Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

I managed to cross the road without causing an accident. I was pressed between onlookers of the accident. “Excuse me?” It was frustrating. These people ignored me—no one listened to me, except they were busy taking pictures and recording the horrible collision between two sedans. “Adley! Mrs. C!” Romare managed to grab me on the wrist. “Are you trying to harm yourself?”

It would have been better with her, just talking and watching her sing along to the music. A random car came from behind, full lights and hooting loudly. Having no intention of racing on a dark road at night, if that was his intention, I gave them space but instead they didn't overtake me. Another one came from the front and they blocked the road. Then we waited, they waited for me to come out with my hands up while I waited for them to take me out of that car. No one in fort canon was stupid enough to rob Gerald Wallace. "Get out of the car homie, we got to talk" the one from the back shouted getting out of the car.

There were arrows painted on the road to guide people back onto the expressway, and before they knew it, they were back at seventy-five miles per hour, on the way to their destination. The closer they got to Wildwood, the worse the traffic got. It was abundantly clear that they were far from the only people down for a beach trip. It was the absolute perfect day for it, so Dillon couldn't blame them. That didn't mean, however, that he was immune to the road rage that it incited in him. Did people not know what blinkers were? Everyone was so damn discourteous and inconsiderate too. Tony sat next to him and tried to keep him calm as he crunched away on potato chips. He had happily devoured his

The boss ordered me to go after her, so I have no idea how it all ended, although I heard that Oleg and Yakov also ran away. “Thankfully, no.” Dice turns onto a street that has the red lights on. “Just Sal’s bloody arm. That’s what he gets for being so fucking aggressive.” Dice chuckles, but I don’t think it’s funny. God, how I hate the traffic in New York. “Some of the other guys got minor injuries, but nothing too serious,” he continues, checking the clock on his wrist out of habit. “What about the Rominas?” I press through clenched teeth. I still can’t believe they escaped.

Ethan's parents were delighted to see her. "Ah, Angela, we were just inquiring about your whereabouts," Mrs. Ronald commented. "I sincerely apologise for my late arrival; I would have been here sooner had it not been for the excessive traffic," Angela explained. Ethan interjected, "Traffic! Is it not too early for such congestion?" "Indeed, my love, it is quite early for heavy traffic; however, the delay was caused by a vehicle robbery earlier this morning, during which the driver was shot in the leg, leaving the vehicle stranded until the police arrived to remove it," Angela elaborated.

He winks and smirks at me. My jaw drops! He says it so nonchalantly. That you’d think we are talking about the sky being blue! He grins and closes my mouth with his index finger. Whoa, I’m dating a freaking Millionaire! Grammy is gonna freak out when she hears this! He turns and focuses on driving again. Now I’ve never driven a car before. But I’ve rode in many vehicles. And let me tell ya, Chicago has insane traffic. J-walkers, people running or jogging in the streets. People on bicycles using it like it’s a car! I so want to yell, ‘It’s got two wheels not four asswipe!’ Grammy says I have passenger side road rage, lmao.

I muttered, annoyed. I'm about to hit the road again when suddenly five wolves blocked my way. I stepped on the breaks. "What the hell is wrong with this rogues?!" I spat frustrated. I stepped out of my car when two wolves lunged at me. "What the--" I jumped to my hood and also left a dent. I groaned when I saw the dent. "My lovely car."

It fishtailed wildly to the right, spun a full one hundred and eighty degrees, then careened off the edge of the road and plunged, soundlessly, into the black void of the gorge below. I exhaled long and slow, trying to quiet the thunder still rolling through my chest. "Do you know who orchestrated the attack?" I asked, my voice ice-cold as I kept my gaze fixed ahead. "We cannot confirm that at this time, Mr. Samuel. However, based on local intelligence reports, there have been increasing incidents of armed robbery targeting remote roads far from the city centre over the past few weeks," the driver answered, his focus never straying from the road.

Eventually, a series of photos captured him in a state of loneliness and despair, shedding tears on the spot. Below are comments from netizens. "I heard that there was the driver of the Chairman of the Hammond Group in the car at that time, he was in his forties, it's really unfortunate..." "When the Chairman of the Hammond Group cried, I cried along..." There were more incidents below, not only did Rosemary Road explode, but there was also a car chase and rear-end collision. "Miss Britney from the Hammond Group, narrowly escaped death last night!" The further down, the closer the time is to today...

"I'm blaming the system that made him feel like he had to hide. The prejudices that forced him and his mother to live in fear." "Good," Lynn said, mollified. "Because if you were blaming Shawn, I was going to throw something at your head." "Noted," Rivers said, though he was smiling. "No victim-blaming or face the wrath of the protective healer." I was about to add something when the road in front of us suddenly exploded. Not metaphorically. Literally exploded. A blast of brilliant blue-white energy hit the asphalt maybe twenty feet ahead of us, creating a crater that spanned the entire width of the road and sent chunks of concrete flying in every direction.