Road Rage Story Novels & Stories

"Tangina ninyo, you mother*******, useless bunch of shits, mga walang kwenta! If you do not want to live in this world anymore, just die! Die alone! Do not include others in your demise!" He made a middle finger sign to everyone inside the luxury van and get back in his car, then drove away. Everyone is astounded by what they saw. It is a great experience. Road rage in Legazpi Street, Makati City, Metro Manila. They will surely be included in the national news in the Philippine television televised every evening, and they do not want to be interviewed hours before. Inside their minds, they want to be in the Manila International Airport in the soonest possible time to avoid the gush of report

They would even flash the high beams at him constantly. The worst ones would constantly flash and blink the high beams at him. When they finally overtook his car, they would roll down their window and yell profanities at him. For that, Jacob assumed that most drivers in the world all had road rage. However, things were different when he drove the Rolls-Royce Cullinan home earlier. While he was on his way from the Calligraphy and Painting Association to Thompson First, he noticed that all the drivers had been miraculously cured of their road rage issues.

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

“You smiled and asked me my name—as if I was just another volunteer.” Guilt swallowed me whole. My throat tightened. Imagining what he went through, thinking all three of us were gone… “But why? Why did we get into that car crash? What happened? As far as I can remember, I always drove carefully. I’d been driving for years without accidents. And with the kids in the car, I’d never take any risks.” “You…” he faltered, “You were in a rage. And the brakes failed. That caused the accident.” “Rage? Brakes failed? Why was I so angry?”

At this point I was a bit scared, knowing that any slight touch would definitely warrant the cost of my life. "You all should stay in your cars" I screamed, many thought it was the police, I loved the fact that everyone obeyed me until I got to the beginning of the traffic, and found out that it was just a little collision between a truck driver and a beautiful Lamborghini Aventador SUV, I wouldn't blame the man who blocked hundreds of people with his truck, just to exchange words with a man who knew the worth of his car and argued for it. "Separating this argument is none of my business, I've got to get home and guarantee my safety first" I sighed as I drove into the left side, heading back

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.

Please don't leave mama, please stay with me. He drive for 5 minutes and then stopped. I askdd " What happened? " He said pointing ahead " The road is jammed due to fight I think." I went off from the taxi and head to the next car " Why is the trafic jammed? " The guy said " The bus driver and car driver had a fight police tried to move the bus and all the bus drivers are on strike. " I close my with the sharp pain in my belly. I walk ahead and head to the bus driver who was busy in fighting.

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.

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!"

As we are driving along the ocean road, I notice a vehicle that's been following us for a while now. The person doesn't want to overtake yet I am in no hurry. I signal the driver to drive past us but instead, the vehicle rams into mine from behind and before I know it, it's on my right side and the driver mercilessly knocks my truck once again. One glance at Kyrah and I notice she has closed her eyes and is now screaming.