Hey everyone. I'm adding one of my short stories I wrote. Read it, let me know what you think.
I wake up and find myself laying on a stretch of road outside of a city. The city lights shine bright in my eyes and cause my head to hurt. I stand up and look around. Where am I? I can't remember anything. I tell myself that I must stop drinking. I raise my hand to my brow and its wet with sweat. I squint and out of the shadows I see a car. The shadows give the impression that the car is moving, but it isn't. The headlights are still on and are shining against the trees. I move closer to the car and see that it has been wrecked. At first glance I do not see anyone in the car. I step up closer to the car and look in. No one is there. The inside of the car is damaged quite extensively. Both airbags have been deployed and there is blood on the drivers airbag. I try to be careful, there is glass everywhere. Don't cut yourself, I whisper. There are also several bottles strewn about the car and there are more outside of the car. I can't tell, but I believe they are beer bottles. There must have been someone in the car. I slowly walk around the car and see a body. I can't even tell if the body is a male or female due to the blood and glass embedded in the body. I can't get close. I shout to the person. There is no response. I shout again and again, nothing. I know I have a cell but can't seem to find it. Oh, how my head hurts, I have to stop drinking. I know the only way only to get help is to walk into town. Or is there another way. I had to get out here somehow. Did I drive? Walk? I can't recall. I squat down on my haunches and stare at the body. I shout again, this time I think I hear something come from the body. But, no. The noise appears to be coming from the car. I listen closer and I can't believe I missed this before. It's the radio and my favorite song is playing. I resist the urge to sing along. I try to get closer to the body, but can't seem to make it. I shout again. This time not at the body but to whatever can hear me. My head begins to throb even worse. I turn and walk back to the road hoping to see a car or hell, even someone else. But no, there is no one. I sit on the cold street. The gas and oil from the vehicle flows around where I am sitting. I can't even smell the gas and oil. I touch the dark liquid and put my fingers to my nose. It's a faint smell. I can't make it out. I hear the radio playing and it's the same song, my favorite. I still resist the urge to sing along. I hear a car moving quickly down the road. It's in the distance but I can hear it. I stand up and walk to the middle of the road. It's dark, I hope they can see me. The car is moving closer and I see headlights on the trees. The car makes the curve and I am standing directly in front of the car. I jump up and down and wave. I even shout, knowing that the chances of the person in the car hearing me are slim to none. The car does not appear to slow. I step to the side of the road just in case. I don't want to end up like the body from the car. The car is almost on top of me and suddenly slams on its brakes. The man driving looks at the wrecked car and gets out. I start to walk to him but he suddenly gets back in the car and speeds off. He never saw me. Dammit! I know the only way to get help is to take off for town on foot. It's not far, maybe 6 miles. I begin to walk into town. My favorite song still playing in my head, I want to sing but resist the urge. I am probably about 4 miles outside of town when I see several cop cars and ambulances drive past me. They didn't see me either. I was too far off the road for anyone to notice. They must know about the wrecked car. I turn and begin to jog back to the scene of the accident. It seems to take me forever to get back. When I arrive the cops have the road blocked off. I stand back so I don't get in the way. I lean up against the ambulance so I can see the medical personnel tending to the body. They place the body on a gurney and begin to come my way. The cop standing near the barricade lifts the tape and the medical personnel ducks under and pushes the gurney towards the ambulance. The flashing lights bounce off the trees and worsen my headache. I'm not sure but I swear I see people standing in the trees. I rub my eyes and look again. No, my imagination. I again, touch my head to wipe the sweat from my brow. The medical personnel goes to lift the body in the back of the ambulance. The body is covered and I cannot see the person under it. A breeze begins to blow and not a typical breeze. This one is cold and seems to cut through my skin. The cops and medical guys don't seem to notice. A strong gust blows from the trees and the sheet covering the body blows off the head. There is a huge gash in the forehead and blood dried around the eyes. I glance and see the face. The face is that of a man. I can't tell but I swear that it's me. But, how can that be? I'm here talking to you. Suddenly everything goes silent and I wipe my brow again. I bring my hand down and notice my hand is covered in blood not sweat. I gasp and try to speak, but I can't hear my words. The only thing I hear is a song. My favorite song. This time I give in, this time I sing along.
