Splice.A Story by NathanielAlexanderSplice is the first short story I ever wrote. It takes place in the English countryside in the dead of night and joins our protagonist as he drives down a narrow country road.
Splice
The dead of night. A solitary grey car makes its way down a long country road, it's headlights the only source of light for miles around. Inside the car, the driver sits with one hand on the wheel, the other supported by his elbow and rested on the window ledge. 'It's been a good night' he whispered to himself, 'the first in a while'. Despite this, upon turning the cars mirror toward his face, he was the picture of a man broken and defeated. His pale face struck a ghostly presence to anyone who may drive past and peer into the windscreen that approached. Weary and drained from a long day and even longer night, he wound down the driver side window and stuck his head out of the window to let the wind rush through his face like an excited family dog on a long car journey. His head remained out of the window for what seemed an eternity, he closed his eyes and let all cares in the world go, only to suddenly jolt back into the car as it almost careered into a large hedgerow. The man chuckled almost sadistically to himself. 'That was a close one, someone must be looking after me'. It is safe to say the man who had put his head out of the window was not the man who now sat in the drivers seat. From the passenger seat of the car a stern and worried voice yelled 'watch what you're doing for God's sake!' 'Do you want to get us killed?' The driver paid no attention to the passenger seat, placed both hands on the wheel and lightly pressed the accelerator, as the speedometer rose ever increasingly, the rye smile on the drivers face grew larger. A voice from the drivers side rear seat exclaimed 'Yes! Now this is what I'm talking about, some adventure, a thrill for once, go faster!' The driver nodded and pressed his foot down even further on the accelerator. As it reached 60, then 70 then 75 miles an hour, the narrow country roads began to shoot past the windows at a great pace. 'Stop the damn car', screamed the voice passenger side. The driver paid no attention and continued to hurtle down the thin road. 'I....I don't think you sh..should be doing this, exclaimed a voice from the back of the car, 'it's just, it's just, we could crash!' The driver shrugged the voice off like an annoying fly and maintained speed, hurtling past the hedgerows, sending loose branches sprawling across the road behind the road behind the car. As signs for a corner approached the driver reluctantly hit the brake, and the smile on his face lessened, but once round the corner the evil grin returned and he slammed his foot into the accelerator. 'That's the last time I do that' he whispered. 'What did you say?' Hollered the voice from the passenger side. 'Wh...what did he say?' 'He's not going to break again when we get to a corner, he's gone insane!' 'Go on, carry on, this is incredible, I know you've not felt like this for years, man' 'Please... Pl.. Please slow down, this isn't right, it isn't, we could die' 'He doesn't know what he's doing, this is madness' 'SHUT UP all of you', the driver manically screamed' 'This is my car, my life, don't try and tell me what to do'. The car began to scrape along the stone wall as his ranting took his mind off of the road, he quickly maintained control. The driver tightened his grip on the wheel, the sweat began to drip slowly from his brow, he shifted gears and increased his speed further' 'It's my life, my choice' he whispered. 'it's my life, my choice, it's my life, my choice' he repeated, each time it got progressively louder and louder until it was a roaring shout from within the car' 'ITS MY LIFE, MY CHOICE' 'Look at the damn road you fool, we're gonna die' 'Stop, st..stop the car' 'No, go on, go on, do it!' 'don't listen to him, stop the car you madman... STOP, the corner, we're gonna cra.....' 'This is unit 330 reporting, we've recovered the vehicle, driver dead at the scene, no sign of any other passengers or casualties' Have you found anything else in the wreck Jones? 'There's a strong smell of alcohol in the vehicle sir, but no weapons, drugs or bottles.' 'Ok, Jones, secure the scene and wait for the ambulance, I'll find details on the family. Poor guy must have been hammered and lost control, nasty way to go'... © 2016 NathanielAlexanderAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 3, 2016 Last Updated on September 3, 2016 AuthorNathanielAlexanderNottingham, Nottinghamshire, United KingdomAboutHi guys, I'm Nathaniel Alexander! I'm a 21 year old postgrad student from Nottingham. I've always desperately wanted to write my own short stories and books and have only just got around to producing.. more..Writing
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