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James Janus fiddled with the aux cord, plugging it into the port in his phone. “Alright, time for the beast,” he whispered to himself.

“Another hour of this shit and I’ll be home,” he texted a friend. James was driving back from a family gathering, but cranked the volume and texted his friends to pass the time. He wasn’t the only one who texted while behind the wheel, but he was most certainly the worst offender. His friends warned him, responding to his messages only until finding out he was driving. He shrugged them off, again and again, saying: “Please, like you all don’t do it,” or the always appreciated, “Whatever.” A friend recently suffered a near fatal crash because of the bad habit. He vowed to stop, but continued about his ways. What’s up? he sent. Anyone there? came next, followed by, Aw come on! I’m bored!

James, DRIVE! was one response. You promised Teddy! read another. He put his phone down for a second when the light and familiar tone of a new text message rang out. “About time,” he said, happy for the “company.” He picked up his phone and read the text.

My nam is James Janus… it read.

Though he didn’t recognize the number from which it had bent sent, he knew it was from a friend pranking him. Laughing, he responded:

“Ha! Nice one. That all you got?” he typed. He set his phone down and it immediately went off again.

My nam is James Janus n I have been an accident…the text read.

“Aw, man, not cool,” he murmured, then looked up at the road and jerked the steering wheel, narrowly missing some debris. “Dammit!” he shouted. Unfazed, he responded: Takes more than a lame text to scare me, nice try though. “People make such a big deal out of this, when they just need to be more careful,” he said.

He threw his phone into the cup holder at his side and rubbed his eyes. “Jerks.”

Again his phone went off, this time repeatedly. “Wt-?” he said, growing angry.

My nam is James Janus n I have been an accident…

My nam is James Janus n I have been an accident…

My nam is James Janus n I have been an accident…

My nam is James Janus n I have been an accident…

He read each text, as they continued to come through, and each one said the same thing, though now the words Help! and Anyone! preceded each repeated message.

“What the f-?” Who is this? You think this is funny?! he typed then pressed SEND. “Not cool.”

Ok, he thought, someone is really trying to mess with me over this whole texting bull. “They should know Janus don’t scare so easy.” He picked up his phone and began to unleash a torrent of texts to all of his friends.

Ha! really funny! But look! I’m texting! Text! Text! Text! When I see you all, I’m going to unleash a world of hurt, he typed but then looked away from his phone long enough to see the car headed straight for a guardrail. He frantically tried to turn the wheel in the opposite direction but it was too late. James crashed into the guardrail, as the car flew down a ravine and came to a horrific and sudden stop on it’s front end, before falling back down to the ground. He shook his head and felt a sudden warmth as the blood came down his face. Both of his legs were broken and his breathing was labored. The guardrail had smashed into the windshield and cut his face almost straight down the middle.

“Unh…” His vision was distorted but he made out the light of his phone, near his side. He picked it up, barely able to move, pieces of glass embedded in his hands, and began to text:

Help! but no one replied.

Anyone! but no one replied.

He was losing a lot of blood.

My nam is James Janus! n I have been an accident. Please, any1 that receives this I am somewhere on old hwy 33. Ned hellp. I thnk am really hurt. 

After James didn’t show for a get together the next day, one of his friends decided to take his last text seriously and called for the authorities to search for him. They found his car, or rather the crumpled mess of shredded metal and glass in the ravine. A medic was lowered to search for  James. He became sick to his stomach at the sight of James’s pale bluish skin, and the jellied blood on the floor beneath him. “You never get used to this, ” he said sadly. “Damn texting and driving,” he whispered as he saw James’s hand-clutched tightly around his phone.

A warning from his future self perhaps? Only James Janus and the mysterious texter will ever know.

The End|

About Tymothy Longoria

Tymothy Longoria loves God, his wife and his two children. While working two jobs two years ago he decided he could be what God had been calling him to be. A writer. Since then he has written numerous poems, a childrens picture book called The Sad Little Robut and a dark fantasy, the first in a series called The Stories, where he says, legends will be reborn. All his works are written with passion and a poetic prose. He calls Texas home, where music and art inspire him. He is bringing his calling and his dream of being a career and prolific writer to fruition. Tymothy is represented by Bree Ogden of D4EO Literary Agency and is on the road to bringing The Stories to publication. View all posts by Tymothy Longoria

2 responses to “Text|

  • Brian Forwood

    So what are you going to do with this piece of TXT Tym? It is great for an ad run.

  • Margaret Flint Suter

    This is a wonderful story and I would like to see it tattooed on so many people’s lives who don’t take seriously the dangers in driving while so very distracted!! I nearly got run over walking the other day by a woman texting and smoking and driving…give me strength!! You knocked this one out of the ball park Brother Tymothy!

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