It's not that Jason's a bad driver. He's great. Maybe not awesome, but he's decent behind the wheel. It's simply that the road was frozen over. Jason'd taken the turn off the freeway, the same one he'd taken a million times. Only this time, his car skidded off the road into the lake.
I screamed as the plummeted into the freezing water.
The car started filling up immediately, and try as we might, the doors and windows wouldn't budge.
The water reached above our heads. Jason handed me a container of compressed air for filling flat tires. It's not exactly recommended to breathe compressed air, but not breathing any air is less recommended.
It felt like hours that we traded nearly useless puffs of plasticky air, but in reality it was probably less than five minutes until the bottle was nearly empty.
We both knew there wasn't enough or left for us both.
Jason pushed the canister to me, and I pushed it back to him. I didn't want to know that I might maybe survive if it was at the cost of Jason drowning in Lake Mathilda. He pushed it back to me again, a pleading in his eyes. I took the canister and sadly smiled at Jason, memorizing every detail of his face.
I pressed down on the trigger, releasing the last trickle of air. It floated away as bubbles up to the ceiling of the car. Jason's mouth opened in shock.
I clasped his hand in mine, and together we fell out of the world.
{I realize I promised you more Nate, but I can't think of anything at this moment. This was a short story laying around my short story folder on my iPod}
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Showing posts with label a very short story. Show all posts
Lady Elisabeth Presents: Flashlight Mystery Night
"Goodnight Lily," her parents said, tucking her into bed.
"Goodnight Mom. Goodnight Dad. I'll see you tomorrow," She said back as the door closed behind them.
She closed her eyes and smiled as their steps faded away down the stairs. Soon she could hear the tv sounds floating up from the living room.
She couldn't tell what they were watching, but that wasn't important.
Lily had a murder to solve.
She snatched up her flashlight and flicked it on.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out the book. She ran her hands along the cover lovingly. It was so special.
Lily flipped it open to the page where she'd left off, somewhat nervously. They had been stuck in quite the situation last night, and Lily was excited to see what happened next.
She started reading, devouring the pages, eagerly running through the night alongside Holmes and Watson, trying her hardest to follow along. She never could.
That was fine though, neither did Watson (although he was always more surprised than Lily when he found Holmes in such strange places).
She flipped the next page, reading furiously, and before she knew it, she screamed out, "RUN! It's the murderer!"
Lily clapped her hands over her mouth. All was quiet. Silently, she slid the book back under her pillow, clicked her flashlight off, and snuggled up into her soft, warm blanket. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming the whole night through about her next flashlight mystery night.
"Goodnight Mom. Goodnight Dad. I'll see you tomorrow," She said back as the door closed behind them.
She closed her eyes and smiled as their steps faded away down the stairs. Soon she could hear the tv sounds floating up from the living room.
She couldn't tell what they were watching, but that wasn't important.
Lily had a murder to solve.
She snatched up her flashlight and flicked it on.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out the book. She ran her hands along the cover lovingly. It was so special.
Lily flipped it open to the page where she'd left off, somewhat nervously. They had been stuck in quite the situation last night, and Lily was excited to see what happened next.
She started reading, devouring the pages, eagerly running through the night alongside Holmes and Watson, trying her hardest to follow along. She never could.
That was fine though, neither did Watson (although he was always more surprised than Lily when he found Holmes in such strange places).
She flipped the next page, reading furiously, and before she knew it, she screamed out, "RUN! It's the murderer!"
Lily clapped her hands over her mouth. All was quiet. Silently, she slid the book back under her pillow, clicked her flashlight off, and snuggled up into her soft, warm blanket. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming the whole night through about her next flashlight mystery night.
A fish
Here is a very strange story I found archived in my 750words.com account. I used a random word from the WordWeb (free* downloadable dictionary with random word feature. Best dictionary program I've ever found) and started writing.
The pacific halibut lay on the plate. It had been roasted over a small fire, rolled in toasted crumbs and butter, and expertly scaled. Columbia couldn't stand it. Its eyes stared up at her. It seemed to reproach her for eating it. "I had a life," the eyes seemed to say, "It may have been in a fish farm, a crappy life, but I had a life. And you took it from me. I think that's pretty rotten of you. I can't believe that you would do that." Columbia wondered if the fish had had a family. Maybe he had had a wife, children, and a whole swarm of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Including crazy Aunty May who sticks her fork in the sweet potatoes and starts talking to it. "Madame," said a voice. It was Columbia's waiter. The waiter dumped a mound of wild rice over the fish. "I'm sorry this was late, Madame," said the waiter, "I sincerely apologize. The rice cooker caught fire. I got your rice as soon as I could." Columbia looked where the kitchen was. The frosted glass looked slightly orange and there were some shrieks coming from inside. "Is the fire out?" she asked hesitantly. "Not yet, Madame," said the waiter, "They are still working on that. Please, I beg you, dig in." Columbia turned back to her fish. Now the eyes were covered. The feeling of eating something that had had a crazy Aunty May disappeared. Columbia took her fork and knife and dug in.
Reading this over, I can see how I never showed it to anyone. It's pretty weird. Expect more like it.
Potato
*Free for 30 days. Then you have to tell it how many flights you take a year. More than 1-2, and it makes you pay $19 to keep using it. If you click 1-2, you get to keep using it for free forevah.
The pacific halibut lay on the plate. It had been roasted over a small fire, rolled in toasted crumbs and butter, and expertly scaled. Columbia couldn't stand it. Its eyes stared up at her. It seemed to reproach her for eating it. "I had a life," the eyes seemed to say, "It may have been in a fish farm, a crappy life, but I had a life. And you took it from me. I think that's pretty rotten of you. I can't believe that you would do that." Columbia wondered if the fish had had a family. Maybe he had had a wife, children, and a whole swarm of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Including crazy Aunty May who sticks her fork in the sweet potatoes and starts talking to it. "Madame," said a voice. It was Columbia's waiter. The waiter dumped a mound of wild rice over the fish. "I'm sorry this was late, Madame," said the waiter, "I sincerely apologize. The rice cooker caught fire. I got your rice as soon as I could." Columbia looked where the kitchen was. The frosted glass looked slightly orange and there were some shrieks coming from inside. "Is the fire out?" she asked hesitantly. "Not yet, Madame," said the waiter, "They are still working on that. Please, I beg you, dig in." Columbia turned back to her fish. Now the eyes were covered. The feeling of eating something that had had a crazy Aunty May disappeared. Columbia took her fork and knife and dug in.
Reading this over, I can see how I never showed it to anyone. It's pretty weird. Expect more like it.
Potato
*Free for 30 days. Then you have to tell it how many flights you take a year. More than 1-2, and it makes you pay $19 to keep using it. If you click 1-2, you get to keep using it for free forevah.
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