A Short Story Essay : A Story Of A Story

“The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

They took a sharp turn over a some railroad tracks and the back door flew open. Jeannette rolled out of the car, she rolled many yards on the embankment. When she came to a stop, she was too shocked to cry and she all bloody and scraped up. She called herself a burden, and said they could do fine without her. When her family turned around and came screeching to a halt, her dad got out of the car, knelt down, and tried to give Jeannette

There was also a small truck and a small bus that hit each other. They didn’t catch fire, but there was a body on the ground beside them. As soon as I saw it, there was a cold wave of recognition crashing through my body, making my vision sway as I realized, it was dead. No questions like why, how he died. Nothing. Just a frozen state of mind. My throat ached as I used every breath. There was less, and less oxygen remaining in the car. I dared to open the window. Warm fresh air mixed with a smell of burnt grass hit me in my face.

William continued walking until he arrived at the crime scene. In his mind he tried to picture what had happened, but it was just too much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when a man, "Driving a 2005 Chrysler 300 jumped a curb and collided with," (seven 1) a young woman who was crossing the road. Everything happened so quickly that William had no time to react. The vehicle continued driving even after it hit the woman. William saw the woman lying on the road and rushed to help her. The woman stood up with William's help. As she assured him she was okay and that everything was fine, she fainted in William's arms. William stood there confused, not knowing what to do with the beautiful stranger who had just fainted in his arms. The nearest hospital was located in the next village which was about twenty miles away. He decided that he would take her to his hotel room and take care of her

Ruined. The pieces of glistening glass marked the area of the incident. It had all happened so quickly, too quickly for them to engage and avoid what had happened. Tim and Gina were only on the road for ten minutes when the crash occurred. Silence took over as soon as it happened. The bricks of the wall that they hit had collapsed. Both were still, not a muscle moved. The foot wells now held the wedding hat that had fallen off from the impact of the haul and John’s tie that he had spent forever perfecting had become scruffy. It was their son’s big day, his wedding day, why did it have to happen to them?

A tipper truck manned by a drunk driver had hurtled its way into his path, and his brain couldn’t handle the suddenness of his seeming death, so up in his head, there was chaos and havoc and volcanoes erupted. It was his final seizure. Paralysed, he could only watch, as the truck approached, uncontrollable, and he desperately tried to take over his body, move! Move! Move! And his body ignored him. And he thought of Emily, and how he loved her, and how he might never see her ever again, and he struggled against the death-grip his body had over him. And he broke free. Only, it was too late. The truck rammed into his beautiful, beautiful car with spectacular leather interiors through to his beautiful, beautiful life. His last hope was that the letter he had written for her would get to her. At least, she would know. And he was grateful; he had learnt from KB and TLE that he was one lucky person. At least, his parents weren’t serial killers

The pain form the crash is everywhere. Our bodies were spread out cover in blood. The drivers of both cars were drunk to the point that they couldn’t see us. After the cars crashed, blood spilled from our wound forming a big pool of warm, wet, red liquid. The pain was so bad that we couldn’t even open our eyes.

She opens her eyes for a second. The trees flew out of the dark night, passing the car in a fraction of a second. She panic's, thrashing her hands toward the ceiling of the car bracing for an unknown impact. The only thing she can hear is a ringing a, a high-pitched whistle. She looks over at her passenger, she looks calm, as if she didn’t even know any of this was happening. She turns her head to look at Gabby trying to tell her something, but she couldn't make out the words.

As he walked closer, he heard a news report, “Early this morning, around 4 AM, there was fatal accident on the corner of Concord Street. Ambulance and police are still on the scene. There were 3 injured and one dead, which was one of the drivers. It was mostly likely the drunk driver that had caused the accident.”

Immediately, my body hit the roof of the car and my bones felt like they were being compressed into a tiny box. As the car tumbled into the ditch the lights swirled like crazy Catherine wheels, the white light was almost blinding and the only noise I could hear was the deafening sound of the metal being bashed along the concrete floor.

Mia woke up to the smell of burning tires and gas, lying on the firm, rocky ground surrounded by leaves and debris. She had no idea where she was and how she got there. Confused. she started to stand up when she felt a blistering pain shoot up her left leg. She fell on the ground in an immense amount of pain as she realized she was seriously injured. She proceeded to sit up to examine her injury when she saw the car. She crawled towards the smashed car despite the pain in her leg. She had realized what had happened to her and her family, but she had not realized the major change that was about to happen in her life.

I sat there and trying to convince myself that he was fine and he would fix the problem or he would be helped from a passerby. Struggling on what to do, I start my car intending to leave the area as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to see if he needed help, but I had a strong desire to see him up again.

By this time, his eyes were pinched closed against the immense headache caused by all the terrible noise. He didn’t even register the Semi’s blaring horn as the car veered into its path. The extent of the impact was enough to cause both of them to lose consciousness.

The girl’s eyes focus on the wreckage before her in full. The torn railing where the two cars tore through. The tree branches that gave away as the cars came flying down. Then finally her car; crushed and dented from the crash and descent, and the branches impaled through windows, car doors, tires, metal, her.