Stories tagged “speeding”

  • Speeding

    Jim raced down the expressway, as he often did after a draining day at the grind. He mentally gave the finger to his workplace, his daily prison, as he glared at it in his rearview mirror. No more paper to push, no more lines to color in, just him and ...

    • Author: Spooky M
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Speed Zone Ahead

    John slammed his foot on the accelerator and Marge was pushed into the back of her seat. “What on earth are you doing, John? You are going to get us killed, or worse, a ticket!” John smiled to his wife of forty years and gripped the steerin...

  • Lead Foot

    Foot falls again, and The car speeds up. Cold, dark night. I see his blurred outline On this highway horizon. I sense his fear. He runs faster, but He is no match for me. Outsmarted again. Fumble for my tool, The one I mean to use. Cold, black, and mer...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • One Way to Dodge a Ticket

    While he sauntered to his cruiser sweat beads made slow racing tracks down my forehead. Reality, half-memory, fantasy, and the Dylan song on the radio blended together in a big anxious soup. Kate just picked at her cuticles and hummed along until the c...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Next Level of Oh Crap

    About the same time her hand jerked me downward by the front of my shirt a blinding light sheared off the roof of the car and half the windshield. Wide eyes stung by the oncoming wind I floored it, knuckles going white around the steering wheel. The ra...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
  • So the Son Cries (Mature)

    His heart pounded with excitement & fear. After today his life would be forever changed and he’d be damned if he missed the main event. Many months of waiting had all lead up to this moment. It just had to be the day he took his newly restore...

  • My Good Friend the Speedometer

    My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. I roll down the window, letting hot night air rush into the car, smelling the wet pavement and exhaust of a sleeping city. The little red arrow on my dashboard takes a deep breath as I sh...

    • Author: MaddyRose
    • Posted 4 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5