My problem is I get these good ideas and then as I continue to put things on paper, I write myself into a bore. What I mean is, I am so eager to get to certain places in the story that the stuff in between is dull and uninteresting. I apologize if you this story is no exception. Heres the next part of chapter 1. It's too short. But I just needed to post something. Sorry to my one reader for the dry spell.
In the confines of the city limits I was bound by law to keep my speeds to a minimum. Once I got to the dark, empty ocuntry roads outside town I was free to let loose. I accelerated to barely acceptable speeds when I was out here and tonight was no different. I clutched the steering wheel hard and flipped on my brights. The wind swept over me through the open windows, seeping into my pores. I took deep gulps of the air, as if I had been drowning back in the glare of the city lights and my head had only just broken the surface. I let my mind free out here. I thought of nothing. Not Chris, not my empty apartment, not the inevitable life that rolled out in front of me. Out here, no one cared, no one knew, no one existed but me.
No one except the car coming from the other direction. Too fast, brights blaring, and on the wrong side of the road. It seemed that it took my mind hours before comprehension reared it's terrified head, even with the blaring of horns and the squealing of tires. But eventually a flare of adrenaline and fear jolted me into reality and I jerked my wheel to the left in an attempt to make it to the other lane before I collided with the car. Everything seemed to slow then. The turning of my car, the speed of the other vehicle. The wind even seemed to stop whipping around my face. I was so sure that I was going to avoid and impact and maybe just get stuck in a ditch. No problem. I had already begun to let my breath out when a wrenching jolt sent my car wheeling. Everything exploded. I wash spinning out of control. I slammed on my breaks, ears ringing, and waited for the spinning to stop. It did when my car flipped into the ditch on the side of the road. I felt a searing pain somewhere on my head and quickly lost all sense of awareness.
In the confines of the city limits I was bound by law to keep my speeds to a minimum. Once I got to the dark, empty ocuntry roads outside town I was free to let loose. I accelerated to barely acceptable speeds when I was out here and tonight was no different. I clutched the steering wheel hard and flipped on my brights. The wind swept over me through the open windows, seeping into my pores. I took deep gulps of the air, as if I had been drowning back in the glare of the city lights and my head had only just broken the surface. I let my mind free out here. I thought of nothing. Not Chris, not my empty apartment, not the inevitable life that rolled out in front of me. Out here, no one cared, no one knew, no one existed but me.
No one except the car coming from the other direction. Too fast, brights blaring, and on the wrong side of the road. It seemed that it took my mind hours before comprehension reared it's terrified head, even with the blaring of horns and the squealing of tires. But eventually a flare of adrenaline and fear jolted me into reality and I jerked my wheel to the left in an attempt to make it to the other lane before I collided with the car. Everything seemed to slow then. The turning of my car, the speed of the other vehicle. The wind even seemed to stop whipping around my face. I was so sure that I was going to avoid and impact and maybe just get stuck in a ditch. No problem. I had already begun to let my breath out when a wrenching jolt sent my car wheeling. Everything exploded. I wash spinning out of control. I slammed on my breaks, ears ringing, and waited for the spinning to stop. It did when my car flipped into the ditch on the side of the road. I felt a searing pain somewhere on my head and quickly lost all sense of awareness.
