Do you like this? or Nah. Because i was thinking writing something thrilling... Tell me, your thoughts about it.
The rubber burns off the steel, as it slides on the concrete, as the tyres tries to get any kind of grip. Her knuckles form into a suffering pale, aching for some air, but gets block, how tight she held the steering wheel between her lust wine nails. She punched her foot, overhearing the car engine sings to the billions of God's and Goddesses beneath her skull. The tilted emo windows, as one rolled down fully, relished the roaring winds twirled in her long curve dark brunette hair and whistled in her ears.
