The British state education system is appalling

A university student was travelling home from lectures. As she entered one particularly long, dark stretch of woodland, a car that had been following her suddenly raced up close, and the driver flashed his lights. She glanced up nervously in the mirror and accelerated in order to pull away. The car kept pace and again flashed his lights. Becoming terrified, she pushed her little car as fast as it could go. Again, the car behind her kept up and flashed his lights at her.

Within moments, the student saw flashing blue lights from an approaching police car. Relieved, she pulled over to the shoulder and so did the car behind her. She watched as the police car pulled up behind them both, the officer quickly exited his car, and then raced to her car. The officer opened her door, yanked her out and pulled her, stumbling, to the front of her car. Flustered, she started to ask the officer what she'd done wrong. Before answering, he ran back to the car, opened the back door and shouted, "Get out of the car slowly with your hands in the air." As the college student watched in amazement, a large man holding a knife got out of the back seat of her car. As he was being handcuffed, the man from the other car told the university student that he was flashing his lights every time the man would rise up from the back seat to stab her.

My writing skills have been defined as 'proof of God's existence', and so I just want to finally use this talent to entertain people. I think that it's tragic that in modern schools, children are forced to read tripe like Austen and Dickens, when so many fabulously talented budding new writers like myself are emerging and largely ignored by a system designed to stifle creativity. Here is my story anyway. If you don't like it, then perhaps The Hungry Caterpillar is more your style?

My writing skills have been defined as 'proof of God's existence', and so I just want to finally use this talent to entertain people. I think that it's tragic that in modern schools, children are forced to read tripe like Austen and Dickens, when so many fabulously talented budding new writers like myself are emerging and largely ignored by a system designed to stifle creativity. Here is my story anyway. If you don't like it, then perhaps The Hungry Caterpillar is more your style?

A university student was traveling home from lectures. As she entered one particularly long, dark stretch of woodland, a car that had been following her suddenly raced up close, and the driver flashed his lights. She glanced up nervously in the mirror and accelerated in order to pull away. The car kept pace and again flashed his lights. Becoming terrified, she pushed her little car as fast as it could go. Again, the car behind her kept up and flashed his lights at her.

Within moments, the student saw flashing blue lights from an approaching police car. Relieved, she pulled over to the shoulder and so did the car behind her. She watched as the police car pulled up behind them both, the officer quickly exited his car, and then raced to her car. The officer opened her door, yanked her out and pulled her, stumbling, to the front of her car. Flustered, she started to ask the officer what she'd done wrong. Before answering, he ran back to the car, opened the back door and shouted, "Get out of the car slowly with your hands in the air." As the college student watched in amazement, a large man holding a knife got out of the back seat of her car. As he was being handcuffed, the man from the other car told the university student that he was flashing his lights every time the man would rise up from the back seat to stab her.

I don't know what level I'm comparing this against.

I finished my undergraduate degree in June.

Wow nice story, two paragraphs of description. Definitely better than Austen and Dickens, children should definitely study those masterpieces you write.

Wait, you're an undergraduate? No offence, but I've written more gripping and engaging stuff as part of my GCSE coursework and just scraped an A.

A university student was travelling home from lectures. As she entered one particularly long, dark stretch of woodland, a car that had been following her suddenly raced up close, and the driver flashed his lights. She glanced up nervously in the mirror and accelerated in order to pull away. The car kept pace and again flashed his lights. Becoming terrified, she pushed her little car as fast as it could go. Again, the car behind her kept up and flashed his lights at her.

Within moments, the student saw flashing blue lights from an approaching police car. Relieved, she pulled over to the shoulder and so did the car behind her. She watched as the police car pulled up behind them both, the officer quickly exited his car, and then raced to her car. The officer opened her door, yanked her out and pulled her, stumbling, to the front of her car. Flustered, she started to ask the officer what she'd done wrong. Before answering, he ran back to the car, opened the back door and shouted, "Get out of the car slowly with your hands in the air." As the college student watched in amazement, a large man holding a knife got out of the back seat of her car. As he was being handcuffed, the man from the other car told the university student that he was flashing his lights every time the man would rise up from the back seat to stab her.

Oh do run along. I'm no longer an undergraduate, as if you're proficiency in English was anything more than basic, you'd have seen that I have graduated with a degree in Classics. As for your 'gripping and engaging stuff', I'd be interested in seeing how Random House would receive it whilst begging for the rights to my work.