Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

As she stood in wait for a vehicle, she stretched forth her hand, signaling for a cab to halt. She gave her directions curtly to the cab driver before slamming the door shut with a force that resonated her frustration. The cab jolted forward, the sudden motion mirroring the agitation that surged through her. As they sped through the city streets, her eyes remained fixed on the passing scenery, but her mind was a whirlwind of anger and disappointment. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the seat next to her, a physical manifestation of her restless irritation. The hum of the cab’s engine seemed to pulse in time with her thoughts, each vibration intensifying the sting of betrayal.

I looked at Emily and Informed her before leaving. walking out of the main door I reached near the Cab and opened the door, "Ma'am, Sit in the passenger seat, I like company." what does he mean? sounds like a creep. "pardon?" I don't like his aura already, should I drop the Idea of Taking this cab and book another one? "I mean I fall asleep when there's no one on the passenger seat at night." he explained, doesn't that sound weird? to me it does and to him it should.

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!”

We spin towards the sound. An old rusty truck came into view .We caught the sight of its headlights first before we saw the truck and can you even call it a truck,I was not sure of that. It could hardly move on four wheels. Its doors looked like it could fall at any moment. I was surprised its steering wheel was still intact to the car and not came out in her hand. "I am calling a cab. There is no way in hell that thing can make us reach the club in this life. Either I am going to heaven or hospital if I ride it"Jess said from behind me. When I turned to face her she was already typing miles in a second.

Emotions were cruel. It was after she got out of the cab she realized her legs were asleep, the first three steps were wobbly, then again, so was her mind. "Are you okay?" The driver asked, but she had been too stupified to answer. One step meant three violent thumps in her chest and one in her head, then different screaming voices in her head. Her anxiety was bad, but today, it attained the worst. It took all she had not to drop her purse.

Isabelle said and continued the kiss. The driver of the cab looked back at them through the rearview mirror and smirked at what he saw. His eyes were completely black because he was possessed by Summum’s power so he could spy on them. He was happy about Josh and Isabelle’s decision to move in together because it meant his plan would come together even quicker now that they would be living in the same house. *********************

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.