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A Traumatic Encounter with Death

The author recalls a traumatic experience of witnessing a man get hit and killed by a bus. As the author was walking home, they saw a man casually crossing the street. A bus suddenly appeared and was about to hit the man, who remained calm until the last moment. When he turned to avoid the bus, his nose touched it and his head exploded with blood. His internal organs spilled onto the road. Emergency services did not come - instead, cleaners arrived and threw the man's body into a garbage truck, as if he were a dead dog. The author is deeply disturbed by what they witnessed.

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A Traumatic Encounter with Death

The author recalls a traumatic experience of witnessing a man get hit and killed by a bus. As the author was walking home, they saw a man casually crossing the street. A bus suddenly appeared and was about to hit the man, who remained calm until the last moment. When he turned to avoid the bus, his nose touched it and his head exploded with blood. His internal organs spilled onto the road. Emergency services did not come - instead, cleaners arrived and threw the man's body into a garbage truck, as if he were a dead dog. The author is deeply disturbed by what they witnessed.

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They Killed Me

By
Haseeb Ahmed S

Now, I am not sure how to start saying


this. It was the most traumatizing shit that
ever happened in my life. Did I hear you
ask, " Well, what the hell was it? " It is an
episode which I… um…… clearly
remember. Every single detail of it is
nailed, or hot glued or super glued or any
other method you name used to hold
things together, into every grey cell of my
brain. So, I am gonna use some of my
grey cells to present this short memoir to
you. It was a nice happy little afternoon. I
was returning home from The Black Pearl
Restaurant to get a nice, short, five-hour
power nap (XP). Come on, I had to work
my mouth so much that Sunday. Okay,
pfft… I get carried away sometimes. So,
obviously, I was in a mindset of walking
home 'cause the ramen and the wine
didn't go well. My good friend Tummy(you
get the idea) was yapping all the way
down Apple Road. I was already craving
my cloud-soft mattress. As I was walking
down King's Road, a mosquito had, by
chance, suddenly appeared on my left
cheek. I lightly slapped my left cheek with
my left hand. I turned to my left to see the
dead mozzie. I don't remember seeing it
but as I looked up, I saw a guy, from the
opposite side, crossing the road. He was
walking fine and cautiously. But then I
heard the sound of a bus' horn from my
right-hand side. Before I could even point
my eyeball in that direction, the bus was
just an inch away from hitting the guy. At
that moment, it felt like time had slowed
down. The look on his face was still calm
and unknown of the situation. There was
some sort of peace in that face, it gave
me a feeling which I never experienced in
real life. It was like how they show in the
movies, where some great man was about
to die, but still, he manages to smile till he
dies. As the bus moved another half an
inch, he came to his senses and wheeled
towards the bus. But before he could open
his mouth, to scream, to call for help, to
give him at least that last light of hope, his
nose touched the bus and burst into
complete bloodshed. And then the time
came back to its normal speed and the
bus disappeared in a flash. He was laying
there, in the middle of the road with his
cut-open stomach, his disclosed intestine,
spurting blood and half-digested food onto
the road, causing men to stop and look at
him(or it). But then, after a few minutes,
instead of the ambulance, came a few
cleaners and a garbage truck. They
cleaned up the mess and threw the body
onto the garbage truck. "Why?" Do you
ask? Well, what else will they do to a dead
dog?

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