Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I pulled out of my driveway behind a white pickup truck that was speeding and thought to myself how lucky I was to have not gotten behind someone driving slowly. Keeping up with the truck was easy, knowing I wouldn’t get a speeding ticket if the driver in front of me was going the same speed. As I drove around a curve, going a little too fast for this particular twist in the road, the right front tire of my jeep caught the gravel on the side of the road. The roads were slick from rain and applying the brakes caused me to hydroplane, then lose control and head into the ditch on the right side of the road. Scared to death, I jerked the wheel to get back onto the road, which I should’ve never done. Turning the steering wheel too hard,

We were racing through the field and I just kept thinking to myself nothing bad will happen. There was an oil pumping jack on a hill up ahead. The hill was not to steep; it was much like a small ditch. The pumping jack was surrounded with white gravel. As we were getting closer Taylor started to slow down until we finally came to a complete stop. Taylor told us how she used to jump the four wheelers up the hill and how much fun it was. This was the point where I started to second guess being on the four wheeler with a person I did not know. Taylor sped up and jumped over the hill, she landed perfectly. Jadey decided to try it so I held on really tight, we sped up and shot over the hill. We landed great the first time and went back for another round. As Jadey got more confident doing this we began going faster and higher off the hill. It was the fourth round that did not go so well. We took off from about thirty yards away and were going fairly fast, over the hill and up into the air we went. The four wheeler started to tip forward and I could tell we were going to land with the front wheels first. Jadey panicked and hit the brakes right as the front wheels hit the ground which caused me to fly forward and fall off the four wheeler. The four wheeler ran over my left inner thigh and I hit my head on the hard gravel. It all happened so quickly that is was a

in the back. Then I came down on that horn until he appeared, shirtless and furious in the

Complete silence. Terror seized control, and she ran at breakneck speed until reaching the safety of the open air. Adrenaline pumping through her blood, she stood beside the car gulping in short, shaky breaths.

Dresser related he heard a sound but didn't recognize what it was and the next thing he knew, debris was flying past, outside his left window, southbound. Just a moment after that, a gold colored vehicle went flying by, to their left. As it went by, it was in the northbound lane, closer to the sidewalk, sort of angling.

thank goodness and then it all went back to normal. Bang I caught the truck before it hit the Tran and then he started to run as I was chasing him he stopped and pulled out a gun then I stopped wo you better

We went off in a line. A was the second one. We were at about half hill and the road started to get bumpy and FAST. i saw the person in front of me getting speed wobbles so i steered left of him to clear him if he fell.

Initially; when I became aware of my surroundings, the driver of the other car was at my side asking if we were okay. My friend was screaming, her face was covered in blood. The rearview mirror was missing, windshield and driver side window shattered and

The car stopped moving as my head made contact with the steering wheel and smoke began to come out of the hood of the car.

I heard myself scream. Crash. Glass from the back window flies forward in slow motion, it looked like snow. Jolted forward, I hit my head and

As I approached the next light, a red light, I stopped and just so after I stopped the blinking yellow arrow appeared. I sat patiently waiting for a clear path so I could make the left turn. Noticing that no cars were near, I made my turn. CRASH, SKRT, CRASH, I yelled “ WHAT THE HELL” and tried to pull my car to the side of the street but it was no longer drivable.

The woman gave her a broad smile that crinkled her eyes, “I’m Fiona Fairday. Welcome to Rosemont. I’ve been waiting for you to arrive. You’re my last guest for the evening.” The woman was petite, not more than five feet two with beautiful skin reminiscent of a porcelain doll. She had arresting chestnut eyes within a soft, round face.

I was fearful as the car seemed to be traveling much too fast to be considered safe. As our car passed over the crest of the hill and down towards a left curve, our tires lost traction, and the road became a glass plate. We slid left across the water, hydroplaning as we neared the shoulder. Our tires touched the gravel on the roadside, and our car spun down into the bowl like median with thick trees in our path. The car spun three times, then shuddered as the side was crumpled in by a large pine. The window to my right imploded as crystalline stars filled my vision and the world slowed down, then blacked

The truck plowed into the car. The car had flipped one time, two times, maybe more. The tiny, sangria red car had been disemboweled. Mirrors smashed. People flew. Car pieces were scattered all across the road. The sounds of horns, music, and clanking metal enveloped the me.

I was walking on an open road, when a red chevrolet truck pulls up beside me, the stranger rolls down his window with the creaking of the old mechanism. He spoke, breath filled with the scent of alcohol, many thoughts racing through my mind as I hoped I wouldn't need an escape plan. He asked, raspy voiced “Need a ride?”, hearing the sound of the doors unlock. “No, I’m fine, I was just walking to my boyfriend’s house, he knows I'm one the way, uhm please drive on.” For a moment I thought he might actually drive on, until he unfastened his seat belt. I was already a couple feet from the truck but I