I was on my dad’s old Triumph bike ready to start, looking down the
ramp of death. I smell the Amble Inn from next door. I also smell Tiger
(my cat) breaking wind behind me, “Come on mate, press go."
The throttle revved. I took
off with speed, 1000km down the ramp with explosives down below. My wheels are
about to fall off and Tiger is clenching on stabbing my back with his claws. My goggles are
all fogged up and I cannot see, I start to slow down, I feel ice beneath me, I
hear a crack and that’s the end of my exiting adrenaline rushing life with
Tiger.
By Oscar
What a disastrous ending! You have kept me reading to find out what happened to your dad's Triumph! I guess it ended up a mess like you and Tiger?? Great short story Oscar.
ReplyDeleteGreat story
ReplyDelete-Maggie
Hi Oscar,
ReplyDeleteGreat way to describe your story. My friend and I really liked this sentence: I also smell Tiger (My cat) breaking wind behind me, "Come on mate, press go." You really did a wonderful job. We play Bike Baron too. From Ally and Dom
Hi Oscar,
ReplyDeleteGreat way to describe your story. My friend and I really liked this sentence: I also smell Tiger (My cat) breaking wind behind me, "Come on mate, press go." You really did a wonderful job. We play Bike Baron too. From Ally and Dom