I was out for a casual bike ride in the forest, when I saw a flat straight. I sped up. I was going as fast as I could, then smack a moose smashed into me. I went flying into a tree. The moose pulled off my arm. I could see a spurt of blood spraying out. I could see it lying on the ground. It looked all flimsy and the veins looked like pipes and it smelt really bad. Then it got into its pulling motion on my head next thing I knew I died. The end by Michael
Wow!! What an interesting bike ride you had. It would have been terrifying smashing into a moose when you were riding fast.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the descriptive language you used to describe what the veins looked like.
Great writing Michael.
From Miss Collins
Cool story Michael - sounds like a typical bike ride in Alexandra along the river track - minus the moose!
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