Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

I grabbed the handle hanging from the roll bar and held on. He took the winding road up the side of the small mountain, keeping as far to the right as possible whenever another vehicle came at us. I just held my breath. The roads were littered with people, animals and parked vehicles of varying degrees of reliability and the drivers were reckless and fast. Fender benders were just expected, and no one exchanged insurances. They just yelled at each other.

At the hospital entrance, Evan forcefully pushed me into the passenger seat. Without waiting for the driver and bodyguard to catch up, he took the wheel himself. Vroom! He pressed down the accelerator. The powerful engine road like a ferocious beast, propelling us forward. “Evan, are you out of your mind?” I dreaded being in Evan’s car. Despite wearing a seatbelt, I hastily grabbed the car’s overhead safety handle. Evan, that jerk, had a serve case of road rage! When he was in a bad mood, the chances of getting into a car accident soared.

Sometimes staying home is better. Malik is driving at high speed when a person suddenly appears running in front of his car. He tries to avoid hitting him, swerving sharply from side to side, and finally, he collides with him. Wael's body is thrown into the air, and the blade flies from his hand, hitting the car's windshield. Malik continues driving, bewildered. Wael falls to the ground in the middle of the asphalt road. Malik bangs his head against the steering wheel in anger, crying, "I killed him!" A passerby sees the scene and rushes towards Wael.

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.

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.

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

She preferred to look at the congested streets rather than the handsome man beside her. Suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt as a motorcyclist squeezed into the space between Aryan's car and another vehicle. Aryan rolled down his window and shouted angrily at the motorcyclist. "Shit," Aryan muttered as he pounded the steering wheel. "Why the hell did you suddenly get angry? And it's Sunday; traffic jams like this are normal," Laura said, unable to bear seeing Aryan upset for no apparent reason. Aryan simply glanced at Laura coldly before returning his attention to the road.

"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.

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.”