The Trunk By Daniel Muttered

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

Hours after driving in the region of the Panama City Beach strip, I decided that we should go back home. Since my friend drove the largest part around the strip, he let all the driving to me. It was around 1:30 am. I was heavy-eyed, but not sleepy enough in order to impair my driving skills. My friend was guiding me the way home since I was not as familiar with it as he was, but some how due to the darkness of the night, I passed the street that I was supposed to turn, and it lead us to about 20 minutes off the schedule we had planned.

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

It all happened so quickly. One moment, a boy was waving to his friends, and the next, he was lying in the street. I heard the screech of brakes and a loud crash. The car’s windscreen was completely shattered. People were screaming and crying, and without thinking, I ran into the street, knelt down beside him, and called 911.

Initially; when I became aware of my surroundings, the driver of the other car was at my side asking if we were okay. My friend was screaming, her face was covered in blood. The rearview mirror was missing, windshield and driver side window shattered and

December 15, 2015, 8:43 pm. I was on my way to get a white elephant gift for the Christmas party I had the next day. As I approached the green light, I quickly decided to go into the left turn lane to go a different route. As I sat at the red light, I fiddled with the worn away part of my steering wheel partly out of boredom and partly from being nervous about the final I had the next morning. I looked around blatantly not knowing that in the next couple of seconds, my life was going to change. I looked in the rear view mirror at the blurry truck

I started to get up but felt dizzy and gently lay back down. I had no idea how long I had laid here. The last thing I remembered, I was walking out to the car and getting in the front seat.

The car went tumbling in the air the were tumbling for about a half a mile. At that moment I realized that I just lost my friends.

What seemed like a nice day turned into a bad day in a matter of seconds. It was a warm, insert comma sunny day in Louisiana -- A perfect day to go out and ride the go cart. My brother, Jordan, and I decided to go for a nice ride. At this time he was about 6 years old, and I was 11. I was driving because our dad had taught me. We were having so much fun--chasing dragonflies, cutting donuts, and going sort of fast. That is when things took a turn for the worse. I should have checked Jordan’s seat belt. It was too loose. He was too small. I was going too fast.

I wasn’t able to speak. I could barely even breath. I looked to my left to see tears running down my older sister’s face. She was breathing heavily, mumbling words.I couldn’t catch what she was exactly saying, though. I looked her over, checking for any injuries. I found none, thankfully, and looked outside to see the other car. The lady was okay and unharmed and her car was perfectly fine, not a scratch in sight. I was looking around, as many cars passed by us, slowing down to see the scene and driving over the broken parts on the road. Soon enough, everyone was out of the cars, checking the harm that was just caused not even five minutes ago. The wind still whistling and cars rushed past us. The police was called and soon, the sirens were heard and flashes of red and blue were seen. The officer asked many questions, but i wasn’t paying attention. All that was going through my head was, “oh my gosh, we just crashed.” I saw another flash of blue and red and

We went over another bump, I'm guessing a pothole and my head slammed back onto the car, making me groan in pain. It came out more as a muffle, but everyone turned to look at me. "She's awake." I heard a man say and suddenly everything came rushing back to

We were cruising down the small thirty-five mph zone. Suddenly, a tan mid-2000’s Buick started crossing the turning lane coming right at me. Suddenly time started to slow down. It almost seemed like time stopped. I watched the vehicle come at me. I slammed on my breaks and laid on my horn in hopes he would stop. He didn’t. He just kept on coming. He slammed right into the front of my 2006 Chevrolet Malibu. The same car that my husband had hit and we had to buy. It was beyond me. All my airbags

car drove away fast. I felt abandoned and didn't know what to do trying to get out the car

One night on a saturday in July, I was riding my bicycle to Shoppers Drug Mart. Behind me, to my surprise and bewilderment, was a matte black BMW M3 with tinted windows. All the windows on the car where way too dark to visibly notice the driver and possibly passengers. As I looked over to the car, thinking in my mind, “He could get a ticket for having his windows unlawfully dark, especially his windshield.” The windows rolled down and he pointed as if to say “Go after him!” Spontaneously, the driver sped with intense power in my direction and I knew I was the target. The driver had inhumane and callous intentions of driving me over. I was riding faster than I had ever ridden in my life, I nearly flew with the bicycle. I suppose dreams and

The four-way stoplight to enter the highway was now in sight and I sped up to make the green light. I was rapidly approaching the stoplight and when it suddenly turned red causing me to step even harder on the gas pedal in an attempt to make it through the light. Within the blink of an eye, I felt a sudden impact and my car began to spin out of control. I felt the walls of my car collapsing in on me as my whole body jolted forward and then quickly jolted back while my seatbelt kept me restrained. I found myself, a sitting duck, as the sound of screeching breaks roared from behind me like a lion protecting his young.