Writing Prompt

A bump again.

It was clearly deliberate. I was at the side where there's not much bumper cars. Yet, they didn't get flagged. Right. This is normal. They'd always turn into a blind eye when the perpetrator is blue or gray. Ah, I'm so tired. Just stop bothering me.

I held the steering wheel tightly again. Making sure to stay within the spotlight's range. The sounds of bumper cars moving on the g...

We rode in circles,under buzzling light

Engines humming in the carnival night.

Each car a cage,each wheel a fate,

We sped,we swerved,we learned to wait.

Then came the crash,metal to bone,

A jolt that told me a Im not alone.

Laughter split through the static air,

But in that shudder,I found despair.

For joy was brief,as sparks soon fade,

And silence follows the games we played.

Every impact was j...

Feelings of love

Leave me reeling

And dealing

With emotions

That are flowing

And ebbing

From elation

To exasperation...

and we are just children

running into each other

scraped knees

smiling still

because each collision

is just that

no more complicated...

Your friends will suggest it first, because they’re the rambunctious kind and into that kind of stuff. They’re the thrill-seeking, can’t-sit-still type who sneak a game on their phones during class. Everything is boring to them, simply put, save a few ephemeral yet dopamine-boosting activites.

One of them being these.

You’re scared to try it at first. After all, people can die from this if they’...

They say anger is like a bumper car, sometimes it’s can knock you right off of your feet and knock the breath from your chest. Anger doesn’t just hurt you, it can hurt other people as well. Anger can also be a tool, a very powerful tool....

Veloriel was flying but not in a good way. Being a guardian angel was lovely, but it had always wanted to be an avenging angel. Often Veloriel had daydreamed of leading a righteous battalion thwarting evil forces. Today it was careening through an abandoned amusement park in a flashing dodge-em car driven by a psychopathic patchwork toy. Groaning, Veloriel gripped its queasy stomach.

“You okay w...

It crashes into me—

Agony,

Stabbing me with irreversible pain—

Agony....

I immediately think of Honeymoon Avenue by Ms. Grande herself. A little different but same concept. Why bumper cars? Everyone has the feeling of wanting to live wildly and bumper cars are that outlet, like smashing glass. It lets out aggression we can’t use on the day to day, but through a “fun” and “safe” environment.

Our hearts are pounding, crashing, and thumping everyday. Aggression lives th...

Why did she have to say that? Why did you have to do that? I just wanted to be better.

Olivia pondered about the event that had just occurred. She walked up to her heartbroken grandmother, at her grandfather’s memorial and told her to “Be better. I’m better because I’m not crying.” She was only a 20 year old girl who’s throat hurt deeply saying those words. She knew they were wrong coming out ...