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Author Topic: Biker Fairytale  (Read 1126 times)
Big IV
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« on: June 17, 2009, 09:07:54 PM »

The other day for class we had to write a fairy tale (modeling a writing prompt for a student). Here is what I completed of mine in the time allowed...I was the only one to not work with a person for a character.

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Once upon a time a motorcycle lived in a garage, quietly, waiting.

Outside of the garage light tried to peek under the door and see the motorcycle silently waiting in the dark dust.  Outside sounds revved and roared.  Sounds potatoed-potatoed-potatoed, and whirrrred.  Yet inside, secure, under a blanket of dark dust the motorcycle waited.
The motorcycle tried to remember a time before the dark, or even a time before the dust.  However, the motorcycle could no remember anything besides the timeless waiting in the dust and dark of the garage.

Just thought I'd share...I never went back and finished it...
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« Reply #1 on: June 18, 2009, 04:06:42 AM »

You really need to finish that one.  It is too sad and depressing the way you left it...JTL   Cry
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« Reply #2 on: June 18, 2009, 07:28:24 AM »



Once upon a time a motorcycle lived in a garage, quietly, waiting.

Outside of the garage light tried to peek under the door and see the motorcycle silently waiting in the dark dust.  Outside sounds revved and roared.  Sounds potatoed-potatoed-potatoed, and whirrrred.  Yet inside, secure, under a blanket of dark dust the motorcycle waited.
The motorcycle tried to remember a time before the dark, or even a time before the dust.  However, the motorcycle could no remember anything besides the timeless waiting in the dust and dark of the garage.


...then one day the motorcycle owner sold the motorcycle to a motorcycle rider who dumped a can of
seafoam in the tank, slapped on a set of fresh tires, and rode the motorcycle on twisty mountain roads every day...

-Mike "theno end"
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