Jessie: I spotted this while out jogging with my son one Saturday morning. Add your own opening line to start this story!
Edith/Maddie: Ma – I specifically instructed Honeyboo to let that car slide straight into the quarry. What all’s gonna happen when ol’ Officer Buck finds a body in the front seat? Jolene – They won’t, Mama. I dug it a good deep woodland grave.
Sherry: I’d seen a lot of crime scenes in the ten years since I’d become a state trooper, but none of them hit me like this one did. I remember the day grandpa drove off in that car when I was twelve. He never came home. Maybe now I’d finally get some answers.
Barb: I gave up trying to steer or brake. The car went airborn, flying through the trees, branches clawing at the windows. Time slowed and stretched. My eyes stayed stubbornly open until the moment when the metal screamed and then…
Jessie: I looked and I looked but I just could not remember where I left my car.
Julie: Damn GPS.
Readers: Add your own opening line!
Somehow, Barkus slipped his collar and took off through the trees. I chased after him until I tripped over a root and fell headlong into a gulley, landing on top of a rusted out old car. I found myself staring into the hollow eyes of a skeleton.
I love this, Dee!
“Damn GPS!” Oh, that’s wonderful.
It made me laugh out loud!
“Aliens. It had to be aliens.” I knew no one would buy that explanation, but how else could a car get here in the middle of nowhere. Sadly, I knew it was going to be my job to figure out what really happened.
I felt like it was Monday crossed with Friday the 13th.
I love it, Mark !
Shaking my throbbing head, I tried to sit up and silence, all I could hear was some bird in the tree limbs above me…wait a minute, the last thing I remember is a voice saying “Turn left now!”
(Couldn’t help myself, Julie…your “Damn GPS” got me to thinking….;) )
Finally, a safe parking space. Now if only it weren’t for the freshly dug grave and an old car seat as a viewing platform.
I love that!
HAD to have been a time warp. Dang trees don’t grow that fast!
It had been decades since the Arc reactivated Optimus Prime and the Transformers. Camouflage and strategy were the keys for maintaining our presence on earth. Little did I know at the time, that the Ford Fairlane I chose for a model had no mechanical means of stopping. So, here have I languished, nestled within the wooded sanctuary they call Mother Nature – a wounded warrior unable to join my fellows in their cause…. Until now. Code name: Crack Up.
I love this!
Okay, the boat sank just after midnight. And then the train derailed just before 4:00 A.M. Just as the dawn sun hit the rim of the Earth, the helicopter crashed a hundred yards in front of me. And you’re worried about the car?
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