Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

, She said but the cabman snickered at her statement. "You said you want fast money right? I can take you there", The man said and increased the speed of the car. Ann's heart began to beat out of her chest when the cabman refused to drop her. "I said you should end the drive", She demanded but instead, the man pressed a button and the windows of the car automatically rolled up. Ann began to panic, she had no idea where this man was talking to her and was scared that she couldn't call out for help. She knew no one could see her through the dark tinted window, so she just gave up trying to escape.

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

She took a cab to return home. At first, the ride was calm. The streets were crowded but quiet enough. Judy held her belly and watched the city pass by. Then, suddenly, the cab started making strange noises. The engine rattled violently. Smoke began to rise from under the hood. The driver cursed under his breath. “Oh no… not now!” Judy’s heart began to beat fast. “What is happening?” she asked nervously. “I… I think the cab broke down,” the driver said, panic rising in his voice. “We’re in a… a dangerous area. Please stay calm, ma’am.”

He began to hum an old lullaby as the engine purred to life, and he followed that little, blinking light into the night. ***** “You sure about this place, man? It’s giving me the serious creeps.” The cab driver shifted in his seat, eyeing the pitch-black wall of trees. “I’ll be quick,” Ian promised, forcing a shy, reassuring smile that felt like a crack in glass. He paid in cash and slid out of the car. The cabin was a silent, hulking shape against the starless sky. Unlocked. The door swung inward with a groan that sounded too much like a warning.

All I know was I kissed Caden and it didn’t feel too bad. “Yessss, I kissed him,” I muttered. I didn’t realize I said that out too loud cause the driver turned towards me the next second. “Ma’am, are you sure you’re not drunk?” the driver asked gently. “No, just… intoxicated,” I muttered. “…So yes basically,” he said. “Yes, I meant no,” I said too fast, too firmly. “I’m fine. Just drive.” He looked at me from the mirror shook his head but said nothing else. I had more battles going on than wondering if a cab driver I might never come across again thinks if I was insane.

Finally, at a red light, he stopped and collapsed over the steering wheel. He became choked up with tears. "How could this be? They must've gotten it wrong!" He looked up and banged his fists against the wheel, roaring, "Impossible! It's impossible! I don't believe this!"

BETTY The white cab jerks to a sudden halt outside Lucy’s apartment building. My hands are shaking so badly that I drop the twenty-dollar bill twice before finally shoving it through the plastic partition. I don't even wait for the driver to hand me my change. I just grab my heavy duffel bag, push the door open, and practically fall out onto the sidewalk. The entire frantic ride here, I tried desperately to scrub my mind blank. I tried to focus on the blur of the city, the traffic lights, the exhaust fumes, anything but the suffocating confines of that elevator. But it was useless.

A yellow-and-black cab was idling by the curb, its exhaust casting a faint cloud into the cold air. My chest heaved as I lunged for the rear door, pulling it open and throwing myself onto the vinyl seat. I slammed the door shut. "Go, please, just go," I gasped, my voice cracking with panic as I kept my eyes glued to the rearview window, half-expecting the brothers' black SUVs to tear around the corner. The driver, an older man with a calm, unbothered expression, caught my eye in the mirror. He didn't ask questions—he just shifted into drive. The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic.

"Baby, are you still not going to tell me where we're going?" K asked Jesse as she hurriedly rolled down the cab window. "Seriously?" He just shrugged and teased her with a cute, boyish smile. Jesse reached to his side and rolled down his windows, too. The whole car interior smelled like pot. Both of them immediately got a whiff of it upon opening the cab's door. The driver probably took a hit before accepting passengers. The possibility of him driving while stoned was like 90-10, with the way his eyes looked so puffy and red. He was all smiley and mumbly, too.

Everyone turned to see countless cars and persons floating over sixty feet up in the air, and there was a hellish white mist around them. "Whoa…" The cabbie gasped and turned toward Frank, Jada, and Laura. "Is that… real?" "Of course." Frank chuckled. "Your eyes never lie, though reality isn't as complicated as one would like to think—someone is just playing tricks!" As he finished, he gestured for the cabbie to turn the car around, while he alighted and strode toward the freakshow. Even as the cabbie reversed his taxi, he asked Jada, "Shouldn't you be more concerned for your boy, ma'am? He'd be dead if he had his soul stolen!"