Twitter Away, Far Away

Craig left his house, feeling the itch to travel, but not knowing exactly where he wanted to go.  It was a beautiful day for a drive though, so he put the top down on his Ford Mustang.   Craig had tried to find someone to go with him, but they were all too busy.

“Well,” Craig thought, “I’m going to have an adventure of a lifetime.”  He took a selfie of himself in his car and posted it on all his social media.  “That should make them jealous,” he said.

Before turning the key, Craig decided to check one last time if someone had changed their mind.   He opened his Twitter and saw someone had sent him a direct message.

“The end of your world is coming.” – AliensRUs555.

Craig didn’t know anyone with that username, but for some reason it still put a smile on Craig’s face.  He hit reply.   “When exactly will the end be?”  No reply was immediately forthcoming, so Craig closed his phone and began to drive.

After about twenty minutes of driving along country roads he was in the middle of nowhere when his phone pinged.  He glanced over and saw it was another Twitter notification.  He barely looked back to the road in time to see a cow walking into his lane.

Craig swerved the car, narrowly missing the cow, but he ended up in a ditch.  He tried to drive the car back out, but it was stuck.  He picked up his phone and opened it up.  There was another Twitter direct message.

“How did you like the cow?” – AliensRUs555

“What the hell?” asked Craig to no one in particular, unless you counted the cow, but nobody, especially the cow, responded.  “How did you know about the cow?” he typed and hit reply.

A second later he got a reply.

“The real question is how did we know about the cow before it happened?” – AliensRUs555

Goosebumps arose on Craig’s arms.  He began to look around, but there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary.  “This is crazy,” he said.

Another ding emanated from his phone.  Craig fearfully lifted it up to read the next DM.

“Not crazy.  Enjoy the ride!” – AliensRUs555

A bright light shot down from above, blinding Craig.

 

Three days later the police found Craig’s empty car on the side of the road.  They checked his social media accounts and saw he was posting pictures from various spots around the world.  They closed the case and moved on.  No one actually saw Craig again.

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Blame It On the Train

The train called in the distance, and Thomas’ soul heard that cry.  Thomas wished he had brought his wooden train whistle, but he had left it at home since he was worried about how the cold would affect the reed inside the thing.  The cold was one of the reasons he waited in his idling car just past the tracks themselves.

Thomas’ palms began to get sweaty.  The train whistle grew louder.  The railway crossing gates closed down, their red lights flashing back and forth.  Thomas got out of his car and looked up the tracks.  There was the train.  Thomas readied his phone and looked back at the train.  It was now or never.  He took off at a dead run.  He weaved his way past the first gate and stopped dead center on the tracks.  The train whistle went off as well as the sound of the brakes being applied, but there was no way that train was going to stop in time.  Thomas lifted his right hand, smiled and pressed the button.  The flash blinded him.  The screeching brakes reminded him he had mere moments.  Thomas jumped out of the way as the concussive force of the air being pushed out of the way by the train buffeted him.  It caused him to land awkwardly and tumble to the ground.

Thomas quickly regained his feet and hobbled to his car.  He put the car in drive and squealed the tires as he raced off.  Looking at his phone, Thomas saw the picture of his selfie in front of the train and smiled.  There was a picture of him cheating death.  Thomas would mount it on his wall, proving to himself that he could do anything and survive, but first he wanted to post it on Instagram.  A couple of button presses later and bam, he smashed into the tree where he had wandered off the road.  At least the picture uploaded first.  Thomas’ friends had a great picture for the calling hours.