bss
I wake up and find myself laying on a stretch of road outside of a city. The city lights shine bright in my eyes and cause my head to hurt. I stand up and look around. Where am I? I can't remember anything. I tell myself that I must stop drinking. I raise my hand to my brow and its wet with sweat. I squint and out of the shadows I see a car. The shadows give the impression that the car is moving, but it isn't. The headlights are still on and are shining against the trees. I move closer to the car and see that it has been wrecked. At first glance I do not see anyone in the car. I step up closer to the car and look in. No one is there. The inside of the car is damaged quite extensively. Both airbags have been deployed and there is blood on the drivers airbag. I try to be careful, there is glass everywhere. Don't cut yourself, I whisper. There are also several bottles strewn about the car and there are more outside of the car. I can't tell, but I believe they are beer bottles. There must have been someone in the car. I slowly walk around the car and see a body. I can't even tell if the body is a male or female due to the blood and glass embedded in the body. I can't get close. I shout to the person. There is no response. I shout again and again, nothing. I know I have a cell but can't seem to find it. Oh, how my head hurts, I have to stop drinking. I know the only way only to get help is to walk into town. Or is there another way. I had to get out here somehow. Did I drive? Walk? I can't recall. I squat down on my haunches and stare at the body. I shout again, this time I think I hear something come from the body. But, no. The noise appears to be coming from the car. I listen closer and I can't believe I missed this before. It's the radio and my favorite song is playing. I resist the urge to sing along. I try to get closer to the body, but can't seem to make it. I shout again. This time not at the body but to whatever can hear me. My head begins to throb even worse. I turn and walk back to the road hoping to see a car or hell, even someone else. But no, there is no one. I sit on the cold street. The gas and oil from the vehicle flows around where I am sitting. I can't even smell the gas and oil. I touch the dark liquid and put my fingers to my nose. It's a faint smell. I can't make it out. I hear the radio playing and it's the same song, my favorite. I still resist the urge to sing along. I hear a car moving quickly down the road. It's in the distance but I can hear it. I stand up and walk to the middle of the road. It's dark, I hope they can see me. The car is moving closer and I see headlights on the trees. The car makes the curve and I am standing directly in front of the car. I jump up and down and wave. I even shout, knowing that the chances of the person in the car hearing me are slim to none. The car does not appear to slow. I step to the side of the road just in case. I don't want to end up like the body from the car. The car is almost on top of me and suddenly slams on its brakes. The man driving looks at the wrecked car and gets out. I start to walk to him but he suddenly gets back in the car and speeds off. He never saw me. Dammit! I know the only way to get help is to take off for town on foot. It's not far, maybe 6 miles. I begin to walk into town. My favorite song still playing in my head, I want to sing but resist the urge. I am probably about 4 miles outside of town when I see several cop cars and ambulances drive past me. They didn't see me either. I was too far off the road for anyone to notice. They must know about the wrecked car. I turn and begin to jog back to the scene of the accident. It seems to take me forever to get back. When I arrive the cops have the road blocked off. I stand back so I don't get in the way. I lean up against the ambulance so I can see the medical personnel tending to the body. They place the body on a gurney and begin to come my way. The cop standing near the barricade lifts the tape and the medical personnel ducks under and pushes the gurney towards the ambulance. The flashing lights bounce off the trees and worsen my headache. I'm not sure but I swear I see people standing in the trees. I rub my eyes and look again. No, my imagination. I again, touch my head to wipe the sweat from my brow. The medical personnel goes to lift the body in the back of the ambulance. The body is covered and I cannot see the person under it. A breeze begins to blow and not a typical breeze. This one is cold and seems to cut through my skin. The cops and medical guys don't seem to notice. A strong gust blows from the trees and the sheet covering the body blows off the head. There is a huge gash in the forehead and blood dried around the eyes. I glance and see the face. The face is that of a man. I can't tell but I swear that it's me. But, how can that be? I'm here talking to you. Suddenly everything goes silent and I wipe my brow again. I bring my hand down and notice my hand is covered in blood not sweat. I gasp and try to speak, but I can't hear my words. The only thing I hear is a song. My favorite song. This time I give in, this time I sing along.
bss
sdchick:
you look good! whacha'talkin'bout?? 