The Crash By: Daniel “Uhh! I’m having the flashback again!” I can still remember everything that happened to me like yesterday. “Car!” yelled my brother. Just as I swung my head around to see what he was yelling at I realized what he meant. My whole body braced for the impact… The white car that ended it all. I can still remember that fateful afternoon that we lost our beloved car that was full of memories. Whenever I sleep I have nightmares of one of us going to the hospital. It’s a flashback that keeps replaying over and over. Each time it scares me more and more... It was a scorching summer day and the sun was beating down relentlessly on us. We were in a rustic part of Tennessee we were doing …show more content…
All the air around me seemed so stale and infected. We were going the see the Cumberland caverns in Tennessee and the drive there was extremely tedious. The rolling hills seemed to be copied and pasted for the millionth time. With no change of scenery, I felt like we were getting absolutely nowhere. What seemed like hours, days, and years was perhaps only minutes ran by and all that seemed to be happening was driving, driving and yet more driving, I don't recall anything more uneventful and indecisive than driving. My Dad’s fingers were probably about to fall of any moment now from the ride so long. Even my baby brother seemed ready to throw a temper tantrum any moment now. All of us were demoralized. None of us thought that the day could turn so chaotic and mayhemic considering the fact that at the moment, life seemed so dull.
Contemporary literature is the sharing of timeless truths that still hold relevance in our current society in a current manner. There is a saying “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the Sun.” (Ecclesiastes 1:9, n.d.). What the saying means is that anything we experience now has already been experienced and to believe that you have a fresh new idea, way of thinking, activity or anything than you are mistaken. Everything that can be thought of already has been. The story that I read during this session that reminds of this and has helped shape my view on contemporary literature is “Car Crash While Hitchhiking”, it was written by Denis Johnson. I’m going to explain how this story in
Car Accident! The world would be more beautiful if their less or few car accidents. Now a days car accidents happens daily and sometimes they leave a big scratch in the heart if it end up by a death or a serious injury. Also, many thinks they are smart enough that they wont get into a accident because of their tricks in driving but in the end they find them self in a accident.
One sunny, warm summer day, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. I was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red and white button up shirt. I had my black motorola flip phone and my black motorola 2 way radio sitting on my lap. I was listening to the fire department go on calls using my 2 way radio. There was one call that said there was a car wreck a block away from my house so my dad
Psychopharmaceutical medications is a form of drug treatment used in order to invoke a change on the mental state of the user. This form of treatment is widely used in the world of mental health in order to alleviate patients of the symptoms of the mental illness which they are suffering from. Individuals understand psychiatric medications as a form of help that they receive from their physician in order to “normalize” their lives. Often people suffering from mental illness find it hard to concentrate, keep stable relationships, maintain their personality, maintain their energy levels, etc. Psychiatric medication treatment can reduce such symptoms causing issues in their daily practices and increase a person’s ability to pursue their interests,
¨Auto Wreck¨ by Karl Shapiro describes the horrific sight, seen by a witness to an accident. The scene is being described to the reader, and being told through the visuals that had been seen. In line 15, it says, ¨We are deranged, walking among cops¨ showing that they just saw something very uneasy, and are not sure what to do about what they had just witnessed. ¨One with a bucket douches ponds of blood¨ (18). The sight was gruesome, and shocking in the streets.
I was on a plane headed to Europe when something went terribly wrong, we began a sharp descendant. A fast downhill spiral that seemed only possible to end in complete death for everyone aboard. I was not alone on the plane either, I had my twin sister and my younger sister with me. There were other people on the plane too, strangers to me and my sisters though, I had never seen them before and now I thought I would never see them again. I told my sisters to stay in their seats, I would go to the cockpit, where the flight attendants were, and try to figure out what was going on. I went up to the cockpit, more like down really, the plane was in a spiraling nose dive and gravity took me down to the cockpit faster than one needed. I slammed into the closed, hard, wooden door. The flight attendant, buckled in her little fold out chair grabbed me by the arm and tried to get me into an upright position, I was flat on my back. She pulled me up as I asked her what was going on, she told me she did not know. The door to the cockpit was locked, the
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
Even with a one hour time difference, three o’clock in the morning is never a good time to wake up to a phone call from your best friends’ mother. I will never forget the sound of her voice, scratchy and hushed from what I later learned was hours of crying, as she told me that my best friend had been in a serious car accident, caused by a drunk driver. I had no idea when I hugged her goodbye in the airport a month prior that it would be for the last time. Unfortunately, I am not alone in this experience. In 2016, a life was taken every 50 minutes by a drunk driver, totaling more than 10,000 by the end of the year.
Auto Wreck is an ominous, grim, and disturbing poem written by Karl Shapiro about death, fate, coincidence and the envisioning of reality. In this harsh poem Shapiro describes an awful car accident where many people ends up dead. He flawlessly employes a unique imagery and language that gives the reader a clear and true sensation of the terrible mishap. The author makes us feel as if we had seen and even experienced the car collision ourselves. Although it may see that the main focus in this poem is death, which is one of the most important, the poet also throws in the way he and everyone else saw everything after the accident, how their emotions changed, and how they envisioned reality afterward. Shapiro not only acknowledges and makes vivid the deaths that just occurred and how different people reacted to it, but he also discusses how much of an accident it really was, how someone had to be guilty and if anyone was really innocent at all.
The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
The Crash Beep. Beep. I felt groggy, where was I? what happened? This lady with a sky blue mask covering her mouth towered over my unable to move body on the metal table, shuffling through my organs.
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by