word writing

The billionaire sped down the street, very ostentatious in his brand new Tesla Roadster. His new toy maneuvered the pavement like a hot knife through butter. The billionaire had his pedal to the metal topping out at a whopping 198 mph. Turning with each raised turn as he attempted to make a new time on the Nürburgring for the new car. The rubber burning on the street made a burnt scented fragrence that was not so splendid. Soon he spun out of control hitting not only the pole of the billboard but, Bill and his board. When everything got quite, the noice of the turn signal was all the could be heard ringing throughout the area.  The constant ticking, like the second hand on a clock rang out, as the minutes passed and no one came to help him.  Days later, driving down the road, I smell something foul, like a fungus growing on a potato and come across the accident.  All I can hear is the constant "Click Click Click" of the turn signal, and I can see is the decomposing are half fallen off in the rearview mirror.  I started to sweat like crazy, soI used the washcloth that I had to wipe my face, but to my disgust there was something moist and sticky already in it.  It was blood, I nearly jumped when I saw what was in the washcloth.  I started to run and then I smelled something really scrumptious.  It seemed to be the quintessence of blueberries!  It was coming from the trunk of the billionare's car.  I opened it up, to be greeted by thousands upon thousands of delicious blueberries.  I looked around to see I anybody was looking.  Then I heaved them all into my car, sped away, and never heard of the billionare again. getting up the next mourning was tough for I was battling with back spasms and it made it difficult to move. I reached over a pushed the button to turn on the tv and saw the billionaire's face on the news and they had a suspect and i thought "fantastic, they caught me