The Trunk By Daniel Muttered

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

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.

Frequent trips to Lake Lewisville this past summer had kept our minds off of the impending doom of leaving our tiny town. On June 10th we took a day trip to Turner Falls, Oklahoma. We tried to soak in every minute of it, knowing that life wouldn’t always be this easy. After spending three hours in Turner Falls it was time to head home; many of us planned to take the ACT the next day. On the ride home Delaney, the driver and a good friend of mine, changed the radio station to country, which I silently objected, while she drove around a curve. I remember the moments before the crash only because I've repeated them so many times. An old blue pickup truck with paint flaked off, probably from sitting in the sun for too long, swerved into our lane as I looked up from my phone. I heard Delaney ask, "Do you guys see this guy?" and our tired voices mumbled back "yeah" fully expecting the truck to correct itself. I did not expect for two of my friends to be careflighted away that day or for the other five of us to be taken away in an ambulance. The other driver was charged that day with his third DUI. Thankfully, and by the grace of God, we are all doing well. The support from this town was life saving. Because of the wreck I not only feel a close bond with my classmates involved but with everyone in the town for their countless

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

The feeling of exasperation while waiting in traffic is a sensation known by many drivers. Glancing out of the front windshield, to see a sea of metal contraptions filled with people, all trying to get to their desired destinations, quickly and efficiently, is a sight for sore eyes. The clock in the car changes from minutes to hours quickly and progress of the line of cars is not visible. Thoughts of getting home at a reasonable hour are no longer plausible. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the line starts to move. As cars start to move and the traffic slowly dissipates, flashing lights can be seen ahead. Upon approaching the flashing red and blue lights, it is clear to see a horrible wreck has occurred. A handful of cars are totally demolished and a gaggle of people stand to the side in distress. It is unclear to see exactly what the damage of this tragedy entails, but the scene quickly moves out of sight. If only those people could have been more cautious on the road, the whole situation could have been avoided Not only would they have been spared from dealing with such an awful situation, but the people caught in the aftermath in the form of traffic would have been spared also.