I was having a great time, i was doing wheelies with my friend, when… i know, its hard times, but i have to mention it. I crashed. Battered and bruised, my friend, Maxie had a head injury. He couldn’t remember anything. Including me. It was sad. I was tied up on a lampost. Maxie didn’t care. In 5 seconds everybody forgot about me. It was like everybody had a head injury. I was near nobody. Nobody played with me. Nobody talked to me. I remember a scooter passing by who gave me a sympathetic look. I wish bikes were like that. Most bikes are selfish and ‘cool’. At least they think they are cool. I am a bike and i am a selfless nobody, as everybody calls me. But the years i was with Maxie I was strong. It feels like i have shrivelled up into a pile of sadness. Oh Maxie, MAXIE!! Where are you?
Well done on your story this week Libby. I really enjoyed your story. It was a great use of the prompt to personify the bike in the picture. You have done a great job with the story. Don’t forget to always use capital ‘I’ when you are talking about the first person.
Great work this week.
Congratulations on publishing your first blog Libby! What a tale of woe for this once respected and well loved bike. You really captured his sense of guilt and self-pity so that we empathised with this hapless victim of neglect. Giving us a taster of his former contented life before his owners accident made the comparison to his current situation all the more stark! The personification of scooters and bikes was particularly entertaining.
Well done
3 house points
Mrs Addleton