Crash Novels & Stories

His words were a lifeline, a desperate attempt to salvage what little remained of their relationship amidst the chaos. The screens on the wall began to flash an irreversible, terrifying sequence: PROJECT ECHO: STRUCTURAL FAILURE INITIATED. TIME TO COLLAPSE: 30 SECONDS. The final data wipe and core systems corruption sequence had begun. The countdown was relentless, each second bringing them closer to the brink of disaster.

and by an unexpected coincidence I collided with it which caused me to rock and a loud crashing sound. When I open my eyes a cracked Camera is next to me, full of glass around and ruined lenses in front of me. O M G “Kalila” I raise my head and saw. "Billy" I said and slowly stood in front of him. “SORRY, SORRY BILLY !!!!” what have I done. "I didn't mean to sorry sorry… huh cracked cracked !!!" I felt scared as I watched the camera on the floor crack it and it looked like the crash was strong.

I asked in a whisper of a breath so I didn’t crack in half from the pain. He knew what I meant, and gave me a sympathetic smile before dealing my fate. “Indefinitely. You’ll be on the medication until we get you going with some serious trauma therapy. This episode, this ‘parataxic distortion’ you experienced, it will come back. It always does until it’s dealt with. But with how fragile you are right now, we have to wait until you can handle it because it will dig at your core and bring up all sorts of nasty memories you’ve suppressed and buried for years.” Just say it…say the word… Broken. A step away from being institutionalized.

One long slim hand tucked under her chin and the other lay along her side, relaxed and beautiful in its unconscious pose. In those minutes of observation, Joey knew that he loved this girl. That he wanted this woman to be his. It was so sudden and unexpected as the sound of the first shell burst at the start of an attack. All his life he had waited for this moment, and now the realization that it had come at last gave him the same sense of shock as one receives when one expects a loud report, and because of the anticipation is more startled at the explosion.

Maverick finally found her voice as she said softly. “Because you’re a good person, honey,” Linden said. “Process this through. I know it’s hard. If I knew this would happen, I would have done something—” “You couldn’t have done without bloodshed, Gabe. You did the right thing. At least Terzo did not suffer from flogging.” “What’s the cause of the crash, uncle?” I held and squeezed Maverick’s hand. “A strong turbulence occurred, and according to the emergency call, there may have been an engine failure, too.”

I watched as it wobbled for a split second and then crashed to the ground with a loud clatter. “Shit!" I groaned as my eyes widened.

The green line suddenly spikes violently upward, the waveform stretching out into a chaotic, jagged scribble. One hundred and ten. One hundred and thirty. "Here we go," I whisper. Over the comms, I hear a woman scream. It’s a sharp, ugly sound that cuts straight through the polite chatter of the ballroom. Then, a massive crash as a table goes over. Glass shattering. People shouting. "He’s down," Max reports. His voice is totally devoid of inflection. "Target just collapsed. He’s convulsing on the floor." One hundred and sixty.

she asked finally. “M****a” I let out a curse in Spanish already imagining what she was getting at. “Nick got into one” she finished. That was a blow, if I received the news of his death a year ago, does that mean that Mason was in a coma for six months before he died? And Sofia endured all of this? “The doctors said that because of the violent trauma the fall caused to his head his consciousness was impaired and he showed little reaction to stimuli.” Sofia narrated everything in an emotionless voice as if she had heard it over and over again.

For some reason, John felt a sense of unease as he watched Sharon's race car in the video. At that moment, Sharon made a mistake in her operation. John couldn't help but urgently remind her, “Sharon, what are you doing?” “The drifting angle is off; the steering wheel was turned too early.” Each accusation made Sharon panic more. Her mistakes multiplied. One by one, the cars behind her overtook her. When the race ended, Sharon took off her helmet and threw it to the ground, lashing out at John :

"I can't brake! I can't stop the van! The brake's not working!" Billy and his gang's screams echoed across the entire valley as the van's chassis lurched violently over the road's uneven surface from their extreme speed. Sparks also appeared under the vehicle. I saw Billy sitting in the driver's seat through his wide-open windows. He was frantically trying to take control of the steering wheel. Why wasn't he live-streaming anymore with his phone? Could it be that it was because his big-spending audiences weren't giving him any gifts anymore? There was a hairpin bend on the road ahead, and if he couldn't stop, he would plunge right down the ravine that was hundreds of feet deep.