Bicycle
Had writer’s block at my writing club today and our leader told me to use the word “bicycle” at least twice. Fun. Only had 3-5 minutes to write. Something I can develop later? Maybe.
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That bicycle. That stupid, mocking, shameless piece of metallic trash. Yes. That bicycle. Just the sight of its ridiculously put together mechanism makes my blood churn. It’s not really a bicycle. No, it’s a cold-blooded, demon-spirited, heartless murderer. This bicycle took everything from me. It replaced the love of my life with a soulless piece of marble: a gravestone in our local cemetery.
I wish I had never bought that bicycle.
chilling!
Thank you!
Wicked. What an excellent way to take revenge on writer’s block: kill something with your thoughts.
Mmm. It’s a little morbid though, don’t you think? Having these violent thoughts in mind…but it relieves me. I suppose.
This is too funny and cute, I want to know what happened!…. And then I reread it. And I wonder, is it still funny? Because no one else seems to think of it as funny. Did I read it too fast? Because I saw her yelling at it from a exercise perspective. ._.
Maybe… Oh pooh. I’m just going to think of it my way because that’s what writing does… right? ._.
It started out as frustration against the bicycle, but it got a little twisted at the end. I suppose it’s possible for me to take that direction also. (:
Very powerful! I read it a couple times to get more of a feel of it… each read it intensified.
I love how your mind thinks, you made something amazing from the word bicycle. ♥
Thanks, muse, I focus a little too much on feelings in my writing – maybe I should expand my horizons a little more? Heh.
Whoa … I hope this is fiction … if it is, you write with powerful emotion ,,, if not, then I grieve for your loss
It’s fiction, but thank you, gs. <3