Inanimate Insanity Cabby Novels & Stories

she muttered to herself. It is closing hour, all students rush to where their various cars are packaged except sapphire sky who is impatiently waiting for a cab that is forthcoming. "Where are the cab drivers? " she stared at her wristwatch from time to time because she is getting late and she don't want to keep her aunt waiting. As she was waiting for a cab, a brand new Bugatti car stopped at her front...........

Thinking Thomas must be worried. I phone the cab driver to come and pick me up. Placing all my things in the truck of the cab. I climb in and the cab drives off. While sitting in the back of the cab, I stare out of the window, thinking about Michael. Driving past the Henderson house, I could see their car outside; I stare at it for a few moments. “Fuck this! Please stop the cab,” I say to the cab driver. The driver stops the car, “I will be right back.” I climb out of the cab and walk up to their house. Knocking on their door furiously. The next moment someone opens the door; I was knocking so fast I nearly hit the guy opening the door.

My head was so messed up that I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I had to drive, so taking a cab would do me good. "St. Louis bar," I said to the cabby that had just pulled over in front of me, and the man who was in his late forties gave me a long weird stare before he gestured for me to hop in. Why is he staring at me like that? I asked myself, but hopped in the cab regardless, and the drive to the place began immediately.

A show of love can disarm hatred… ******* Tired of her own thoughts, Liza glanced out of the window of the cab, intent on distracting herself with the views. Few minutes later, she gave a small gasp. “What the heck!” She cried, and then, tapping on the seat of the driver, she shouted for him to stop. “Stop, stop this car right now.” She kept shouting. “What?” Almost jumping out of his skin by the unexpected reaction from the crazy woman he carried in his cabbie, the driver had to control his hands on the wheel before expertly bringing the car to a stop at a safe distance.

Embarrassed and lacking words, Mikaella stormed out of there running to the cab that popped at the right moment and at the right time. "Just drive" her eyes bulged with fury as she told the cab driver. "I should have called her a dirty bitch or a baffoon" she slammed her forehead talking to herself. The trees and the cars beside her window seemed to move in an excruciating speed and that's when she realised she was too far from her destination which was Hilton hotel. The cab driver's face was hidden from her in that he wore a blue baseball cap on top of his head.

That was why even when he barely had any money for a cab, he was left with no choice. The girl was just quiet during the entirety of their ride. She was looking outside the windows with a look of wonder in her eyes, and Sane couldn’t help but look at her as well. He thought about her feelings, what she could be feeling at that very moment. Was she feeling nostalgic? Sad? Happy? Sane wanted to hear her thoughts. He wanted to hear everything that had been going around her head.

I told the cabby, who was wearing a nose mask and a baseball cap. “Nice to see you too, Angela Jackson,” the cabby said in a hoarse, terrifying tone that made me tremble. My heart leaped to my throat when he took off his cap, revealing the bloodshot eyes of Alberto Miles Lucas. I opened my mouth several times, but no words could be formed.

I muttered, slouching in my seat. Driving with Cassandra was never easy, she detested driving behind coaches and big trucks due to their inability to go as fast as your average car, her aim is to swerve uncaring into another lane than serve back, completely ignoring the other cars surrounding her. All I could hear was honking, constant curses from other angry drivers. "Just great." Cassandra slammed both her hands on the wheels, an annoyed look on her face as she suddenly slowed down to the side of the pavement. "What is it?" I asked confused, looking alarmingly around us.

I’m sure the cab driver can feel it too, even with the terrible music blaring through his old speakers. After about ten minutes of pure silence, with my eyes stuck on her like she’s the only thing in this dark space, we finally enter a street and Gabby quickly asks the driver to stop at what looks like a bus stop. She grabs her sling bag and gets out of the cab without a word. It’s strange, but I let it slide. Maybe it’s just how she is. Maybe she has this thing she does when she’s in a car with someone she doesn’t know, even if it’s just a cab. There are worse things than riding with a stranger, I guess.

This hippo of hers can't accept defeat so soon. "Why Bhai is following us now?" Asked Kabir all annoyed with the fact of Sandy disturbing their every moments. "He can't do anything today" Annie smirked while typing something on her mobile phone. "But how?" Asked Kabir "Turn left and stop the car" she replied while eyeing the side mirror where Sandy already looked at her. Kabir did the same and he is surprised to see a driver there along with another person on who seemed to be the delivery guy. "Mam your cold coffee" he forwarded tow mugs while Annie asked the driver to start the car and Kabir to sit backside along with her.