Showing posts with label road trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label road trip. Show all posts

Monday, June 30, 2014

Road Trip

John's legs hung limply out of the rear window. A lacy black bra adorned George's head. And our glorious mermaid shoulder tattoos gleamed painfully in the sunlight. We agreed it was the best road trip ever...thankful we remembered none of it.





I plead the fifth in regards to any resemblance to my own college misadventures.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Mamakat: Road Trip

Mamakat's prompt:   5.) Who’d talk the most?  Pretend three four sentence types–Declarative, Imperative, Interrogative, and Exclamatory–were people.  Write an imaginary scene between them. (inspired by writingfix.com)  This was a little difficult, because the differences between declarative and imperative sentences, in my opinion, are very blurry.  This is why my husband never lets me help him grade any papers. And also because I get a little crazy with the red pens. I don't know why. 

All three children, Interrogative, Declarative, and Exclamatory, are all under the age of ten.  Declarative is the youngest, and a girl.  Interrogative is a girl.  Exclamatory is a boy.  


Interrogative: "Are we to Grandma's house yet?"

Imperative: (actually lost) "Keep your shorts on. We will get there." 

Declarative:  "I have to pee."

Interrogative: "What?  Are you serious?"

Exclamatory: "GEEZ!  WE JUST LEFT THE REST STOP FIVE FREAKIN' MINUTES AGO!"

Imperative:  "Watch your language, son.  Everybody look for Exit 43B."

Exclamatory:  "SHE STARTED IT!"

Imperative:  "Pipe down, all of you. Exit 43B. Look."

Declarative:  "I have to pee."

Interrogative:  Why do you need to concentrate, Mom?  Did you forget how to drive?

Exclamatory:  "SHUT UP, STUPID! MOM KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE!!"

Imperative:  "Be quiet NOW, please. I need you to look for Exit 43B."

Declarative:  "I HAVE to pee."

Exclamatory: "MOM SAID TO BE QUIET!"

Interrogative:  "Can't you just hold it?" 

Declarative:  "I cannot hold it."

Interrogative:  "Don't we have a bucket?  Can you pee in the bucket?"

Exclamatory:  "PEEING IN A BUCKET!  HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Imperative:  "Sit down back there and BE QUIET."

Interrogative:  What is that smell?  Did you pee on the seat?

Exclamatory:  "UGH! MOM!!  SHE PEED ALL OVER THE BACKSEAT!!  SHE'S ALL NASTY!"

Imperative:   "BE QUIET OR I AM LEAVING YOU ALL BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD."

(Silence--for about ten seconds)

Declarative: "I am hungry."






Friday, November 18, 2011

Red Writing Hood: The Best Ice Cream

Prompt: This week, we’d like you to take us on an actual journey, specifically a road trip? Think about who is in the car. Where are they going and why? What’s on the radio or what are the travelers talking about?


Texas was made for road trips, Katie thought, as she buckled her seat belt and started the engine. The back roads of the state rolled into the horizon, begging to be explored. Katie blew out a sigh, impatient.

The passenger door was suddenly flung open, and Laura threw herself into the car.

"Whoop!" she yelled. Katie rolled her eyes.

"It's like a rule that you can only make that annoying a sound if you went to A&M, which you did not. Now buckle up."

Laura grabbed a duffel from the curb and swung it into the back seat. She closed the door and inserted a cassette into the stereo.

The first rumblings of ZZ Top's La Grange growled in the confines of the vehicle. Katie and Laura rolled down their windows; it wasn't officially a road trip unless the windows were down and ZZ Top was blaring. Katie slid her cheap sunglasses on her face and put the car in gear.

"HEY!!!!" Katie looked over Laura's shoulder to see Cathy standing next to the car, hands on her hips. She turned down the radio, kept her foot on the brake.

"Hey," Katie said, smiling at her roommate.

"Where are y'all going?" Cathy wanted to know.

"We're going to Brenham," Laura danced a little in her seat. "For Blue Bell ice cream."

"That's a three hour trip!" Cathy was incredulous. "Couldn't you just go to the Sac 'n' Pac and buy some?"

Katie looked at Laura. The two looked at Cathy and grinned.

"Nope." Katie said. "We'll see you when we see you."

She pulled away from the curb, and Laura turned up the ZZ Top, and the two girls hollered a goodbye as they left their cares behind.