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The Bat

The Bat

A Chapter by Robin


bats and driving dont mix
Slow Down Mister Clown!

Slow Down Mister Clown!

A Poem by Baz


Mister Clown is driving too fast and needs to slow down...
Oh, the Irony

Oh, the Irony

A Chapter by BloodOfThyLover


Oh, the Irony It rains as we drive home. The angels are crying for Tyler. I know they must be. Wherever he is, Heaven or someplace o..
The Accident

The Accident

A Poem by Jeffrey Gershom


A poem I just wrote after witnessing a bad traffic accident durning bad weather tonight. I only hope no one was seriously hurt.
Driven

Driven

A Poem by shadowtigers


Hands tight on the wheelFour spinning tiresAnd just you and meThe road our reasonThe night our guideWe let all pasts Fade in the rear-viewThe smell of..
Driven

Driven

A Story by Crash


Musings of a lonely heart
Driving in silence

Driving in silence

A Story by The MD


Have you ever driven with your radio disconnected? Your ipod unplugged? Your CDs at home?
Chapter 4: Finding the old school

Chapter 4: Finding the old school

A Chapter by HorrorMaster


This chapter is about four wannabe ghost hunters getting to the old school.
Traffic Cones

Traffic Cones

A Poem by Ben Taylor


Sharp orange warningsA surcease of complianceThe airbag ravine
four. something awful happened.

four. something awful happened.

A Chapter by freelancejouster


forty minute drive,the entirety of it spent picking at scabsand gnawing on your bottom lip,not really lookingforwardto the destination,not really enjo..
You're Not Really Here, Are you?

You're Not Really Here, Are you?

A Book by Karianne


After a horrible accident caused by a drunk driver, Robyn is dead. But is she really dead? Josslyn isn’t sure. They are, or were best friends. M..
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Karianne


Josslyn. My eyes panned across the gym, as I focused only on Robyn. They were in the final moments of a volleyball game that could make or b..
road signs

road signs

A Poem by Alkonost


drive north towards deadline, cross border where spring snow salts the treeline dusted dry cold snaps break rosy glasses brittle but we go fo..

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