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    At first sight

    The shock of the fall gave way to an almost paralysing fear. To survive the fall only to be burnt alive, her mind reeled, she wanted to live!
    The seat belt came undone. She kicked herself out from the driver’s seat and into the back, coughing violently as she went. Small drops of fire started to fall through the roof, burning into her face, her hair and her hands.
    She started to feel weak and nauseous, she could feel her body beginning to slow. Dimly deep down inside she knew that she was losing consciousness, her brain was starved of oxygen and was in danger of passing out. If she did, she would die.
    With a supreme effort of will she felt her way out of the hole where the passenger door once was and threw herself from the car. There she remained coughing and spluttering until she could draw a single breath and her vision cleared sufficiently.
    She was not out of danger yet, the real danger was now that the car might explode if the fire hit the petrol tank. She had to move further away, get out of range from the blast radius. All too aware that she was on the edge of ravine, the woman focused on her steps but her progress was painfully slow considering the emergency of the situation. Small steps was all she could manage.
    She had staggered less than five yards when the car exploded. A great ball of orange flame erupted from the vehicle sending fragments of hot metal shooting hundreds of feet into the air. An invisible cushion of heat struck her from behind, filling perfectly the contour of her body, it lifted her effortlessly off the ground and threw her like a rag doll out over the rocks, sharply, twisted and broken.
     Her scream pierced through the night as she sat up abruptly in her bed. Beads of perspiration ran from her brow down her neck. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking. It was the nightmare again, impossibly recurring nightmare, the one that will for ever remind her of the events of that fateful night, two years ago, the night that changed her life for ever!
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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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