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I NEED A TITTLE FOR MY ESSAY! DUE TOMMOROW PLZ PLZ PLZ HELP!?

It was a dark and gloomy morning with ominous thunderclouds brooding in the distance. It wasn’t just any ordinary morning though; it was the second Friday the thirteenth in a row, clearly a harbinger of ill fortune. It was the kind of day that made the hair on the back of your neck remain in a vertical position throughout the entire day and you always feel like eyes are following you and smoldering into your skull. Steve was driving his brand new Audi, which he had purchased over eBay in pristine condition, with the exception of the stain in the back seat that look to much like blood for comfort, on the rain slicked roads. Suddenly something jet black streaked across the road, and Steve, wrenched out of his daydreams about dropping by a restaurant to get something other than his mom’s pitiful cooking for dinner, swerved and just barely missed it. His car skidded off the road and plummeted to the bottom of the lake that was inconveniently right off the side of the road. The impact of the car against the ice of the lake had splintered the windows and the car was suddenly inundated with water. Steve clawed at the seatbelt he had actually decided to wear for once, mostly because his English teacher had gotten distracted at the wheel when his favorite song had come on and he had started wailing at the top of his lungs and had lost control of the wheel. He got loose and started clawing for the crystal like surface of the water, lungs yearning for oxygen. Finally he broke through the surface, and saw havoc and chaos around him. All the cars on the road had collided and fragments of glass and scrap metal were strewn everywhere, and not one car had survived. Steve prayed that the 14 day money back guarantee on his car covered it being pulled out of the lake. All the cars on the road were completely destroyed beyond repair, and to think that about 3 minutes ago Steve had been one of the people driving on that road. The only way back to his home was through the woods and the dark fingerlike shadows were slowly crawling along the road because the sun had already set. With many regrets, Steve set off through the woods, vexing himself every step he took because he just so happened to be charging his cell phone in his car at the time of the crash. The forest was dripping wet and it was unnaturally silent. All Steve could hear was his own breathing, and the rhythmic sound of his footsteps. Suddenly a swig snapped and he yelped, cringing at the sound of his own voice. Another swig snapped, and he knew something was coming. Steve broke out into a sprint, and he could have sworn he saw two emerald green eyes staring at him from the brush and then, in a blink, they were gone. They seemed familiar, but more in a déjà vu kind of way. Suddenly it hit him: his mother had run over a black cat about a week ago, and though he felt sorry for the poor thing, he hadn’t given it a second thought. Suddenly, he heard a blood chilling shriek. Steve broke out into run to find the source of the shriek. It had sounded feminine, so he suspected maybe he wasn’t the only to walk away unscathed from the giant crash. He saw paw prints in the mud about 5 meters away, and his heart stopped. As he was walking towards it he tripped over something, and fell head first into what looked like a well. But he didn’t hit the bottom. He just kept falling for what seemed like forever and until finally water broke his fall. He felt like someone was watching him, and looking up, he saw round face of a black cat, complete with tire tracks and all. He heard the shriek again, and felt like he was in a haze and nothing made sense. All of a sudden his eyes filled with light, and he awoke to find the sun in his eyes. Realized that it must have been his mom shrieking, he darted downstairs to his kitchen... And he found her, but it was too late. Worst of all; bloody paw prints led out of the kitchen.

Public Comments

1. Inauspicious
2. Thanks for the essay. Just kidding. I think it should be called "The Crash I'll Never Forget".
3. well what I do is I read the story a few times and I name it by how it makes me feel and what it makes me think about.dont't worry about how good it sound because its always better than you think
4. Friday the 13th or Misfortune