I’m taking a writing class at the university. Since this blog is really just my journal I thought I might go ahead and post some of the short stories. It might be fun to look back and see if I get any better at writing.
An outstretched hand was dangling before me. The voice boomed, “Are you alright?” I was sitting on the embankment. My head was throbbing, my ears were ringing. My bicycle was twisted on the ground next to the thicket that defines the border of the trace.