Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

•Scott POV• I drove down the road, my heart beating so fast it almost matched my speed. I couldn’t believe I almost got into an accident. The way the driver had tried to hit my car clearly showed he was sending a warning. I shoved my hand through my hair and gripped the steering wheel with the other, steadying my breathing. I thought about going to the cops to report the incident, but with the recent claims and my time in jail, I didn’t think they would take me serious.

He claimed that I didn't get wet, but the truth was that he couldn't make me wet! I picked up a number of stones and began flinging them in every direction, seeing his face in my trajectory, and yelling, "Asshole!" The road I was on had been in the news many times. People died there, others disappeared and were never found. But I didn't care. I just wanted to cry my eyes out. Oh, God! My mother was right! There was no love anywhere! DRYSDAN I was speeding down the road when something crashed into the glass of my passenger window. I floored the brake and got out in the rain.

You can pass by the cars and cross the road to the other side," he suggested. As the driver came to a stop, Natalie, with trembling hands, reached out to the door, opened it, and stepped out onto the chaotic street." "The situation grows increasingly violent as people start throwing stones among themselves. Natalie pushes as she hides somewhere, covering herself with a broken board lying on the floor. "What is going on here?" Richard asked as he drove to the scene, looking confused as to what was happening. "Sir, there is a rally going on here which has led to serious fighting among themselves. You can't drive through here," one man said to him as he ran away for safety. .. Driving his car t

The atmosphere was full of sorrow. Rayan on the other hand rode wickedly with his men. He was celebrating what he called justice. Listening to pop music, drinking, and smoking. The driver couldn’t control the car brake anymore because of too much acceleration. The car somersaulted thrice in the air and crashed down onto the road. Rayan and his men were banged up. The car was damaged beyond repair.

At this point I was a bit scared, knowing that any slight touch would definitely warrant the cost of my life. "You all should stay in your cars" I screamed, many thought it was the police, I loved the fact that everyone obeyed me until I got to the beginning of the traffic, and found out that it was just a little collision between a truck driver and a beautiful Lamborghini Aventador SUV, I wouldn't blame the man who blocked hundreds of people with his truck, just to exchange words with a man who knew the worth of his car and argued for it. "Separating this argument is none of my business, I've got to get home and guarantee my safety first" I sighed as I drove into the left side, heading back

The entrance door of a fast food, opening and closing, with people trooping in and out, just opposite of the newspaper what was got my stomach's attention, and I salivated, wishing I had money on me. Just in the middle of the getting-busy road, a trailer and a car following behind two impatient women on the Pedestrian side talking to each other were halted by the traffic cop. And a few moments later another Insanity issued. A motorcycle at top speed, riding through the ham of vehicles hit a coffee stand and was held by good citizens, who wanted him to pay for his damage.

I've heard crazy stories about this particular road in the past. Just a couple of days ago, it was reported that a lady was robbed at gunpoint. And when she tried to fight back, she was forcefully raped and shot in the head. Before that unfortunate incident, some cab drivers repeatedly filed a report to the state police command about how suspected highway robbers had hijacked their cabs. I guess that caused the scarcity of cab drivers on the road. I'm scared that I am about to suffer the same fate. Perhaps, worse than the rape victim.

It annoyed Dominique. “What the hell was causing this traffic, Marsha? It’s really strange for a Saturday morning to have traffic as if it was 9a.m. peak hour traffic on a Monday. I can’t take his miserable traffic, we have been stuck in bumper to bumper traffic for the better part of 10 minutes Marsha, and the only people that seem to be getting anywhere are the motorcyclists who weave through the traffic. I don’t know which group is worse, the pedestrians who seem to just dash through the cars or the motorcyclists. Look how the roads are riddled with pot holes. Why do we even bother to pay taxes Marsha?” Dominque ranted.

The next day, Rach was driving toward her office when she noticed a convoy of black vehicles closing in behind her, tailgating aggressively. Her heart raced. She slammed her foot on the gas, pushing the car to its limit in a desperate attempt to escape. But just as she thought she might pull away, another vehicle suddenly swerved into the road ahead, blocking her path completely.

I rolled a few rounds on the ground and lay in a puddle of water on the side of the road. "Now your arms are broken. Are you satisfied now?" Finn asked me. I knew he was fucking gloating. I lay in the puddle without moving, soaked and drenched in mud. I can't believe I've paid a million krons on this fucking road! I thought to myself. Tomorrow I'll ask people to burn this fucking road and the mother fucker who has designed it! "Yeah, that's a very effective way to resolve road rage. Burn the road and kill the engineer," Finn scorned.