Just keep on driving

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You just keep driving and don’t give the man a second thought. You pick up speed, you're almost close to the beach and you can’t wait to soak up some rays. Whizzing round the bending roads you sing along to the radio. Turning the next bend sharply, another car swerves around the corner at the same time from the opposite direction the other car has lost control and is all over the road. You try to slam the brakes And try to swerve to the side. But it’s too late. both cars smash into each other at high speed. The last thing you see in the other car driving straight into. The crash is fatal for both drivers. You die in an accident. The end!
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The sun glares off the windshield as you press the accelerator harder, the ocean breeze already teasing your nostrils through the cracked window. The man you passed miles ago—hitchhiker, maybe?—is long forgotten in the rearview mirror. Your favorite song blares, fingers drumming the wheel as you take the coastal curves faster than you should.
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Almost there. Almost to that stretch of sand where the water’s so clear it hurts to look at. You lean into the next bend, tires gripping just enough—until headlights explode into your vision. A pickup, fishtailing wildly, taking up both lanes. Your foot jams the brake. The wheel wrenches left. Glass shatters. Metal screams.
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Your car flips once, twice, spinning toward the cliff’s edge. The last thing you taste is blood. The last thing you hear is the radio still playing.  
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Then nothing. 
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You died.  
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The end.

Current revision as of 20:57, 3 February 2026

The sun glares off the windshield as you press the accelerator harder, the ocean breeze already teasing your nostrils through the cracked window. The man you passed miles ago—hitchhiker, maybe?—is long forgotten in the rearview mirror. Your favorite song blares, fingers drumming the wheel as you take the coastal curves faster than you should.

Almost there. Almost to that stretch of sand where the water’s so clear it hurts to look at. You lean into the next bend, tires gripping just enough—until headlights explode into your vision. A pickup, fishtailing wildly, taking up both lanes. Your foot jams the brake. The wheel wrenches left. Glass shatters. Metal screams.

Your car flips once, twice, spinning toward the cliff’s edge. The last thing you taste is blood. The last thing you hear is the radio still playing.

Then nothing.


You died.

The end.

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