everyone was even more pissed.

We saw a sign, or rather Dad thought he saw a sign, so he exited, and took a left. Mom, who didn't even think there was a sign, thought that if there WERE a sign, the sign would have said to turn right. We girls all thought there was no sign, but even if there WERE a sign, we sure didn't see a Taco Bell.

As Dad was about to pull a U-turn. I said, "Oh I see a Taco Bell." Everyone said, "Where?" I didn't say anything. Dad, more intensely, demanded, "Where. Amy."

After a pause, "I don't really see one; I just thought it would ease the tension."

Learning moment in my life: Lying about Taco Bell DOES NOT ease tension.