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[Carly.]

While sitting at a memorial service thing for a guy at my church who passed away, I eventually crossed the border from thoughtfully reminiscing to being outright bored. Still on the subject of life and death, I thought about cars. I imagine this is what a car's journal would look like if they could write. It may look cheesy, but it kinda makes you think, I think:

Today, I'm getting onto a truck with a few of my brothers and sisters. I don't know where we're going, but there are a bunch of other cars driving next to us. I don't know why I'm not allowed to do that. Now we're getting driven off the truck and there are a bunch of other cars here already. We're parking next to them. Now it's dark. And cold. And lonely.
The sun is back up today, and there are a lot of people looking at me. Some are going inside. One man just shook another's hand and got my keys. Now he's taking me away from my friends. He parked me in a dirty room in his house with one other car. Now it's dark, cold, and lonely much longer each day than at the first place.
In the mornings, he takes me to a parking lot in the city, and then right back here. And nowhere else. It's been four years and nothing else has happened.
The other car is gone today. Another one took its place. I don't know where the first one has gone.
It's been ten years now since the man took me home, and he has left me in a parking lot. There are signs in my windows that say "FOR SALE." I don't know what they mean.
Today, the man showed up with a young girl. They did the same handshake that I saw years before, and now she's driving me home. I'm not allowed to sleep inside here. She leaves me on the road. She's covered me with stickers and scratches and dents. She doesn't love me as much as the man did.
It's been five years since she took me home. Today, she let five of her friends ride in me. They were breathing funny smoke and drinking smelly stuff and vomiting on my carpet. Another car signaled her to leave the road with flashing lights. Somebody is taking her and her friends away. Now a truck is taking me away.
I'm on a platform with a hole in it. Several men are taking parts off of me and putting new ones on. They're cleaning my carpet and fixing my paint.
It's been three weeks since the girl left me, and I'm on another truck. Now I'm in a line of other cars. We're being presented to a crowd one at a time and everyone is yelling numbers. The biggest one I heard when it was my turn was five hundred. Now another man is driving me to his house.
His house is funny. There are lights and balloons and dozens of other cars. He never drives any of us. It's just like the first place I went. There's a sticker in my windshield that says "$2,500."
I've been here for ten years. Now my sticker says "$1,000." Another man is taking me home.
This time, I get to live inside again. I am the only car here. The man puts ladders on top of me and drives me all day every day. I think he loves me the most.
It's been another ten years. I am thirty five years old. The man parked me in the front of his lawn now. No more ladders. No more driving. Nothing but a sign that says "$300."
A new man is taking me away on a truck now. He isn't letting me off.
I've been on this truck at his house for three weeks. Another man is bringing a bunch of paint cans to me. now both of them are painting me black. And they're leaving again.
It's been a day. The man is back with red paint this time. He is writing on me. "The Widowmaker" on my hood. "666" on my doors. A picture of a target on my trunk. I think I am a race car now.
He's taking me somewhere on his truck. There's a big circle of dirt in a field with ten other cars. All of them are decorated like me. But where is our track? And why do all the other cars look so old, broken, and sickly? How are we supposed to race?
We're all in the circle now. We're facing each other. A gun just went off. Now I'm flying forward. No! We're going to crash! AGH! I never imagined how badly that would hurt! NO! AGAIN! OW! Ow! Ow...
I can't drive anymore. I'm being pulled onto another truck. Now I'm at a huge yard full of dead cars. They're all just as broken as I am. Maybe we're all in line for the place where those men fixed me up before.
We're not. Some people came today and took my wheels. Others took my seats. One man had my entire engine removed. I'm as good as dead. Now a claw is coming over me. It's closing and... AUGH! It's crushing me! And lifting me in the air. And dropping me in a box. A large, metal box.
A metal panel is coming in on top of me. It's sealing off all the light. Finally, I am at peace. No, it's still moving. AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! It's not stopping! It's crushing me! I'm dying! I'm going to die!
Finally...

[Swift]

Heres a short one for a cheap import.
I remember leaving the factory and being put onto a truck with others like me, we headed down to the ocean and was loaded onto a giant ship. For weeks it was cold and wet. Finaly I was picked up and placed onto another different looking truck and drivin to a parking lot with other cars similar to me, but I noticed most of the other cars are very different than me than the others from the beginning. I had stickers displaying *$6,500* *Save on gas* *No credit no problem*. Several different people drove me around and made nasty smells in my seats. After some time and days of very cold weather, a man from the building behind me gave my keys to an older woman. This older woman treated me very nice, kept me clean, inside a building, my fluids were changed often by various guys at this one building were these people work on others like me. After many years, the old lady stopped driving me and soon a young boy was driving me. he must have not know how to drive well, he tore me up, put several dents and scratches in me, he rarely changed my fluids, I felt slow, sluggish. My tires lost there tread and were out of balance. One day I returned to the building were the old lady took me and I was cleaned up some, my fluids changed my tires changed, and some of my bad body parts were replaced. But these new parts were different. they had a strange fluid design. they were heavy and didnt go well with the wind. My suspension was cut and I sat lower. My talights were changed for clear ones, and lights were put below me and inside of me. A giant set of boxes were put in my trunk and the driver would play very loud music, which caused my parts to rattle and some to loosin up. My exhaust was replaced with a dual one, which helped some, but was very loud and obnoxious. I have this giant wing on my back end. The driver doesnt treat me well, he races me very hard and now I've got more scratches. My fluids are once again, not changed and I feel really bad and I cant move as fast. the extra parts dont help, the exhaust is annoing and the driver keep letting off this nasty smell. there are stains on my seats. One night my driver and a girl went out to the woods, they stopped and started doing things in me, I rocked about, and there were many stains placed on my back seat. Finally, one day my driver puts me in the yard next to his house under a tree. I'm covered with this nasty green stuff, my body is rusting away. One night my driver came out staggering with a bottle in his hand. He barly gets me running. Now hes taking me down this winding road very fast. I swerve every where, then I run into the ditch, my driver gets out and runs off. After days of sitting here in this ditch a flat bed truck came by and a man hooked me up to the truck and dragged me out of the ditch and onto the truck. I'm taken to this garage, were these men took my engine out. Took my parts off and replaced them with new ones similar to my original ones. I get a different engine and I'm am cleaned uped and repainted. and placed into a building were its dark, I rarely see the light. My new driver rarely takes me out. Its lonely, yet comfortable.........

Look at all those run on sentences. My grammer sucks sometimes.

This post has been edited by Swift: Jul 26 2011, 03:30 AM

[Mkid]

Heres a short one for a cheap import.
I remember leaving the factory and being put onto a truck with others like me, we headed down to the ocean and was loaded onto a giant ship. For weeks it was cold and wet. Finaly I was picked up and placed onto another different looking truck and drivin to a parking lot with other cars similar to me, but I noticed most of the other cars are very different than me than the others from the beginning. I had stickers displaying *$6,500*

Dayum! Thats a cheap new car! lol