[ WP ] a race car driver finds himself completely peaceful after a really bad accident . The racer then starts looking for the perfect car wreck so he can achieve that state again .

*This is my first writing prompt. Be gentle: P* 
 
 oblivion. darkness. an eternity of bliss in those eight seconds. 
 
 once the car finally ran out of momentum, life came rushing back. but the feeling of peace remained. what mattered anyway? 
 
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 four hundred crashes later. nothing compared. how could he recreate that first high of temporary nothingness? 
 
 would he ever feel that again? that lack of feeling? racing used to do this. remove all worry. remove all. but no longer. 
 
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 crash seven hundred twenty three. one hell of a wreck. it took nineteen seconds before the three vehicles involved were no longer moving. clicking and hissing noises were all that was left. 
 
 he had done it. he reached bliss. was it the same as the first time? he could n't be sure. it had been such a long time, with so many crashes in between. but he felt something. no, he felt *nothing*. 
 
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 the more he did this, the more he craved it. he'd burned through hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of perfectly functional cars, just trying to recreate the perfect crash. he'd gotten that feeling -- that *lack* of feeling -- a couple more times since the beginning, but it was getting harder to latch onto it. crashes needed to be bigger, with more vehicles involved, with more damage to each. 
 
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 seven hundred forty three mph was the current land speed record. obviously he did n't have the means to reach that, but just thinking about it exhilarated him. a crash at that speed? what would be left? a shadow of the car and human that was there not milliseconds before. 
 
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 he was fast approaching his own land speed record of three hundred twenty two mph. 
 
 three hundred seventeen. 
 
 three hundred twenty one. 
 
 three hundred thirty one. 
 
 holy shit, he'd done it. he'd never driven this fast before. everything started blending together, as if time itself was compressed. 
 
 then nothingness. oblivion. an eternity of bliss.
