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    At first sight

    CHAPTER 1
    The driver of the sleek BMW saw it at the last minute, the lorry had lost control and was on the wrong side of road. The car veered off the road and ploughed through the guardrail. It fell fifty feet onto the rocks below.  
    Its front end crumpled with the force of impact thrusting two-foot of metal back into the car. The windshield imploded, showering the insides with deadly slivers of glass. Both the driving wheel and dashboard compacted into one mangled mess. The rear side passenger door was savagely torn free from its hinges and the front two wheels were sent spinning out into the night. The screaming of the metal against the rocks and the shattering of the glass was deafening and went on in what seemed an eternity. Then there was silence, it was almost eerie, the car groaned in a final cry of some wounded beast and it shuddered once then fell slowly onto its side.
    The driver was still conscious, suddenly aware of what had just happened. The drop alone should have liquefied her insides, it was the equivalent of jumping off a five story building. Her chances of survival almost nothing, yet here she was, her face pressed into an airbag, still strapped firmly into the driver’s seat. Then she smelt it, an oily taste hung in the air. She grappled with the airbag and managed to push it to one side. The car was filling with dark fumes that burnt her throat and caused her eyes to water. Time was limited, the smoke could kill her as surely as the fall. She had to get out.
    She wasted precious seconds struggling with the door handle before in her shocked state she realised that the car lay on its side, pinning the door against the ground.
    The engine caught fire; small flickers of yellow flame appeared from between the twisted metal.
    She scrambled for the other side of the car but something pinned and held her back. Her seat belt was still attached. Frantically she searched for the latch.
    She began to cough from the smoke inhalation, each lung full now burning, her eyes felt red raw and both streamed uncontrollably as she fumbled with the belt. She suddenly realised that she couldn’t see, the smoke, the tears, the dark of the night, she couldn’t see, then it happened, a rush of hot air and the fire spread to engulf the roof of the car. At once the heat became intolerable.
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    Comments

    1. Wow, are you sure English isn’t your mother tongue?? You really managed to build the tension and nerves there, and I look forward to reading what you have in store!

    2. I agree with BealsBaby. You gave out the disclaimer that English is not your mother tounge but you wrote that chapter so well. I hope to see more. Thanks for the post! :)

    3. EXCELLENT beginning! You write very well…non-native speaker or not!! Now that we have discovered you, you must come back and give us more…I want to know who the dreamer is!! Thank you for your story!

    4. Hi kins40, Wow wee!!! What a start. You really have a gift for a dramatic entrance. I can’t wait to read more of this enticing adventure. Who is this woman??? Many thanks, A Fan.

    5. Wow! Hard to believe that English isn’t your first language. Although, non-English speaking people often have a better command of the language than many native speakers. Intense beginning.

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