Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

I asked the driver to drop the passenger mirror, and I stared at my face. “Ohmigod,” I said. And there I was. My long blonde hair twisted into messy pigtails, a slash of paint on the side of my neck, stark like blood against my pale skin. “Ohmigod,” I moaned. This was the woman the renowned James Godfrey is going to see? And, if I thought in the back of the cab that I really loathed this situation, I had no idea how much more I would hate it when I got to the Tech10 corporate building.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.

JhayV: "The cab is here chief, thank you for calling us and providing us with an announcement and additional duties and I will never let you down, sir" WayneZ: "What he said chief" CapWolf: "Break a leg boys and adieu" The call ended as the cab stood in front of us. The coolest thing I have seen once at my age is a cab with no driver running the cab. So we peek through the glass and the only thing we saw was seats and high-tech screens. I was the first to unlock the door before entering the cab but as I pull the knob - the door lifted itself not pushing itself in front of me and then slips to the side.

The pet he had kept at his side for so long had grown a temper and dared to bite its master! Consumed by frustration, Justin didn't notice the cab trailing his car at a distance. Candice sat in the back seat inside the cab, having witnessed the entire scene. Her fingers tightened slightly on her lap, and a sense of unprecedented crisis washed over her. Why on earth was Serena Judd still haunting them even after leaving Farrow Corporation?

"Baby what's going on?" he asked sitting at the edge of the bed, "What's going on as how?" he understood what his partner was talking about but he wanted him to elaborate more on his question. "This place is really scary and I'd be lying if I said, I'm not getting more scared, by the second what is up with this cabin?" "I don't know much but I know this place is full of mysteries and its starting to unravel bit by bit. First, it was Elena Martins the ghost, then the other unknown ghosts and Ruth's injury. Oh and my mysterious, lost in the wilderness situation." he heaved a sigh.

feeling that forebodes a really bad accident or a violent holdup, what the veteran cabbies are fond of sharing. The cabbie (Ray, as introduced by his ID hanging with the rosary) has had his own psychic moment tonight for the first time ever. It came with the most mundane sign: the car radio wavered to another station just as he picked up a fare. From mellow, cruising light rock, it fleetingly turned to growling and disturbing death metal. The first thought that entered Ray’s mind as he laid eyes on Septimus was that he had a deadpan, inscrutable face that’d be perfect for playing poker. The mint-fresh Manchester Imagay mask is as smooth as a babe’s ass or an adult face pumped with Botox. Mor

If she looked she knew she’d find a ton of messages. Ring! Ring! A quick peek showed Dylan calling. Nope. She turned off the phone; five minutes from Josie’s meant she didn’t need to worry about missing a call from her. The cab was stinky but clean, carrying the residue of countless cigarettes, the stale odor of nicotine and coconut air freshener giving her something to gag on. Something other than sheer anxiety and panic. A quick nudge of the window button and she gave herself an inch of fresh air. The cabby shot her a look and turned up the air conditioner, then looked again. Sorry, Bud. Whatever he saw in her return look made him shift his eyes down and keep his mouth shut.

Emily tried not to dwell on the negative thoughts and decided to distract herself by staring out the window. Suddenly, the cab began to make weird noises before coming to a halt. “Damit!!” the driver cursed. “What's wrong?” Emily asked in a confused and panicked tone. Before the driver could respond, Emily saw the problem for herself. Outside the cab and from the hood, white smoke began to sip out. Emily let out a scream while the driver only yelled out more profanities before rushing out of the cab. Emily didn't waste another second. She jumped out of the cab, tossed some bills inside before walking into the busy traffic.

’ A passer-by looked at her with eyebrows raised, and she suddenly realised she stood stock still in the middle of the pavement and had said the words out loud. ‘Madame, ça va?’ ‘Oui, ça va, j’suis bien fatigue, c’est tout.’ ‘D ’accord.’ The man slipped back into the stream of people coming and going, and Lala was surrounded by the fronts and backs of dressed bodies, marching, and in a restless, latent paranoia, believed she could hear their whispering thoughts. Each mind a maelstrom, a vacuum, a sadness, a joy. Lala’s knees felt weak under their weight. She found a taxi and got into the back, grateful for a sense of purpose in being driven far away.