Inspiring Creative Writing About My Future Car On The Side Of The Road

It stands right there when the door moves out of the way, silently reciting stories of all of the glory and every hour spent building it from sheer metal and cloth. The gentle curves of the car say all there is to say for her, and just like that, the hand rests on the bonnet. Every bend in its metal and every contour stands out yet it feels like it was built to be the part of the car all along. It is silver, and the color itself has never given more class to any other object in the world. The thought suddenly comes and goes; maybe this is always the reason why the color existed in the first place; so that it could transform metal into passion and wealth.
Looking into the window, the sight is one that we are unlikely to ever encounter again while looking through another glass. Leather, plastic, and wood combine beautifully to form the interior of the car and every object which is supposed make the car suited for every possible need. There is plenty of space in between the controls and the seat. It is hard to see so much room in a vehicle so compact, yet it would be hard to believe had the scene not been before the eyes.
The street is empty of people, but there are many more cars standing there. None of them seem to hold the eye. All of a sudden, objects which cannot talk or speak or move say the story of the envy and the awe of how that one car captures the sights and the hearts. The rest of the cars in the street seem jealous in that one instant, their headlight looks like angry eyes trying their best to banish that one central object with the power of the glare.
There is energy in the environment all of a sudden, and for the first time ever, science seems to be telling a lie. Is there such a thing as the non-living object? Why then does it feel like the cars also feel superiority and why does it seem like the one which is the most superior of all is no slave to praise.
Standing there in silence is enough for the car because that existence is enough praise for its true worth. It is there, and it is implied, but half of the beauty of the car is that it is not making it obvious to everyone else. It is a car which is humble, and it is that same humility which gives it the truest of the value and the greatest class. It is the same humility which hides so many different treasures and comforts yet it does not seem to be screaming about the luxuries that it is going to offer.
The world is usually so silent and still, has never come to life before like it has on this day and yet everything around is so still. The trees, the lamppost, the houses, everything is silent, yet it is not. It is like they do not want to disturb the ambiance by making a comment which is going to insult the majestic dream rather than make the revelation of its genuine importance. The class of the car has them admiring in silence.
As I reach the end of the car, I run my hands over the four ceiling rings which feel icy cold beneath the tip of my figures. The car looks as sleek from the rear at it did majestic from the front. The shiny silver color fits well all around. Even more striking is the company logo and the rims within the tires. An image runs into my head, a future where I am driving the silver machine of utmost glory and poise. I make it a symbol of my accomplishment and with slow feet and a reluctant walk, move on towards my destination.
I have only gone so far before I glance back to the starting of the car, a voice I have heard so many times yet not as clearly as I hear it today. The sound says all which the car has not said for it is a purr which does not disturb anything or anyone but something that the ear turns to voluntarily. White smoke rises from the back of the car, clean like clouds of cotton and white as the morning.
The purring soon turns to a gentle hum barely audible in the silence of the clear and crisp morning and the car slides past me smoothly and within minutes, disappears from sight. Who drove the car, I don’t know but whoever it was would not have been working so hard to operate it for a vehicle like that seemed like it would have bent to the will of its driver. As the car disappearsout of sight, I can only imagine where the focus of the people would be as long as that beauty runs free on the roads.