Persuasive Narrative Writing

Justin Hicks

June 15, 1999, the rising sun was bright and the air was humid. The morning rush hour commute was like any other seven o’clock day in southern Indiana. The cars were jammed at every stop light. And the people crossing the streets weren’t making it any better. However, one wrong move changed the life of Thomas Pain forever. “I don’t remember how I got there, or why I got there”, said Thomas Pain, “but I do remember this. My friend, Joe, and I were driving down the highway. Joe was a rule breaker. He’d been to jail more times than he could remember. The list goes from deadly fights to grand thief auto. Anyway, it didn’t take much for him to get mad. So the rush hour commute really ticked him off”. “Man I’m tired of these drivers,

We both unbuckled. Thomas climbed into the back. Joe released his foot from the gas pedal and his hand from the steering wheel. As the car slowed down it drifted left. Joe positioned himself in the seat and I throw myself to the steering wheel. The car scraped on the side wall ripping the paint. He positioned myself into to the set and as he did that he saw something in the distance. Cars, lots of cars coming their way. “Stop the car”, yelled Joe.

Thomas angrily tried to put his foot on the break. The cars honked and swerved out of the way. Thomas got his foot on the beak and swerved hard but it was too late. A semi-truck rammed into their back tier. The car was launched to the curb and flipped over the wall. They were falling and falling fast. The car rolled so many times it made them sick. They fell for what seemed like forever. Rolling, rolling, and rolling. Falling fast, faster than anything. Thomas sees the ground AND.

It was dark. Thomas opened his eyes. They were upside down. The whole car was totaled. Thomas looked for Joe. Joe was gone.

“Joe”, yelled Thomas at the top of his lungs.

No one answered. Thomas looked down an almost vomited. There was a metal alloy through has stomach. Blood was