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It wasn’t an usual day, we had finished college and were walking home, as we did every day. Walking down the road from college, across to the park and then up onto my estate, it’s usually a peaceful walk – but not today. We were talking about the daily gossip as we always did. Some guy called Spencer has been suspended for the week because he told Mrs Jameson where to shove her textbook. My friend Jamie was in the middle of telling the story when he stepped out into the road opposite the park. I halted at the curb, my dad taught me to be cautious with roads from a young age. Jamie carried on walking, turning his head back as he talked to me.
I looked left and right before decided whether to step out, but saw a car approaching quickly. “Watch out!” I began to shout, but it wasn’t quick enough. It was a jeep that hit him. He didn’t just roll over the windshield like they do in the movies. He pretty much split in two on the bonnet; his legs were dragged onto the wheels and his torso stayed attached to the grill of the car. I don’t know this from the brief flicker of it I saw, but from a coroners report. Road deaths are put to number one priority if there are no murder investigations.
I didn’t get to see Jamie again. I would have run to help him at the scene but the jeep kept on going. The guy pulled into a car park a few hundred meters up the road and ran into the park. I was transfixed with terror on the curb. I knew what had happened but didn’t want to admit it to myself. I called the police and ambulance on my phone and alerted them. They were there within 10 minutes. They donned latex gloves and peeled him off the grill of the car and asked me the same questions again and again.
The car looked like something from a horror movie. I wanted to just wake up, but I couldn’t. There was blood sprayed all up the windscreen, and some yellow colour stuff which an investigator told me was bile from when his stomach popped on impact. The smell was vile, my stomach is empty from vomiting. There were about 20 men there, contained within 50 meters of yellow tape. I’ve given my statement about 11 times already, and have to go to the station tomorrow for a final statement that will go on record.
They’re going to get the guy that took Jamie’s life. They assured me. They have an ID on him from his number plate. He has had 6 months community service for drunken violence, and they think he might have been drunk at the wheel. I hope they get him, and I hope he rots in prison.
I looked left and right before decided whether to step out, but saw a car approaching quickly. “Watch out!” I began to shout, but it wasn’t quick enough. It was a jeep that hit him. He didn’t just roll over the windshield like they do in the movies. He pretty much split in two on the bonnet; his legs were dragged onto the wheels and his torso stayed attached to the grill of the car. I don’t know this from the brief flicker of it I saw, but from a coroners report. Road deaths are put to number one priority if there are no murder investigations.
I didn’t get to see Jamie again. I would have run to help him at the scene but the jeep kept on going. The guy pulled into a car park a few hundred meters up the road and ran into the park. I was transfixed with terror on the curb. I knew what had happened but didn’t want to admit it to myself. I called the police and ambulance on my phone and alerted them. They were there within 10 minutes. They donned latex gloves and peeled him off the grill of the car and asked me the same questions again and again.
The car looked like something from a horror movie. I wanted to just wake up, but I couldn’t. There was blood sprayed all up the windscreen, and some yellow colour stuff which an investigator told me was bile from when his stomach popped on impact. The smell was vile, my stomach is empty from vomiting. There were about 20 men there, contained within 50 meters of yellow tape. I’ve given my statement about 11 times already, and have to go to the station tomorrow for a final statement that will go on record.
They’re going to get the guy that took Jamie’s life. They assured me. They have an ID on him from his number plate. He has had 6 months community service for drunken violence, and they think he might have been drunk at the wheel. I hope they get him, and I hope he rots in prison.
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Hm, its a good story.
And I thought it was real.
:o)
*Sings a song about simpletons*
Hehe :o)
And I thought it was real.
:o)
*Sings a song about simpletons*
Hehe :o)
Cubist V.2 wrote:
>You set the bar very high for yourself
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> In that way, Kyz, you resemble an arrogant high-jumper.
> Indeed.
> *Nod*
See?
Me am the metaphorical genius.
>You set the bar very high for yourself
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> In that way, Kyz, you resemble an arrogant high-jumper.
> Indeed.
> *Nod*
See?
Me am the metaphorical genius.
What?
In that way, Kyz, you resemble an arrogant high-jumper.
Indeed.
*Nod*
Indeed.
*Nod*
Heh ah I see well as you say most of it is and you'd think people would be able to spot the nots by now. Ack well, anyway I agree with FFF that this isn't anything special, that's the problem when you do good things Paradox. You set the bar very high for yourself lol:P
Some of them have been real, in the past. I've had a lot of trouble at home and stuff which I have sought advice on, and people here have graciously helped. So not everything I write is ficticious - just most of it.
I'm just amazed at how many people still think Paradox's life is like a series of Emmerdale or something. NONE of his posts about death or violence have ever been real. You can tell from the creative style in which they are written but still even if you didn't notice that he always admits it's fiction when asked. Get the drift people lol:P
Darwock wrote:
> I thought we were done with people posting fiction in the 'intelligent
> discussion' forum.
Never.
To be honest, Kyz, it was pretty standard. Good, though, and emotional - but nothing revelationary.
> I thought we were done with people posting fiction in the 'intelligent
> discussion' forum.
Never.
To be honest, Kyz, it was pretty standard. Good, though, and emotional - but nothing revelationary.
O man
I will state the two things that I always do to you..
1) It is a splendid piece of well written work - not your best but good indeed that gives you a terribly vivid picture in your imagination and makes you wonder whether it is real
2) Enough of these depressing works man. There great but DEPRESSING try fitting a nice one in between splitten bodies??
I will state the two things that I always do to you..
1) It is a splendid piece of well written work - not your best but good indeed that gives you a terribly vivid picture in your imagination and makes you wonder whether it is real
2) Enough of these depressing works man. There great but DEPRESSING try fitting a nice one in between splitten bodies??
I thought we were done with people posting fiction in the 'intelligent discussion' forum.
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