Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.
H Trope: Afterlife
Express http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AfterlifeExpress
Current Event: http://list25.com/25-most-dangerous-roads-in-the-world/
Fernanda Rabten
shivered in the fog of deep night, the damp cold penetrating through her nylon
jacket.
Yeshi Uehara
said, his voice hoarse in the cold, “Did you see that coming?”
“See what?”
“The car. It was heading straight at us.”
“What do you
mean?”
“The car. You
were driving.”
“I wasn’t...”
Fernanda began.
Headlights
appeared in the distance as the sound of a high horsepower engine muttered,
rolling toward them like miniature thunder. Yeshi said, “I think we’re dead.”
“What?” Fernanda exclaimed. The sound of the engine grew, the headlights sharpened. “We have to run!” She turned and started down the incline and suddenly stopped.
Yeshi tried to
follow but found that his feet would not move. Fernanda was returning to the
shoulder of the road in jerky motions, as if she were being manipulated, pulled
to stop beside Yeshi.
“Stop that!” she
screamed at him, swinging wildly. “We’re not dead!”
Yeshi squeezed his eyes shut, unable to back away or run into the road – the highway.
The roar of the
engine grew until the headlights were bright as twin suns, and the shadows of
the two humans stood behind them like holes in the road.
Like the prow of
a yacht, a silver grill coalesced out of the fog, pushing it aside to be followed
by a car so black it seemed to soak up what dim light dripped from the dark
gray sky.
“We can’t...”
Fernanda whispered.
The car was so
long that the rear wheels were invisible. Feet suddenly released from the
ground, Yeshi slammed the open passenger door and went to a door farther back. “This
is a limo. We don’t have to ride up in front with the chauffer!”
He reached for
the door and opened it to find that he was looking into the passenger side
door. “What?” he exclaimed. He looked back along the side of the car. He slammed
the passenger door and stalked to the
rear compartment door, reached and jerked it open again.
He was standing
at the passenger seat at the front of the limo. This time he looked back at
Fernanda. She was leaning away from him. “I can’t move my feet,” she whispered.
He looked into the limo, leaned down to see the chauffer.
There was
nothing there – not exactly. He stared hard and suddenly found he couldn’t
breathe and heard a hollow voice say, “You and your friend. Get in.”
When he looked
in again, she was bouncing on the seat, looking at the chauffer then back at
him. She said, “Yeshi, this is my old next-door-neighbor! He was old when I met
him and he had this old car…” she kept on while Yeshi was drawn into the car
though he tried to step back. He squirmed, struggling and felt the invisible
bond holding him begin to slip.
Fernanda spun
then and lunged, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. She screamed, “You’re
coming with me whether you want to or not!”
Yeshi staggered backward, shouting, “But what if I’m not dead yet?” For an instant, he thought he saw the sky overhead lighten...
Names: ♀Bolivia, Tibet ; ♂ Tibet, Alaska
Image: http://videos.videopress.com/NUKzDosM/jerry-bruckheimer-intro-logo-hd_dvd.original.jpg
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