Creative Writing: Hitch-Hiker

The car backed up and shone the light all around the area, yet it seemed they did not spot my rigid form lying frozen against the ground. After several anxious moments the light disappeared and the cruiser crept away. I lay in my place, motionless for a long, slow count to one thousand before I even dare raise my head. I carefully glanced around to confirm I was alone, scanning the streets cautiously before resuming my

The sound of metal crushing as the collision head-on destroyed my thinking path. I felt as if the night was fading into complete darkness. All I could think about as we collided against the mound at the north side of the hill down the gloomy stretch of road was death. The car rolled over continuously till every engine part flew from under the hood. After the car finished rolling I checked to my left to see if Sam was still alive, he was bleeding from his mouth and unresponsive. The right front passenger door was crushed, I couldn't seem to free my right arm, I was trapped. I use my left arm to tug at my right arm free it, I screamed in pain as I pulled and pulled to notice my arm was broken. I managed to pull my right arm away from the crushed door after 10 minutes of agonizing pain shooting through my nerves.

I heard myself scream. Crash. Glass from the back window flies forward in slow motion, it looked like snow. Jolted forward, I hit my head and

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

Fear climbed up my spine as I watched his irate eyes glare back at me through the middle mirror from the driver’s seat. He drove roughly swaying from side to side on a road whose speed limit was 50 mph. It was only a matter of time until he whipped his steering wheel abruptly to the right, into a primarily empty ditch, with the exception of a few parked vehicles.

I was fearful as the car seemed to be traveling much too fast to be considered safe. As our car passed over the crest of the hill and down towards a left curve, our tires lost traction, and the road became a glass plate. We slid left across the water, hydroplaning as we neared the shoulder. Our tires touched the gravel on the roadside, and our car spun down into the bowl like median with thick trees in our path. The car spun three times, then shuddered as the side was crumpled in by a large pine. The window to my right imploded as crystalline stars filled my vision and the world slowed down, then blacked

After what seemed like an eternity, everything was still. Disoriented, I got out of the car and stumbled out of dizziness. Immediately, I fell straight down, unable to move. My body becomes strangely warm. I began to see strange lights above my head, almost like tiny flares. As I began to black out, my eyes moved across the carnage. The car, as well as the rest of my family, were scattered. I didn’t know if they were okay or not. As I black out, the flares somehow appear to be in the shapes of people.

Visions of my family and home come through my mind and then I look up and see a man dragging my body, the same man that ‘saved’ me and now my senses are all gone, everything turns black. It was too late and too

“You might have killed her!!” I could see the silhouette of a person coming toward me as I opened my eyes.

I saw the grey blur of what seemed like a minivan going way too fast, swerving in and out of lanes. It was getting closer and closer to us in Katherine's car. Clary tried to swerve us into the next lane, but the car crept up on us and slammed into the side of Katherine's BMW, completely demolishing the driver’s side of the car. Crunch. I felt the airbags expand and the front of the car pressed into my chest. Distantly, I thought that this might be what it felt like to be in a food processor. I could barely breathe, much less move and every muscle in my body screamed. I tried to call out to Clary, desperate to know if she was okay, but nothing came out of my mouth. My head started to get slightly fuzzy, and suddenly I could see black around my vision. I felt woozy as I faded into the darkness, but it distracted me from the unimaginable

Shaking and aching I slowly crawl out of the wind screen, and lay on the ground. Sitting down, I could see the full extend on the car crash. The car twisted around the big old, rugged tree. Glass scattered everywhere. A trail of blood leading to me.

My feet pounded into the ground as I pushed myself even harder, and the buildings moved by me in a blur. Spying a small space up ahead I believed to be a street, a smile slipped onto my lips. Before I reached the opening, the black fog slipped around my feet, forcing me to a stop. My feet stopped, but the rest of my body didn’t. I only stopped once I hit a trashcan. Adrenaline pumped through my body as my heart rate picked up.

James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to

I liked the way it sounded, deep yet light, reminding me of dark chocolate. “No go on, please,” he said, gesturing toward the door, “I’m not that eager to start my final test.”

It was getting louder and closer, his body vibrating violently. Two blindingly bright lights approaching, the prolonged, deafening honk of the horn milliseconds away, and then suddenly it was everywhere. He opened his mouth and roared with ecstasy, his voice being ripped away by the bottom of the oversized truck. The thrill of holding hands with death overwhelmed him as he was yet again, plunged into darkness as the truck continued on its journey.