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"I know you want to hear about the crash, I can see the questions in your brain as if they were cartoon birds flying around your skull. The thing is, there is the before, the slick road and the belief everything would be okay and the after, when I walked away from what many don't. It's as if it happened to someone else, if I'm honest, or perhaps as if I saw it in a movie one time. It was noise, mangled metal, and injuries that are healed up already."

General

The moment the car hit the trees, I assumed I was dead. Then I kept waking and waking. I liked to be unconscious rather than awake. Because when I was awake I could taste the coppery blood pooling in my mouth. I could feel it grazing my teeth and soaking my tongue. I felt the aching and cracks in my bones. Each crack felt like rocks were burrowing into my skin. I sucked in cramped air, feeling my lungs caving in on themselves. I saw the spots in the corners of my vision, making my head feel like the only thing inside of it was static. I heard a buzzing noise, filling my ears. I felt like I was there for hours, fading and waking and fading and waking. My agony was the only thing keeping me alive. It was the only thing I could feel anymore. That's when I died.

By dev, April 30, 2016.
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I sat there screaming, glued to the wheel of my wrecked car. Screaming at my wheel, at myself, at my mum beside me; most importantly I was screaming at the idiot driver that had crashed into my car. My mum, calm as ever, directed me out and stopped my screaming. The exterior of my car was even worse than I had thought it might have been, and I took no responsibility for the mess that had been created. The woman got out of her car, apologizing casually as I did my best to be nice while she stood there in her ridiculously high heels telling me about how she had been out drinking the night before, trying to convince me, unsuccessfully, that she was on her way to work. I took photos of the scrap formerly known as my car, knowing that it could never be salvaged, and reminded myself to be thankful that I was alive to take the photos.

By addymay007, August 11, 2016.
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At the big chicane, the Ferrari, Porsche, and GTR are neck and neck. Eric takes the outside, allowing some room between the three cars. The Ferrari and GTR are coming to the end when suddenly, the Porsche underturns, taking out the Ferrari and itself. The track dips down, and the Porsche and Ferrari start to spin. Manny is stuck while the cars continue to roll and flip. Pieces of the body and windshield break off of the GTR when the Ferrari and GTR collide. Dirt is thrown everywhere. Behind Eric, the Ferrari hits the guard wall, smashing the hood. The car has flipped so many times that the driver is unconscious. Luckily, the Porsche driver suffers a few bruises, and the Ferrari driver only suffered a minor concussion. Eric’s fender is dragging, but luckily he is not too far from the pits.

By Tyler Dolinsky, October 22, 2017.
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Distance was all that mattered. Grace wasn't stopping for anything and she sure as hell wasn't taking her foot of the gas for a little rain. Sarah's eyes stayed glued to the GPS display tracking their position while the world passed in a blur of red and white lights. The hiss of the tyres over the smooth tarmac was lost under the pounding bass of their preferred get-away music. Grace leant over to turn it up. In that instant she lost the opportunity to evade a newly broken-down car without it's lights off. Even if she'd been paying attention she would have been hard pressed to make the manoeuvre. As it was she barely had time to scream before the air bags knocked her back and sideways. The car tumbled over and over into the central barrier before coming to an absolute stop. Silence; it scared Grace more than the pain. Shouldn't Sarah be moaning or calling out? She tried to move but she was pinned by the collapsing roof and the steering column. Her neck was too fragile to move...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 15, 2014.
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The car had flipped so many times that Sarah had become disorientated before she even sustained the concussion that had her drifting in and out of consciousness. She was fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in her mouth but she couldn't figure out what it was. At times her eyelids fluttered and she thought she must be at home in bed because it was so dark. Then why the cold and the sound of rain on metal? Why the pain, God, why so much pain? Then came a blue flicker, the sound of sirens, wait, police? No, not police. Then it came back to her. She was in an illegal unregulated car, she was heading to the boarder and a new life away from her Electronic Educator. She wanted to think for herself, make her own rules, write her stories freely. She struggled to free herself only to be rewarded with more pain. By now they would be live on every television set, only a CGI part where they mowed down seven elementary school children would have been edited in and her social media account hijacked.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 19, 2014.
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By 2160 driving was outlawed. The government liked it that way. Citizens got credits to travel to pre-approved destinations at pre-approved times. To show even an interest in undocumented travel was tantamount to a declaration that you were dangerous, likely a criminal. So the day David's fourteen year old son stole his clandestine 2028 ferrari it made instant news. His son's face was on every billboard, every cell phone, every social media site everywhere with the word "Terrorist" emblazoned at the top. What followed went almost as if to script, the car careened through a market killing unnamed civillans only to be chased down by armoured helicopter. The cameras zoomed in to show a spiked bollard rise from the previously smooth road and the beautiful red chassis being wrapped around it, creased and ripped as easily as brown paper. The violent bang of metal was deafening, as if the volume of every device had been remotely increased. It was as professional as any CGI movie...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 19, 2014.
Psychological

At the last second, I jumped. My body hit the hood of the car and I screamed. My bones and muscles and joints and organs felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. My lungs contracted with such force that I was afraid they would fold into themselves. My torso and head smashed up against the windshield while my arms and legs were flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the forward movement my body was going. The world must have kept flickering its figurative light switch because my vision kept flashing from bitter darkness to blinding white light. The only sound that filled my ears was the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackles of my bones. Then suddenly, everything became light. I was flying through the air, my broken body almost limp from the impact that occurred nanoseconds before.

By kcoolman, June 9, 2015.
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My body jerked to the dashboard, my forehead colliding with the window. Steam rose from the back, the smell too intense for words. I tried to take off my seat belt to help Branston, who was in much more pain than I was, but I was unsuccessful. The windows were smashed, the truck doing more damage than ever.

By aria, December 18, 2014.
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His Jeep swerved, out of control. The two on-coming cars tried to avoid it - and failed. Both of them hit in a three-way head-on collision. There was an explosion, a ball of flame and a fist of gray smoke...A moment later there was another explosion. The third car had been travelling too fast. It plowed into the burning wrecks, flipped over and continued, screeching along the runway on it's back before it too burst into flames.

By hiccup, May 6, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Stormbreaker, authored by Anthony Horowitz.

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The crash seemed to take for ever; as adrenaline coarse through my system. I could see there was no hope. My SUV was hydroplaning into a semi-truck. I couldn't do anything as my car was skimming along the surface of the water. Braking wouldn't help it was like falling off a cliff just enough time to regret what you did that day but not enough time for anyone to help you or try to faction a parachute from your clothes. In this case there wasn't a thing I could accelerating, breaking, hand-breaking, and I was going to fast to jump out of my car. I was trapped in a steel prison. As the front of the car hit the truck, I suddenly hated inertia. My body was flung forwards my face hit the air bag, my nose crumpled and broke. All I could do was hope for the best...

By magmabuzz, June 11, 2015.
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The car rolled over, lights swirled like crazy catherine-wheels and the noise of the metal being bashed over the concrete was almost deafening. The seatbelt tugged on my skin with every lurch and the air bag was already deflating. When everything stopped there was only the sound of the rain on the underbelly of the car for so long... then sirens... help...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2015.