wasder Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 The pile shuffled. From beneath the newspapers a messy, unshaven head poked out. He looked about. The alley was completely empty, and the first bright rays of the sun had slowly begun to colour the sky. The cold would have sliced to the heart of any other, but the man's eyes danced like fire as he grinned. It was a good day to be alive. No cars, planes or people interupted the quiet of the morning, only the odd bird, or a cat rumaging for food in a nearby dumpster. The man leapt up, and bounded over to join the cat, which promptly fled. He merely grunted, and continued to search the bin behind the KFC. He was clearly not a tramp. Not a full time tramp at least. His clothes were not so ragged, his beard not so bushy. He was young, and in good shape, despite living rough and eating scraps. Despite his homeless, penniless position, his grin had not relented. Today he was leaving. The suburbs were fine, but dull, too dull. The city was too loud, too fast, not like a man should live. No, he was going to the country. After his breakfast, he pulled out his bike from behind the dumpster. It was a nice bike, and looked out of place in it's surroundings, it's silver paint reflected the man's beaming face. He had stolen the bike from some rich kid, who he didn't think deserved it. As he pedalled off, on the road out of town, into the country, more and more cars roared along, tearing the silence apart, and befouling the air with their exhausts. The sky grew brighter, and the day's warmth was beginning to be felt. His bouyant mood continued, he raced cars from lights, pedalling furiously and waving to everyone, gaining him some odd looks.Many long hours he rode, and the day was warm, his brow sweaty, but his cheer undiminished. He was going to the coast. The other coast, the Pacific. <This is just a random story I pulled out. It was sort of spontaneous, so I could continue it, but I have no ideas at all of things to happen. But then again, writing proper stories can be arduous, especially if it's the story of some guy going coast to coast on a bike! Enjoy, if you really want> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
XanAlderon Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 I vote abducted by alien Mud Crabs!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wasder Posted December 7, 2008 Author Share Posted December 7, 2008 WTF Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 many of my poems are spur of the moment things.They come to me I stop what I'm doing, and write.I liked it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wasder Posted December 7, 2008 Author Share Posted December 7, 2008 I enjoyed writing this far more than Daedrabane, I think it's because I had been collecting ideas for Daedrabane for a while and wanted to fit them all in, but with this I actually hadn't thought of what was going to happen or anything, just the character and I had only barely thought of the setting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gandalftw Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 Very descriptive and interesting.Spontaneous writing is a gift.Apparently you have a muse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
XanAlderon Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 I have about 47 unfinished stories.... and 43 unfinished mods and 1 unfinished sentanc--- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gandalftw Posted December 9, 2008 Share Posted December 9, 2008 I have about 47 unfinished stories.... and 43 unfinished mods and 1 unfinished sentanc---http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq239/gantw50/emot15.gif Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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