Okay,I'm doing a one-shot. Credits below... --- In the space of twenty seconds, four lives were extinguished, like candle flames snuffed out. In twenty seconds, a brand new car was turned into scrap metal. In twenty seconds, my life was turned upside down, inside out and any other way you can think of. The silence. That came first. A desperate shout, from my father in the driver's seat and then nothing. As if a mute button had been pressed, all sounds simply vanished. But with the lack of sound came a surprising enhancement on every other sense. My nostrils were filled with the sulphurous stench of burning rubber as both our car and the truck coming directly towards us desperately slammed on their brakes. And then, everything slowed down, every minute detail imposed in my mind. My parents’ mouths opened, uttering words unheard by me. I saw the fear in my parents’ faces. In my siblings’ eyes, I saw how terrified they were, even my Iittlest sister. At only two, she could not possibly comprehend what was happening. However, looking into those hazel eyes, I could have sworn she knew exactly what was happening. My head was whipped round by the swerve of our car, swerving almost far enough to get out of the truck’s path. Unfortunately, almost wasn't good enough. I was blinded as the harsh headlights flared in my vision and my eyes squinted from the glare. Mere seconds of white passed before I could see again, before it happened, before time sped up in an almost unnatural way. The jarring shudder as the truck slammed into the car’s side. The steel crumpling like a flimsy piece of paper tossed away nonchalantly, crumpling in on itself, its door mutated by the impact. And then, we were airborne. The car zipped through the air and the air rushed through the gaps in the ruined metal. At that moment, my mind finally processed the reality of what was happening, and a scream built up in my throat. But for some unknown reason, it stayed there. I was silenced by my own fear. But through my own silence, sound returned to my world, and I was almost overwhelmed with the noise: the screams of my family as they tried in vain to shield their faces from the impact that followed. There were so many different sounds, but I could somehow differentiate between them all. The sudden crash of the car landing on the other side of the road, the sickening crunch as the side of the car collapsed against the solid tarmac. I heard the windows shatter as they imploded. Shards of glass embedded themselves in my face. As the car crashed to the ground, the airbags in the front ballooned to their full size. And as my parents were flung forward by the momentum of the crash, so was I. But whilst they were cushioned by the airbags, I was not. The seatbelt I was wearing dug into my abdomen as I was hurled forward, my head impacting with the chair in front. And like that my vision began to go, a black haze filled my eyesight gradually covering up all I could see. I could not make a sound, nor could I move any part of myself. But even then, I could still consciously make out the noises of the destruction around me. The gasps of my family, or what was left of it ... I could tell by the panic in my mother's voice that something was wrong with my siblings, and in turn, my father. Her attention turned to me, calling my name frantically, in desperation. And I tried, oh I tried, to respond in some way. But no matter what I did, no sound came out. I willed my throat to release the words that seemed trapped there. I urged myself to find the power somehow, to move even just a single muscle to ease her suffering. But nothing happened. I continued to lie there unmoving, unseeing. But listening and smelling. I could hear my mother's frantic calls dissolved into tears, and in turn to frenzied howls. It seemed almost inhuman how she cried, how she screamed and sobbed. And I heard as the car was approached by bypassers and witnesses. Fervently willing my mother to let them help, but she would not. And so it was by force I assumed that my mother was pulled from car and to safety. It was only after the voices faded to inaudible murmurs, travelling further away from the car, that I noticed the scent that hung in the air, a scent I had previously failed to detect. Gasoline. It was too powerful. It then dawned on me why those people had been so desperate to remove my mother from the car. With that realisation, a new form of panic stepped in. I could feel the rising heat around me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the flames reached the fuel tank. And yet, I still could not move, trapped by my own mind and body. As the fIames travelled through the car, they flared up against my skin, causing deep welts of searing pain. Milliseconds passed and then, a loud blast sounded. The flames erupted and I felt no more. --- Adapted from http://www.wattpad.com/1430793-crash --- You like? Forgive me if there's any errors...
No,my teacher posted it on our class blog,and I copied it from there. I posted a link...with an accidental wrong size
It reads 'Adapted from *link*' I actually dunno the link. Just directly copied...and I edited one grammar mistake I found. Lawl
Thanks! I found many more short stories which I love but the website somehow won't let me copy them...