motorcycleAs the sleek high-powered motorbike screamed down the old highway, I could feel her tender arms wrapped closely around my waist. She clung to me as if I were her last dying breath. Her warm body lay against my own while the noisy engine continued to distort our words and thoughts. The speed of this ride changed the cool fall air into a harsh biting squall, which forced me to lower the visor on my helmet. Leaves fell to the ground and the tires crushed them like dry bones. Brilliant rays of sunlight filtered in through the leaves creating an array of gold and brown streaks on the old asphalt path. The fresh aroma of fall mixed with the stenchmotorcycle
CityAs the countless sidewalk patrons bustled along, block after block, the man was jostled and bumped by body after slimy body. Cars flew past bringing gusts of refreshing night air. The stench of rotting garbage wafted up from the chasms of sewer lines and burned his nostrils. Gazing into the midnight sky, he could see nothing but the bright glow that was the neon lights, no stars to speak of. He pushed himself above the crowd, gasping for air. He wavered, stumbling back into the suffocating crowd and face forward on the pavement. The last thing he remembered was the ear piercing whistle of someone in need of a taxi.City
GarageThe stench of spilt oil filled the air as the misplaced accountant entered the grimy old garage. He took one step off of the comfortable carpeted waiting room floor and slipped, catching himself on the door handle. He walked to the mechanic who was tinkering with his ancient vehicle. He attempted to ask a question, but his voice was drowned out by the blaring of engines and the slow grind of old gears. Then, the sound stopped. The aged garage was so silent that you could almost hear the sweat dripping from the hard faces to the even harder cement floor. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the fumes that filled the room choked his breaGarage
WoodsI sprinted through the dark forest, remembering days of old. A cool breeze crept in through the tall trees like fingers in my hair. The underbrush softly molded to my feet as a continued onward. As I continued to run farther and farther into the darkness, mist cooled the night air. My breath quickened. The moist air made my soft linen shirt stick to my warm body. The sweet aroma of pine trees prevailed and my nose tingled with delight. Wolves howled in the distance, but I continued on into the darkness, not knowing where this path would lead me, or where I had come from.Woods
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