Creative Writing

As the sun set the shame was intense as a tear leaves my eye, everything goes quiet and it also goes as dark as a black as licorice. I watch as things start to sway back in forth in the wind, I get on my motorbike cause I felt I really needed to leave. The thick smoke drills out of my exhaust as I flick into gear and ride out of the night, with a chill shivering down my spine. I put on my headlight so I could see in the darkness then I speed off in to the foggy night. The trail I have to ride down is quite twisty and turny if I fall off its really going to hurt. As I'm riding through the pitch black night I feel like I am getting watched so I get my gun out and put it on my shoulder with the shaggy strap. I wind round the next corner and a possum runs straight in front of me so I get startled and go head over handlebars because I slammed the front brake, Then a huge 450 fell on me. I finally managed to get it off me, I pick up my bike and find that my clutch has been broken into two pieces so now I have to start driving in gear. I get my dirt bike into neutral and then start riding quite quickly. Then my headlight goes out so I can no longer see so now I have to stay the night in the pitch black darkness so I feel my way around and wheel my bike over to a tree I think. I get out my blanket that I always bring in my backpack, I put my bag under my head and try to get some sleep, but I can’t stop thinking about what had happened so I just close my eyes and waited but it feels like an eternity in till I get some sleep. I get up at the crack of dawn and get my motorbike warming up, I pack up my gear cause I need to get out of here, then I find that my gun is on the ground with a bent barrel so I through it off the edge of the trail. I get on my motorbike and start revving the motorbike and I speed off and I look around and I see the sun rising. I start to smile because it’s a new day and hopefully something good happens. THE END

In class this week our class decided to do some work around creative writing but in the story it had to contain as the sun rises or as the sun sets so I made my story tragic cause I felt writing something quite intense.

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