Frank Crash Creative Writing

I was suppressed and unconscious for approximately 45 minutes. I awoke to a white sheet draped over my body with an immense amount of blood seeping through its fabric. The Jaws of Life ripped apart my vehicle as if it was a damp piece of paper. I felt nothing—not physically, mentally, or emotionally. My surroundings were so obscure that I could not even comprehend the words leaving the lips of the emergency medical technicians. And then I felt it. A brace was strapped around my neck and my body was hoisted onto a stretcher. The entire left side of my body had been mangled beyond belief. I have been exposed to a profuse amount of painful events in my lifetime, but nothing could prepare me for what my

I then remember about the other car. I look over to my left and my eyes widen. It was a light blue van, an older model. The whole front side from the bumper to the windshield wipers were crumbled like a piece of paper. There were two people in the front seat, one looked fine but the others head was resting against the wheel. My heart starts racing, wondering if anyone was hurt and if so how bad. I look back to my right to see Logan jumping out of the car see if everyone is alright. I tried to open the door but notice that the other car is keeping my door from opening. I look out at Logan and see him talking to the family, the car had two little kids, one boy and one girl, and also a toddler. I jump across to the other door and jump

‘Call the ambulance’ I said to myself. The red car disappeared from the view as I looked for help. As I tried unlocking the seat belt, I realized I was bleeding and my head was hurting really badly. Helplessly, I bent forward and checked Trevor’s pulse. My immobile left hand lay dead on the side as I reached for my phone, Speed dialling the number as I called the ambulance to the location.

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

Water, water everywhere: It’s dripping from the dying leaves and forming murky puddles on the waterlogged forest floor. The air is sharp and pungent, almost acrid. Bracken and dry twigs are relentlessly snapping at my ankles and droplets of water are running down my spine and collecting in my sodden shoes. It’s making the late September chill bite my skin like an icy fire. It’s consuming me, engulfing me. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

Blurred vision engulfed her thoughts, the sound of sirens filled the emptiness she felt or just confused

In the narrator's world, a white floor makes sense because it wouldn’t take away any attention from the wallpaper. We also intentionally made the white floor somewhat imperfect and not so polished because we didn’t want to give off the wrong look. If we were to make it completely white, without gaps, and take time with the strokes, then it would look too fancy and upscale. We were trying to give off the look that portrayed an old “nursery” that was tattered up by little boys. At least that was the cause of the rooms’ disheveled manner according to the narrator. As for the walls, we took sheets of yellow paper and then darkened it. We did this by repeatedly running over it with brown and black colored pencils, which gave it a nice shadow. Doing this allowed the wallpaper to not look like a bright and pleasant yellow. This gave it an older and dirtier foundation. We also crafted a bed from extra cardboard and taped it to the floor. We made it just out of reach in relation to the upper wall of them room. We did this to signify the importance of the bed being bolted to the ground, and how limiting it

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

Tears come streaming out of my face and my hands start throbbing. I run to the bathroom and take some long deep breaths with little hiccups in between. My shaking hands make it to the old Nobbs in the restroom. My hands tremble in agony as I turn on the water. The water is so cold. It stings when the pressure of the faucet touches the red gashes in my hand. I lift up my shirt and see blood clumped all down my back. A scratch about 7 inches long covers my back. More tears come out of my eyes as I try to wash the blood off. I pick at the tree bark sticking out of my skin. It hurts too much so I stop. I began walking back to the trees my shoulders are droopy and my face is puffy. My voice is quiet and I voice the few words that I'm ready to go home. Every step my legs carried my lifeless body. I cried on the walk home making my eyes super puffy and red once more. Tumbling through the door my mom ask me why my shirt is ripped and drenched in blood. I try explaining the story but my voice is so trembly I start crying again. She helps me clean my cuts out and puts some gauze on it. The rubbing alcohol stings and bubbles as she pours it in my hands. After the moments of pain, I began to feel better. The white tape around my hands looks like I am a professional movie star boxer. Thinking this makes me giggle and I start laughing at the hammock story and why I should have waited to get the nicer once everyone else

After about 30 seconds, I opened my eyes and started to get up, I wasn’t in pain. Sara was full of nervous laughter, giggling, yet still managing to sound panicked while babbling, “Oh my God, are you okay? Oh my god.” I saw Grace coming from behind her house, she had parked her car and come back to where Sara and I were on the driveway. I moved my hands to my face and it felt very wet; I started to panic. I noticed I was bleeding profusely, but I couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. I looked down and saw blood on my clothes and spattered on the pavement. My belongings were also spread along the

At the last second, I jumped. My body hit the hood of the car and I screamed. My bones, muscles, joints, and organs felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. My lungs contracted with such force that I was afraid they would fold into themselves. My torso and head smashed up against the windshield while my arms and legs were flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the forward movement my body was going. The world must have kept flickering its light switch because my vision kept flashing from bitter darkness to a blinding white light. The only sound that filled my ears was the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackles of my bones. Then suddenly, everything became light. I was flying through the air, my

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

The next morning I heard deafening sirens ringing in my ears. Were they coming for me, or was there just a fire nearby? I looked around. In the distance I saw an abandoned house anticipating its crumble. The sirens were approaching closer and closer. I could hear the engine roaring nearer and nearer. The flying dust was visible from my position. It’s an ambulance. Do they see me? I guess not. The ambulance rushed right past me, and I threw myself to the ground, as if I was pushed. Why me? What did I do to deserve this torture? I give up. I couldn’t contain my tears anymore. I started to feel dizzy and overwhelmed,

Disbelief, fear, and disappointment filled my mind as I sat in the driver 's car seat tilted back, the smell of smoke and dirt was all I could comprehend. The drivers floorboard and dashboard met with my feet wedged in between being crushed. It did not hurt, my body was numb. My mind was running wild. What just happened to me? In the distance, on that straight, two-way, narrowed road, I saw cars and trucks driving by completely oblivious of how I felt. I tried to yell out for help but my voice was unheard. All I could do was remain where I was and wait for someone to help me from this horrible situation or wait to die.

I awoke with a wheezing gasp. I felt the stinging coldness of the shattered window first. I was laying on top of it. The bus was on its side. I frantically looked to my left. My mother wasn’t there. I struggled to a crouch, wrestling my way through the barricade of random belongings that were piled on top of me. I squinted into the darkness around me. The bus was empty. The silence was deafening. There was a eeriness in the air, so unearthly, that sent shivers up my spine. I panicked at the thought of my mother. If the bus had crashed, had she survived? Was everyone evacuated and they had just missed me? It didn’t make sense. Maybe I was