Romans & histoires Entwined Short Story Car Crash

I had to be with Adriel, and we needed to find Lucien and Leilani together. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I sped down the familiar roads, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. My heart ached, and I tried to stay focused on the road, but the news had shattered me, leaving me in a daze. Suddenly, a car appeared from a side street, swerving right into my path. I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The impact was inevitable. The loud crash echoed in my ears, and my body jolted forward as the airbag deployed, cushioning my impact.

I nodded then left the room heading to the exit. I had to corner all the elders in a meeting and make him point out the Elder who had sent him to turn off the camera. "To the pack step on it" I told the driver as I stepped in. He nodded then began driving, he was fast but careful when suddenly, a trailer truck swerved into our lane, crashing into the side of my car. The impact was brutal, and I felt myself losing my balance. The world spun in a chaotic blur, and I could hear the screeching of metal and the shattering of glass.

Kendrick held her seatbelt with each bump of the suspension. Dr Greenwell grinned as the cruiser diverted into the smaller lane until a tree appeared before them, she screamed trying to turn but the car was going too fast. Kendrick screamed holding Gemini as the car smashed into an oak tree, Dr Greenwell slumped over the steering wheel blood pouring profusely from her head. Kendrick was out cold slouched back into the seat. Gemini whined licking, and sniffing Kendrick as blood appeared from under dress spilling onto the seat.

The next second, a car lost control on the bend and crashed into mine with full force. The vicious impact exploded my glass, smashing metal. My car flipped over and over, tumbling violently along with the car that had just crashed into me. When my car finally stopped, I was hanging upside down, trapped in the wreckage. My leg is badly mangled, pinned under twisted metal. Blood is pouring out fast, forming a pool beneath me. Every breath hurts so much. “God… help me,” I rasp weakly again, my arms wrapped protectively over my stomach, as I try to yell for help. “Help my baby. Please…”

I tear through the moving traffic, forcing cars to swerve and collide against each other as I sprint blindly toward the center of the disaster. "ELEANOR" The heavy mass of the bus is resting directly on the crushed roof of my car. On top of my woman. My entire body suddenly feels heavy. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘓𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺. A blinding, murderous rage explodes behind my eyes. I reach towards my car handle-It's crushed under the weight of the bus.

Her name did not appear in the registry of souls. She was not missing. She had never been entered. That was worse. I turned my attention back to Eli. His thread tightened as the moment of impact approached. Eli should have died minutes later. I arrived at the collision point. The world dimmed at my presence. Sound fell away. Time thinned like stretched glass. The car spun. Tires screamed. The thread quivered. And refused to break. Eli braked early. He steadied the wheel. He lived. I stepped closer, examining the fracture in the path. Her warning pulsed faintly through the thread, an echo of a command she should never have been capable of giving.

he prayed silently. Suddenly, a car overtook him. As it passed through his headlights, Red’s eyes widened in disbelief. It was someone he loved deeply. Blue. Smiling at him from inside the car. “BLUEEE!” Red screamed. Then it happened. The collision was instant. But instead of Red’s car being hit by the truck, it was Blue’s that took the blow. Blue’s car flew into the air, flipping. Red’s car spun sideways and finally crashed into a post. His head slammed violently against the interior, causing a deep wound and heavy bleeding.

I mutter under my breath, slamming my palm against the steering wheel. I steady my breathe, grab my purse and Stanley cup filled with homemade green juice (spinach, pineapple, and a dash of ginger, because I’m health-conscious now) from the passenger seat, lock my car and head toward the elevator. Then it hits me—this exact parking lot. Memory flickers: Renzo smoking in his car, looking unfairly good and that stupid lazy smirk playing on his lips I lectured him about the dangers of smoking. Who would have thought that, two weeks later, he had me pressed against him, his tongue down my throat in a hotel terrace in Milan, his hands—

Onlookers rushed towards the wreckage, ready to help. Caught in the maelstrom, Evan found himself pinned cruelly under the weight of the car. His chest felt as if it had been put through a shredder. Several ribs had snapped under the crushing pressure. Blood, rich and crimson, spurted from his mouth in pulsing waves. As if mocking the cruel twist of fate. The blood found its way past the confines of the car, staining the exterior into a grim reminder of the unfolding catastrophe. “Call an ambulance, call the police immediately!”

But it was too late—he realized too late that their vehicles were about to collide. The impact of the crash sent both cars rolling violently, flipping over before coming to a halt. Hunter’s car was moments away from exploding, but he managed to crawl out just in time. Each movement was agonizing—his injuries made every step feel like a battle. His leg was pinned, and bleeding badly, but he fought through it, dragging himself free. Collapsing onto the grass, Hunter gasped for air as the wreckage erupted into flames behind him.