thepoeticmaster2121
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It was the kind of day you didn’t want to be caught dead in
The heaven themselves were crying spilling their tears out into the sky and down onto the earth. They fell in fat droplets and small some hard as a rock and others as soft as a lovers kiss, some of them were cold as ice while others seemed to have tiny fire in side of them. They were uniform and chaos at the same time and their one true similarity was that they were many. They fell so hard and so fast they created a wall between every thing making every thing half shaped and blurry. The sky crackled with thunder rolling with intensity as the white hot energy burned across the dark thunder clouds making the storm look like a dangerous beast.
It was definitely not the kind of weather you wanted to be riding a motorcycle through. Yet one small red bike burned across the empty high way. Winds buffeted it on all sides making it rock dangerously and wobble and list from side to side. The rider on the bike was all but hidden as the rain created a mini cocoon around him. A fleeting view of his leather clad body would appear every few seconds only to be swallowed whole by the rain again. Watching the man struggle against the forces of nature was both frightening and exciting at the same time. Maybe he would win? Prove that man could master the environment.
The dream was shattered however a particular hard gust of win sent him careening off the road. The bike crashed first getting tangled in a few bushes before gently rolling to a stop. The man however wasn’t so lucky he didn’t have any bushes to break his fall instead he had the rocks and they greeted him harshly bouncing him off their center as he tumbled down down down. Luckily the trees parted for him and he finally landed with a gently thud right into the muddy bank.
He didn’t move for a while
He finally gave a soft groan and got up. His leather riding gear and helmet was dirty caked in his blood and mud. Torn pieces hung from his body half of it the leather and the other half his flesh. In truth it was amazing he was still alive much less walking. He moved his head as if trying to get his bearings before he began moving groaning in pain with each step he took. He traveled through the forest feeling the rain pounding on his back. He moved for a few minutes before he finally spotted a building a broken church shinning up at him like a beacon.
Would he find salvation there?
Alexander Stone reached the door and weakly pounded on it. His knees buckled and suddenly he was kneeling his helmet pressed against the wooden door as he began croaking out a desperate plea for help.
“some one please”
“help me”
The heaven themselves were crying spilling their tears out into the sky and down onto the earth. They fell in fat droplets and small some hard as a rock and others as soft as a lovers kiss, some of them were cold as ice while others seemed to have tiny fire in side of them. They were uniform and chaos at the same time and their one true similarity was that they were many. They fell so hard and so fast they created a wall between every thing making every thing half shaped and blurry. The sky crackled with thunder rolling with intensity as the white hot energy burned across the dark thunder clouds making the storm look like a dangerous beast.
It was definitely not the kind of weather you wanted to be riding a motorcycle through. Yet one small red bike burned across the empty high way. Winds buffeted it on all sides making it rock dangerously and wobble and list from side to side. The rider on the bike was all but hidden as the rain created a mini cocoon around him. A fleeting view of his leather clad body would appear every few seconds only to be swallowed whole by the rain again. Watching the man struggle against the forces of nature was both frightening and exciting at the same time. Maybe he would win? Prove that man could master the environment.
The dream was shattered however a particular hard gust of win sent him careening off the road. The bike crashed first getting tangled in a few bushes before gently rolling to a stop. The man however wasn’t so lucky he didn’t have any bushes to break his fall instead he had the rocks and they greeted him harshly bouncing him off their center as he tumbled down down down. Luckily the trees parted for him and he finally landed with a gently thud right into the muddy bank.
He didn’t move for a while
He finally gave a soft groan and got up. His leather riding gear and helmet was dirty caked in his blood and mud. Torn pieces hung from his body half of it the leather and the other half his flesh. In truth it was amazing he was still alive much less walking. He moved his head as if trying to get his bearings before he began moving groaning in pain with each step he took. He traveled through the forest feeling the rain pounding on his back. He moved for a few minutes before he finally spotted a building a broken church shinning up at him like a beacon.
Would he find salvation there?
Alexander Stone reached the door and weakly pounded on it. His knees buckled and suddenly he was kneeling his helmet pressed against the wooden door as he began croaking out a desperate plea for help.
“some one please”
“help me”