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Across the road they think, maybe a deer. Or was he lighting a cigarette, talking on the phone, drop something in his car. The right front wheel caught the shoulder, he did not catch his act in time.

Off the road, he tries to correct this, the car sails up the embankment and twists in the air. On its top a deafening roar and the jet black car pitches to its wheels. It grabs the shoulder moans the torment as it turns again, ejecting the pilot through a post and a barbed wire fence. the sun sets, a life is taken, the only tree on a mile road is where the car and driver have come to rest.....Crow

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Outskirts of Town

Contributed by crow on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 12:55:44 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Not much surprises me anymore, just when you think you have seen it all, on the outskirts of town, on a well maintained road, the newer car, black as night, in the middle of the day is going home.

Across the road they think, maybe a deer. Or was he lighting a cigarette, talking on the phone, drop something in his car. The right front wheel caught the shoulder, he did not catch his act in time.

Off the road, he tries to correct this, the car sails up the embankment and twists in the air. On its top a deafening roar and the jet black car pitches to its wheels. It grabs the shoulder moans the torment as it turns again, ejecting the pilot through a post and a barbed wire fence. the sun sets, a life is taken, the only tree on a mile road is where the car and driver have come to rest.....Crow





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Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 01:01:13 PM AEST
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it takes only a pslit second for our time to be realized.........great write!!!!!!!!


Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Saira on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 01:07:19 PM AEST
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Nice story...Great write, Crow.
Saira


Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 02:25:27 PM AEST
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Tragic...I know this is a real event you have seen my friend. So needless to lose ones life this way. Well done doesnt seem appropriate, so I will say you expressed the picture and the horror of it all perfectly.


larry


Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 04:45:44 PM AEST
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More vivid and heart wrenching than when you told me about it my friend...a very good write

Shari


Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 05:59:01 PM AEST
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Great picture of a tragedy you obviously witnessed....
Jenni


Re: Outskirts of Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Saturday, 18th October 2003 @ 03:56:16 PM AEST
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you must see the most horrible things and the senseless tragedies. your poetry expresses those moments so vivdly, so starkly - it gives me chills. remarkable write.
you are special

merry




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