Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

I am not in the headspace for some local’s road rage. The driver guns the engine and whips around me. They swerve back into my lane with zero clearance, forcing me to slam the brakes. "Dammit!" I hiss as my belongings slide into the footwell. I lean on the horn, and they speed off, taking the next hairpin turn on two wheels.

I gathered all the evidence of Lilian's crimes and handed it over to the police. Meanwhile, Lilian grew increasingly unhinged as she tried to earn my forgiveness. She began to harm herself, ordering her subordinates to beat her in front of me until she was covered in blood. She even severed two of her fingers, hoping it would soften my heart. Yet all the suffering she endured amounted to less than a fraction of what Wesley and I had suffered. While she wallowed in constant remorse, I knew that the Teravon police were already on their way.

Thank God! Anyone driving with their family in the car doesn't want any accidents to happen. Rodolfo was still arguing, "I didn't know I still had alcohol on me, officer. I just had a few drinks last night when I had supper. I should pay the fine, I should pay the fine. You can't arrest me like this. That guy broke my wrist, he should be the one getting arrested, officer!"

Dominic growled, grinding his teeth as he leaned on the horn, the blaring sound echoing through the air. "Move!" He yelled at the slowpoke in front of him, his frustration boiling over. He spotted a gap in the next lane and swooped into it, cutting off another driver. As he approached the intersection, he groaned in dismay, spotting the red light ahead. "No, no, no!" He gunned the engine, ignoring the signal and speeding through the intersection, the rush of adrenaline fueling his reckless drive.

Angry voices merged into a deafening roar, and objects were hurled in our direction as we attempted to make our way to the car. The air crackled with hostility, and I felt the sting of something hitting the car as we hurriedly climbed inside. The cacophony outside was deafening, fueled by venomous words and accusations. "Baby killer!" someone shouted, Aria navigated the car through the chaos, but the searing words and hostility followed us out of the parking lot, making the drive hazardous. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to block out the vile accusations. Aria rolled down her window, daring enough to do so, and started shouting back at the crowd. “Can you people get out of the way! No on

“Honk” “Honk” “Honk” I look to either side of me and watch as the traffic jam fuels peoples anger enough to the point that a man gets out of his vehicle and body slams another man to the ground. As I watch, I sit there and remember the last time I saw her a couple months ago in Michigan. I was in a small town where I met Mr. Gilroy.

He wished he could tear the person responsible to pieces. "What else could have happened?" Jessica smirked, indignant. "The traffic in W city is horrible. Cars are everywhere, it's crowded and chaotic. If the driver makes a small mistake, accidents happen. The traffic police in our city never skip handling a few traffic accidents. This time, it was just my turn to be unlucky." She playfully wrinkled her eyebrows, complaining about the traffic in W city, using anger and complaints to cover up the reality.

I was just about to take the right-hand ramp when Derek's face darkened. "Why is it restricted? Aren't you wasting ordinary people's time? What are traffic cops even for?" "I don't care. I have to take the left side today, or I'll file a complaint against you." The officer probably had never met someone this stubborn before. "Sir, you may file a complaint if you like. The road is restricted because of snow. Why would I lie to you? "I understand that you want to get home, but if you take the freeway and then the surface roads after the exit, it won't be slow."

I asked a group of youths for money, they eyed me in response. I begged everyone I could to no avail. I had forgotten how wicked my countrymen were. I sighed in frustration. Before I could give up. I saw a car driving past. I walked in the middle of the road which was a stupid thing to do. Well, you can't blame me. It's better to die than experience this. The car stopped with a jerk. It had almost hit me. "Can't you see?" The woman shouted angrily. "Why would you stand in the middle of the road? This is how you put people into problems they never bargained for!"

Looking at my eyes irritates him? Ha! It's his problem, not mine! Why he is blaming it on me? The song on the radio suddenly stopped halfway. The radio host apologized to the listeners for the sudden intrusion as he has urgent news to tell everyone. "We receive hot news just now that there is a robbery in X City Bank. RJ's listeners, especially our dear drivers please be careful and pay attention to Route 86 in the city. Please contact this hotline if you ever see a white minivan Honda odyssey with a plate number ***"