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From the Cheery T-Bird Car to Electric Mood, Our Creative Writing Journey Speeds On!
Mood writing is evocative of the great classical writers, the masters of yesteryear. In The Mood Book's pages we absorb their craft via creative prose examples. The classic Thunderbird is the star of this page, yet we begin with the modern hush of a modern electric car. Vroom! Vroom! Engines roaring! Rainfall or sunshine, the cars are coming!
Written by Angela Abraham in 2024
Creative Writing on Cars that Drives the Mood with Two Hands on the Wheel
Creepy Cars on Fear's Road
Example One:
From grandest showroom in all the world, as cellophane wrapped dream, the car drove silently into the twilight hour. Silence, as a coffin lid, loomed over country and city same. Scant and withering sunny beams glinted as garroting wires. Around its blood red sleek form blew wind in icy crowns, wind enough to stretch nightingale song into a strangled cry. And all the while oak leaves fell to its skylight as fingers on piano keys, playing a tune lost on the self-deafening ear.
Example Two:
Upon an oil-dark highway, slick with drizzle’s haunt, the car sped on. Though the hour was waning, of headlights it had none. Shadowless, beneath a star-erased sky of inky wool, it tracked route and target. It was not its predecessor's heir; it had neither hot blood nor pistons roar, yet a front grille to mangled owls and crickets to a static hum.
A-Caroling, A-Capering, Here Come the Happy Cars
Example Three:
The highway was Mozart's doodling pad; the T-bird lane-weaved as a dancing quaver. Bebop-a-lu-ba! It’s sunny yellow paint called up to the summer sun, inviting it to sing along. Green on both sides, the aroma of hope in the air, it cruised on. Engine humming, steering light, the refurbished classic brought happiness to every diner parking lot. It was a promise of classic days with modern updates below the hood.
Example Four:
Starlight above, upon the rainwashed star-speckled blacktop, the T-bird cruised with headlamps at full beam. The chill night air came as relief to its warm engine, pistons singing as they fired. Hugging the curves, relishing the straights, it gripped the road without slowing. A blue moon in a cloudless sky kept silent vigil as it made its home-run, only every interrupted by the need to refuel.
Cold Rain Crying onto Clapped-Out Cars
Angry wipers struck each tear-blue lens beneath a darkening rainbow-void. The city streets by noon languished as ashen grey. The trickle of cars, nose to tail, lurched on only to stop. Eyes beneath umbrella’s brim found no sight other than concrete’s wave. Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Drenching cold set in. Then for the listening ear, howling wind did begin to sing. It was no happy choir, no opera singer upon gay stage, yet the serenade of sirens.
Example Five:
Upon the age worn lane, the serpentine bleached out lane, the motorcade did wend. Rain-bound dandelions stood as mourners from end to end. The sky, all cried out, not a drop did spill. Rabbits and mice did shelter, ears lowered, eyes wide. Birds, head under wing, in their nests did rest. And, all that remained post-noon was a dance of wind-flickered shadows.
Example Six:
Cars Wearing Adventure's Cloak and Cap
Upon a midnight blue road, puddles moon-lit, the T-Bird flew on. As the countryside left and right became a Monet blur, yards became miles. There were hills and mountains along the way, at times a curveless, optically infinite, highway ahead. This was where eagles fly. This was the road from prairie to shore. White lights in front and rose lights as anti-shadows, it glided toward its destination as if it were a dream on automatic.
Example Seven:
Example Eight:
Clouds were kites that day, playing on sun-ray strings, dappling the T-bird ‘s curves. Her engine and radio sang, creating one sweet together-sound. High in the atmosphere, silence watched as a patient mother, listening, observing, guarding. Deep down in the Earth magma sent up warmth, just enough to keep its road-grip strong. And, so it was that the little car made a journey that reason and science declared it could not.
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