Just keep on driving

From Create Your Own Story

The sun glares off the windshield as you press the accelerator harder, the ocean breeze already teasing your nostrils through the cracked window. The man you passed miles ago—hitchhiker, maybe?—is long forgotten in the rearview mirror. Your favorite song blares, fingers drumming the wheel as you take the coastal curves faster than you should.

Almost there. Almost to that stretch of sand where the water’s so clear it hurts to look at. You lean into the next bend, tires gripping just enough—until headlights explode into your vision. A pickup, fishtailing wildly, taking up both lanes. Your foot jams the brake. The wheel wrenches left. Glass shatters. Metal screams.

Your car flips once, twice, spinning toward the cliff’s edge. The last thing you taste is blood. The last thing you hear is the radio still playing.

Then nothing.

You died.

The end.