Richard Thomas Car Accident Novels & Stories

“He’s not going to hurt you again. Or anyone else, for that matter.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked like he’d been put through a meat grinder. “What happened to you?” I croaked. He let out a long breath and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Richard’s supporters tried to stop me from getting to you. They ran me off the road. My car crashed, and I had to shift and run the rest of the way here on foot.” He paused, jaw working momentarily before he went on, “I got here, though.”

We say our goodbyes and then I take this opportunity to leave, saying 'bye' and 'thank you' along the way as I pass crewmembers. I get into my new smart car and drive out of the studio lot, and make my way towards my apartment, then to the flower shop. I don't even have to guess if my mom will show up, I know she won't, she's never been the same since my dad got in a car accident and died. My dad, Richard Carter died after some drunk driver crashed into him and then drove off without a single injury or dent in their car. He was coming home after a fishing trip, and some drunk asshole left him in an upside-down car, passed out with a piece of car lodged in his chest, for hours until someone f

He grabbed the steering wheel, his strength returning in a violent, terrifying surge. "Hold on!" Richard shouted. He didn't turn the wheel. He slammed the truck into reverse, the metal crunching as he hit the first interceptor head-on. The truck spun. Joshua’s head hit the dashboard. The world went black for a second. When he opened his eyes, the truck was upside down in a ditch. The rain was pouring through the broken windshield. Richard was gone. Joshua crawled out of the wreckage, his limbs shaking. He looked up at the road.

He did as told, and he closed the door, about to fasten his seatbelt, but the car suddenly sped up, the sound of its tires screeching against the pavement. “Thomas, watch out!” Grace shouted, but it was late. The car hit them on Thomas’s side, hard enough to total the car, almost. He maneuvered the car, able to control it, and drove off to get away. Grace was looking to the back, and the other vehicle was following them. She was afraid, tears streaming down her face. Thomas assured her everything would be okay as he briefly held her hand. He hated that he didn’t have his radio on him, and calling 911 was not in his mind at that moment.

"That's what they're calling it. But Robert, the guy had a wife, two kids, and a promotion coming. No history of depression. No financial troubles." "Richard got to him." "I think so. But there's no proof. No forced entry. No signs of struggle." I hung up and stared at the ceiling of my office, where I'd been camping out for two nights straight. Sleep felt impossible when Richard was out there, circling like a predator. The second call came twelve hours later. Thomas Herrera. One of Richard's former business partners who'd testified against him during the initial investigation. Got involved in a car explosion in his driveway. His wife and daughter were inside the house. They survived but he

Something about an accident that happened this morning. Carolyn stopped to pay attention. According to the newsman, the driver of one of the vehicles a blue pickup truck, one Hill Thomas was the one at fault, eyewitnesses claimed that he lost his brake and swerved into the lane of the other car. Unfortunately, Hill Thomas didn't make it alive, but the driver of the other car though unconscious was still breathing his fate still in precarious balance. Carolyn was about to ignore the news and walk away when the reporter continued on about the dead victim.

Still, he had a gash across his forehead that required several stitches, his head wrapped thickly in gauze. Wendy asked at once, "Thomas, what happened? How did you end up in an accident?" The car in question had been a reward from Sharon—she'd asked Wendy to buy it for him. It wasn't an expensive model, about 15,000 dollars, meant simply as his everyday transportation. They had picked it up only yesterday. And yet today, Thomas had crashed. Thomas didn't answer immediately. His silence suggested something he couldn't easily say. Sensing the unease, Sharon pressed him. "Thomas, do you know something?"

“Excuse me. I need to take this.” "Sir..."Morrison started to object but I was already walking toward the door. I answered in the hallway. “What is it?” “There’s been an accident.” Thomas’s voice was tight in a way I’d never heard before. “Scarlet’s car. Major collision at the intersection of Fifth and Park. You need to get to Mercy General right now.” Everything stopped. “How bad?” Silence on the other end. “Thomas. How bad is it?” “They took her straight to surgery. That’s all I know. Jace is with her but he’s being checked separately.”

In the previous cycle, I had happily gone back and showed my entire family the gramophone. I also played the record Laura gave me for a few days. But from that day onward, I felt as if someone was controlling my life. All of the misfortunes that happened after that were things that I could not endure. While William my brother William was on his way to work, a car came out of nowhere and crashed into him. His entire body was covered in wounds, and his limbs were shattered.

Behind her was the live action of the yellow crane pulling apart the two cars. "We are live on the scene of a devastating car accident involving billionaire Liam Hemsworth and a red firetruck on Fifth Avenue," Jane began. "Our sources tell us that Mr. Hemsworth was driving his Rolls-Royce when the firetruck collided with his vehicle, causing a massive explosion. The cause of the accident is still unknown, but officials say it could have been the result of a mechanical malfunction from either car. Mr. Hemsworth is said to be in a critical condition and is currently being treated at a nearby hospital. We will continue to update you as more information becomes available." "That car's a beast,"