Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

I asked softly Annie said nothing for a while and finally muffled a silent ‘Wake up soon, Camille’ Then she turned back immediately and I rushed after her. When we got outside, Annie sat in the bench outside the hospital and I sat beside her. It was night already. Annie started talking. “That night after we left the concert..” she hesitated before continuing. “The driver of the cab we entered was unfortunately a maniac. He was driving at a really fast speed and we were like shouting for him to slow down but the idiot wouldn’t listen. I suggested we jump off the cab..” I interrupted her. “Jeez! That’s dangerous!”

I thought it was so exciting to have a boyfriend who deal with drugs and guns, ohh my mafia lover, what an idiot I was. "Let me gooo Damien...Let me go" I scream but he didn't care. "I'm never letting you go Pet, you are mine don't you get it," He says sounding like a pure maniac. "Now it's time for the pet to come back home," he says before injecting something into my shoulder. My sight went all weird, I lost my balance completely, he let me go this time, I fell on my knees before everything went black making me fall to the ground with a big thud.

(She points and shows him Paul and Paris) Cab driver: Yes, what happened to them? Anita: I want you to splash mud water on both of them. Cab driver: I'm sorry ma'am but I cannot do that Anita: I know what I'm doing, Don't worry, I'll pay you double. Cab Driver: (sighs) Alright (The cab driver attempts to splash mud water on Paul and Paris but it misses them, he realizes who the person is) Cab driver: Oh my goodness, that's Prince Paul, He'll roast me alive, this was your idea...

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.

It was one of those lazy, hot afternoons that made the whole neighborhood feel drowsy and slow — like even the sun was napping. Ceiling fans whirred like grumbling grandmas, and the air smelt of mangoes and melting glue sticks. Timtim Mishra, who was very much not napping, was standing in front of the TV cabinet downstairs, remote in hand, eyebrows furrowed like she’d just been personally betrayed. “Nothing’s working, Maa!” she shouted. “The cable’s dead!”

I hailed a cab, its yellow exterior contrasting with the muted tones of my clothing. As I slid into the backseat of the cab, the familiar scent of leather mingled with the faint aroma of air freshener. I leaned back, letting the seat cushion my thoughts as the driver started the engine. The anonymity of a cab ride offered a brief respite, shielding me from prying eyes and allowing me to gather my thoughts without interruption.

My eyes wide and my ears pricked, everything dead silent besides for the three drunk bastards in the front of the cab swigging their booze and snorting their drugs. I hear a groan from Callie. “Callie!” I whisper “Callie, are you awake?” I look at her with a dogged determination, almost trying to will her awake with my mind. My eyes focusing so hard on her face, as if they are lasers that could burn her skin and wake her. Still nothing. The drivers side door opens with a jolt and makes the whole truck sway. The driver climbs out and makes his way over to the back of the truck while the other two climb out of the passengers side door.

The article gave a brief history of their establishment, it also stated how they got closed down for issues relating to funds. Tom could notice the cab man looking through the mirror, he avoided eye contact by any means possible, he couldn't engage in any conversation. He raised the newspaper just above his head to make him seem undistracted, and engrossed in his study. "Say man, did you catch the game last weekend?" The cab man said ignoring Tom's focus The man had side burns, a bald hair cut, his arms were huge, he looked like a gym addict, his grip on the wheel was confident. His car smelled of lavender, it was amazing how clean it was, he had a Kung fu panda action figu

Third-Person POV "What did you say?" Cole exclaimed, his voice pitching an entire octave. The joyous atmosphere immediately disappeared. The assistant handed his phone to Cole and said, "Look." Joanna was wearing a bitter smile as she sat in front of the camera. Her skin was covered in mottled bruises. She pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from her bag and held it in front of the camera. The comments egged her on. "End your life if you have the guts. A lunatic like you will only harm yourself and others if you stay alive."

Why did everything have to take so infernally long? Andrew moaned internally, watching from the back of the cab as it waited at a stop while traffic through the intersection ahead flowed perpendicular to their return path to the Ambassador. On the floorboard, his toe tapped out a frantic rhythm, the unconscious manifestation of the swirling anxiety and frenetic state of his mind.