Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

I answered his call instantly. "You're not going to take the road along the woods alone from now on," he said making me automatically wonder what I did this time. "What happened, Drake?" I asked when I was not able to think of anything. "A couple of people were attacked by an animal on the same road while they were coming to Greenville." As soon as he said that, I couldn't help but feel uneasy... {They came after me.}

Of all places, this is where Brayden chose to settle their score. In the middle of a public highway, at a rush hour like this. Just when everyone’s coming home from the city to their quiet homes. Of all the effects, the worse would be that they are to be exposed. And that is happening now as they can see the number of people and vehicles stuck up on both ends of the area they occupied. By this time, many motorists and cars have been stuck up, causing traffic. Humans have got off their vehicles and taken their phones out. This was a bizarre event. None of them has seen something like this happen before. To see a bunch of large wolves coming after each other’s throats was a scene to behold. Vi

Frederick was aware that these people didn't understand, so he simply remarked, "Bryan Mendez's fate was just something he brought upon himself." "Years of robberies, driving recklessly across the road, ignoring traffic lights, and not following traffic laws; accidents are bound to happen sooner or later." "You all have been in this field for so long, I doubt this is the first time you've encountered something like this." "It's just that it hasn't happened to you before, so it felt distant." At this point, everyone recalled instances where cars, while trying to avoid them, ended up in a series of accidents. There were also times when they were racing against others and their opponents went o

CONCURRENTLY… The white van, disguised as an unsuspecting cleaning vehicle, hurriedly sped away from New York but got caught in traffic while crossing the George Washington Bridge. Roy kept pressing the horn in frustration. Veins in his hand bulged as he held the stirring wheel tightly. “This is what I hate about the city… Too much traffic.” He scowls while glaring at other drivers. Jerry, on the other hand, was still wincing in pain as Sherah almost bit a chunk of his flesh. “That bitch!” He muttered as he took a flask of cheap vodka out of his pocket and gulped it down to help numb the pain. He then glanced at the back of the vehicle. “Is she still asleep?” he asked in annoyance.

"I wasn't discriminating either, little girl, don't worry." "I just spoke about the matter at hand." "Look at how many of the traffic accidents in our city, Amber City, were caused by female drivers in a year." "Would male drivers not have accidents? Would there be no drunk driving?" Lorraine retorted. "You can say that, I won't argue with you. If you want to learn, go ahead, I'm happy to take your money." Eric waved his hand, showing signs of impatience, and no longer wanted to delve further with Lorraine.

************ Drystan was speeding down the narrow road with his pulse thumping hard against his ear when he suddenly heard the crash of a pebble against his car. His jaws tightened as he stared at the damaging effect that the pebbles had caused on the left side glass of his car. His leg pressed hard on break and his car came to a rough halt. His grip tightened against the wheel and his knuckles almost turned white as anger slitted through him. Today is not so a good day for him, so the mother fucker was wrong to think that he would not die a ruthless death today.

I ran as fast as I could to be able to cross the road, however before I could reach the other side, a speeding Black Range Rover is about to hit me. My body stilled. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact since my mind got blocked because of the sudden situation. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again and saw it stopped in front of me. With a furious face and raging anger, I walked towards the car and hit the tire on the driver's side. “You freaking idiot, get out of this damn car!” I shouted to the driver.

“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.

“This Nimgo driver has some nerve. He hit the Valterra, and yet, he demanded to be paid. The kid kicks his door a little, and he talks about putting the other person behind bars? He’s obviously trying to scare the young guy.” “Don’t worry, kid. Take down my number. I’ll testify for you if needed!” “Exactly! I’ve studied some law myself. Damage under five thousand isn’t criminal. You only scratched his trashy Nimgo. How could that possibly be five thousand?” Encouraged, Jason slammed my hood and shouted, “Today, you’ll pay for my car and apologize, or you’re not leaving!” I chuckled coldly and pointed at the approaching traffic cop. “Ask the cop who should be paying. As for apologizing, you b

I quickly barked. I almost died in a car crash when I was 17. My ex-boyfriend was upset with me about something and he had severe road rage. And he had a bad temper. We were upside down on the road. After that, though, I can’t remember much. I don’t remember going to the hospital or how we even got hit. When the officers questioned me, I told them I don’t remember other than the car being upside down. Along with some other stuff they questioned me about.