Spy Car

It was supposed to be fun, instead it turned into an accident. A game of chicken: two cars racing towards each other at full speed. Only the chicken would turn away first, and I wasn’t going to be it. Bobby wasn’t either. As we approached Bobby got too close and looked like I was gonna be blown to smithereens. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. When I opened them I thought I was hallucinating. Bobby’s car was gone, as if it had vanished into thin air. All of a sudden bullets sprayed my car but my car had aint bullet deflectors. The bullets bounced back and blew Bobby up. British spies can be real pranksters!

Sand (fantasy)

The sandstorm ahead of me kicked up a notch, spitting out more and more blinding sand. I knew I wasn't going to make it through, but something kept me going, something lead me to this point. I took my final step forward and collapse; I shall remain here, a sand statue.

Fantasy

It was Wednesday, August 5th and everything was done. I couldn't wait to present and I felt confident with all that I'd achieved during the term. I knew my instructors would be impressed. Sitting across from Ginny Dixon, I'd never felt more prepared in my entire life. "I don't need to tell you what your grade is" she proclaimed with a grin on her face "you're my best student by far." My photographs were magnificent.

Car Fantasy

It was supposed to be fun, instead it turned into an accident. A game of chicken: two cars racing towards each other at full speed. Only the chicken would turn away first, and I wasn’t going to be it. Bobby wasn’t either. As we approached Bobby got too close and looked like I was gonna be blown to smithereens. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. When I opened them I thought I was hallucinating. I was in the land of Oz and all these small ass munchkin duded were singing some falalala bull shit. Ugh, I wish I was dead, this sucks!

Car - Comedy

It was supposed to be fun, instead it turned into an accident. A game of chicken: two cars racing towards each other at full speed. Only the chicken would turn away first, and I wasn’t going to be it. Bobby wasn’t either. As we approached bobby spun out and hit a 16 wheeler, the back door opened up and a pile manure landed on the car. Bobby always used to say his car was a piece of shit. Now it is.

Car Horror

It was supposed to be fun, instead it turned into an accident. A game of chicken: two cars racing towards each other at full speed. Only the chicken would turn away first, and I wasn’t going to be it. Bobby wasn’t either. His guts were smeared all over my front fender. That was a week ago. I stood in the dealership parking lot to pick it up. It looked shiny new, as if the whole thing had never happened. I drove off, red light ahead. I try to break but the car won’t stop. I look in the mirror to see if any cars are behind me. Instead I see Bobby. He smiles, his half eaten away face exposing his jaw underneath as he pulls my head back and strangles to an explosive death. We shall meet again soon.

The bridge (action)

I could feel the bridge crumbling beneath my hands and knees. The cement and iron grew ever weaker around me and was beginning to tilt forward, deeper into the earth. I tried to slow my crawl, but I could feel my hands sliding forward, gliding over the rubble scattered tarmac.

After life

My hands slip inch by inch as the life slowly fades out of me. The light grows stronger as I witness myself glide effortlessly through the galaxy within a fraction of a moment, a thrill ride through the never ending cosmos. To live in the hearts we leave behind is to never die.

Greatness

The photon commenced its journey when the universe was only millions of years old; it has been traveling for billions of years at the same speed. It has witnessed countless civilisations rise and fall. It has seen unimaginable worlds of fire and ice. The light ends its journey in the sparkle of my eyes as I gaze upon the night sky.

A Very Vermin Lunch (Romance/Comedy)

Sally and Simon found themselves in a restaurant for the second time this week. Sally eyes locked on Simons as his words flowed from his succulent lips like a jar of honey being poured over fresh white bread. Simon signalled to the duck on the menu as his main. Sally slapped him and left. She did not believe in pesticide.  Sally and Simon were both pigeons.

Prince of the Galtin Ranges (Fantasy/Comedy)

The vicious dragon growled as Salon, Prince of the Galtin Ranges, approached the cave. He was a brave prince. Fearless. Won man battles. But every day Salon would return to the kingdom without any dragon blood on his hands. Roomers from the town spread about why Salon had not tamed the dragon already. They whispered that perhaps he was too scared. Instead, the dragon just made very good company for watching movies.