Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

Mrs. Jones P.O.V. I got into the cab and put on my disguise, no one must know that I am about to do this. "Where to?" The cab man asked. "Just drive" I replied wearing my wig and applied some makeup. "Excuse me ma, what do you take me for? Do you think I am here to play? This is how I feed please tell me where you are heading to" said the cab man. "It's either you drive or you die" I pointed my gun at him. He was shocked, "I will drive, I will drive". I sigh and returned my gun to my bag, "I am sorry, I scared you". "It's okay, I was the one who caused it", he replied still jittering. "It's okay, stop shaking, besides I wasn't going to shoot you". "Just tell me what to do ma", he l

Will you keep shut? lizzy shut her conscience up She called a cab man and told the cab man to drop her at OREB'S venture The cab man was very Happy to see lizzy,she is a model that majority want to have contact with Will you stop staring at me and drive? Lizzy shouted at the cab man The man that gave me your number said you are smart, I didn't see any sign of smartness in you. Lizzy said " Am sorry ma" the cab man begged

Her hand briefly brushed my fly as she drew it back, but that wasn’t at the forefront of my mind anymore. “Bingo. Give the man a prize. And I’ve got both of you. It was so fucking easy it ought to be criminal,” the cab driver laughed. “Easiest hundred-mil I’ll ever make.” Fuck. “Shit!” McKenzie reached for a door handle, but the cab driver locked it. I noticed the manual locks were missing from the back seat. “Hey now,” the cab driver said. “We’re going about eighty. You don’t want to be a splat on the road, do you?”

I mumble as I cup my cheeks in my palm, giggling afterward. "Are you ok, Miss?" Forgetting that I'm still in the cab until the cabby glances at me through the visor with a look on his face that asks 'are you sure you are not sick in the head?' "Yes, I'm fine," I quickly comport myself before he thinks that I must've lost my mind. The rest of the drive to our apartment was just filled with me trying so hard not to scream out of excitement, and we finally arrived after a few minutes.

If it was not love, then I doubt what the hell this feeling was. "Are you ok, Miss?" I guess the cabby noticed how I kept smiling to myself like a lunatic, so he asked to be sure he hasn't carried a mentally deranged woman. Holy shit! I don't look crazy, do I? Maybe I really do with that sheepish smile on my face. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied to him, and he stared at me creepily through the rear mirror before he turned his gaze away, and I sighed briefly. I guess I needed to control my excitement and save it till later.

Anna’s nerves were stretched thin as the cab crawled through the sluggish afternoon traffic. Cars were pressed bumper‑to‑bumper, horns blaring, people leaning out of windows to shout as if their voices could magically clear the road. The cab driver, a middle‑aged man with tired eyes and a slow drawl, kept sighing like this whole trip was an inconvenience he wished he’d never agreed to. He muttered under his breath, “Madam, I don’t even know who you’re asking me to follow. You didn’t give me a plate number or anything. How do you expect me to…”

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

"Well, I could tell that they are natives of New York City, but him, he isn't. And people like him don't give a fuck about anything else other than making a living for themselves." "She's right, sis. Please, can you both get the hell out of my cab now? I need to go make some more money." My gaze met with Ciara's, and we both chuckled at the same time. "We are sorry for the delay," I apologized. "No problem, just get the hell out." The cab driver sounded like an Arabian man. He had their looks too, and he was handsome—too handsome for a job like this. We got out of the cab and headed for the entrance of the hospital.

He said, taking her suitcase and placing it in the trunk of the cab. "Thank you" Ginny muttered, trying to muster a smile as she slid into the backseat of the car. The driver quickly closed the trunk and hopped into the front seat, starting the engine with a smooth hum. As the cab pulled away from the airport, Ginny gazed out the window, the city’s towering buildings and bustling streets whizzing by. She attempted to clear her mind, pushing aside the anxiety that had taken root in her chest. Her mom was excited about her coming home, and Ginny didn’t want to disappoint her. She forced a smile, hoping it would eventually feel real.

“See? Simple.” I blinked a couple of times probably looking like an idiot. He went to the cab that made the U-turn, opened it’s rusty door and motioned for me to get inside. “After you, Mr. West,” he finally said. “You’ve got be kidding me right now. A whistle? That’s your move. Your big play is a goddamned dog whistle?” “Works on cabbies too,” he said, not even trying to hide his amusement now. “Get in.”