The tires squealed on the slick road, and the rain beat down harder and harder, making it hard for TJ to see. Obviously you could tell, what with all his curses he mutters underneath his breath.
Pressing my back against the seat, I try not to worry as TJ swerves, yelling something about the crappy road.
"Maybe you should slow—"
Muffled by a scream, I'm blinded by the horrifying shock of death.
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Plot Ideas
RandomJust little snippets of a writable story I don't feel like writing. Enjoy! { image credit to @trilagy on instagram }
