Novel & Cerita Road Rage Stories

No mechanical failure detected in the vehicle's remains. But there was something off about the witness statements. Three drivers had been on the coastal road that night. Two of them described the same thing: a dark sedan driving erratically behind my mother's car in the minutes before the accident. The third witness—a truck driver who'd been farther back—didn't mention the sedan at all. The police had dismissed the sedan as irrelevant. Road rage, they theorized. An impatient driver who'd been tailgating and fled the scene after the accident. Case closed.

Yeah ,I was that tired that I couldn't even remove my suit and take a shower,it had been a long day at work and I worked overtime and got home by 8 pm,thank goodness there wasn't any traffic when I was coming back home but still a stupid driver got out of his car in the middle of the road and started arguing with another person I mean how stupid can someone he? He forgot about his own safety and just thought about going to shout and argue.I saw them fighting when I drove by and I just shook my head at their stupidity… foolish men. They didn't know the first time about road safety,this reminds me of the time I met Snow. That was really funny to me now because that girl was crazy,she flipped m

"But I heard him call her Aniya while they were leaving yesterday." "Aniya?" Rowan asked, shocked. "Yes. I am sure that was what I heard" the man responded. "No way" Rowan's mind churned with conflicting emotions. He rushed to his car and sped out of the house. While driving away he dialed his mother's number. "Mom, did the police officers mention where the road rage happened?" He asked when she answered the call. "What happened?" Madam Xi asked, alarmed. "Just answer the question, mom," Rowan snapped.

All he wants is to get to that figure before it disappears. The angry horns from cars, multiple vehicle collisions and insults from the drivers and some pedestrians who witnessed everything, fill the air, but no matter how much they yelled, the person in question did not even make a move or plan to stop until he finally got to the other side of the road. Unfortunately for him, that figure was no longer there.

“What do you recall?” “I was getting ready to tell Francesca. I’m driving sixty-five in the four lanes of interstate traffic heading back into town, minding my own business, and a guy pulled up in the lane beside me. He looked at me and smiled. I didn’t pay much attention to him, not wanting to get into a road rage incident with a hothead. “He sped ahead and when he passed a car in front of a bus, he slammed on his brakes, turning almost sideways in the road. The car and bus swerved, but the semi behind them couldn’t do much.

said Raga's mother before finally the middle-aged woman left after Raga. With a face full of anger Raga took Yasmin into his car. The man didn't even care about his cousin's wedding party anymore. With speeds above average the man drove his car through the streets of the capital city which was a little slow. Even Yasmin who saw how angry the man was did not dare to make a sound. In the middle of the journey, from the opposite direction Yasmin saw a truck also traveling at high speed towards them. The girl immediately shouted, making Raga realize and immediately slammed the steering wheel to the left until it hit the road divider.

Harley said simply. Rick glanced at her. She nodded and gained more confidence as she continued speaking. “Yes. Road rage. It’s the easiest solution. We tell them we were out looking for a place to stop and stargaze out in the country, with no influence from the lights of the city. We came across another car that wanted to race. Benji didn’t really engage until the other car got aggressive and turned into him. One thing led to another, but we didn’t see it all happen. They were at least two hundred feet up the road in the dark. That way if our stories don’t all match up we’re covered.”

The betrayal was mind-numbing, more brutal than my bruises, and with every replay, water gathered in my eyes, threatening to flood my cheeks. Within minutes, the road became congested. Cars that had been racing to their destinations could no longer move, jammed together by the obstacle ahead. For some unknown reason, there was no security official to handle the unexpected, serious traffic. I could hear the angry shouts from people who didn't realize that the accident that I was now in, was the reason for the traffic. Doors slammed loudly and angrily as impatient drivers began to get out to see what was going on. Gasps of shock filled the air as they wondered aloud about the accident.

It kicks me in the chest and stabbing pain in my abdomen fuels my sudden rage. “This isn’t some ‘fast and the furious’ movie, Dane. You could get hurt or hurt other people. Don’t you remember that toddler that died after street racers hit her in Tampa?” I almost wail it at him, tugging his jacket by the sleeve and getting an irritated jerk to get me off. I don’t care and grab at him again to make him face me.

Almost got hit by a car at the mall. Her reply was almost immediate. Rosa: WHAT?! Are you okay?? I typed back quickly, not wanting her to panic. Me: I’m fine. Just a little scraped up. But the driver didn’t even stop. It was like they didn’t care at all. Rosa: That’s insane! People are so reckless these days. I’m glad you’re okay, but damn, Em. That’s terrifying.