Immortal (My version)
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PROLOUGE
I never used to believe in God. In fact, I guess I still don’t. And I don’t want anyone to start pommelling me with “proof” that there is God, or that I should be ashamed I don’t believe in him, because that is not why I am writing this right now. If I wanted to get a lecture on God, I would’ve gone to the nearest church.
My grandfather and I were driving to back from the movie I picked out. It was raining like madness, the wipers couldn’t wipe fast enough. It was Florida, and even in November it rained hard. My grandpa, Papa, was trying very hard to get a hold of the road, trying not to get in a crash. My mind was racing, I was afraid we were going to get in a crash. I’m a worry wart, so no one usually pays attention to what I worry about. We were on a back road, supposedly a shortcut, my body tense, Papa’s face stuck in a look of determination, when the doe darted into the road.
We still had about 4 yards before we met up with the doe, but it just stood there. 4 yards may seem like a lot of road that we could’ve stopped in, but when you are driving a car at 60 mph, the windshield fogged up from rain, you can’t see a deer that well. Papa saw the deer at the last second. Any normal person would’ve just run over the deer and gone on with their life, but my grandpa wasn’t thinking, just doing it on instinct. He tried to swerve away from the deer, to the forest where it had come from, just as the deer ran back to the forest. As I think about it now, we still killed the deer, so nothing really was gained from the experience, all lost.
Our car’s front right wheel bumped up on a rock, a big rock apparently, because we managed to flip in the air into a tree.
I never used to believe in God. In fact, I guess I still don’t. And I don’t want anyone to start pommelling me with “proof” that there is God, or that I should be ashamed I don’t believe in him, because that is not why I am writing this right now. If I wanted to get a lecture on God, I would’ve gone to the nearest church.
My grandfather and I were driving to back from the movie I picked out. It was raining like madness, the wipers couldn’t wipe fast enough. It was Florida, and even in November it rained hard. My grandpa, Papa, was trying very hard to get a hold of the road, trying not to get in a crash. My mind was racing, I was afraid we were going to get in a crash. I’m a worry wart, so no one usually pays attention to what I worry about. We were on a back road, supposedly a shortcut, my body tense, Papa’s face stuck in a look of determination, when the doe darted into the road.
We still had about 4 yards before we met up with the doe, but it just stood there. 4 yards may seem like a lot of road that we could’ve stopped in, but when you are driving a car at 60 mph, the windshield fogged up from rain, you can’t see a deer that well. Papa saw the deer at the last second. Any normal person would’ve just run over the deer and gone on with their life, but my grandpa wasn’t thinking, just doing it on instinct. He tried to swerve away from the deer, to the forest where it had come from, just as the deer ran back to the forest. As I think about it now, we still killed the deer, so nothing really was gained from the experience, all lost.
Our car’s front right wheel bumped up on a rock, a big rock apparently, because we managed to flip in the air into a tree.
6 Comments
The 2nd paragraph, well that happened to me o3o ( Not the deer part, just driving in absolutely horrifying rain.) We had to take a short-cut too, and I was scared stiff that we were going to crash.
But thank god we got home safely. ;))
Lol, it's scary :(
pretty good, nice cliffhanger
Thanks :)
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