airhead
28 Feb 2004, 00:59
Heres bat out of hell in story form for you all.
Richard owned a harley davison moterbike. It was silver and black, and he loved to ride it on Friday nights. He lived in a horrible neighborhood filled with crime and homeless people. He had no hope, but he had met his first real love.
Danni was a good young girl. She knew Richard couldn't stay with her. He was a drifter, he couldn't stay in one place. One dark cloudy night, Richard kissed her, Got on his bike. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped.
"Oh yeah, i forgot." He handed her a ring. She immediatly put it on her ring finger, and looked up, breathing heavily at the grubby smiling face of her fiance. Who cares if he was a bad one? He loved her, she loved him. But He left, leaving her behind.
"I'll be back tomorrow!" He screamed.
The wind stung his fingers, his face was ripping. But he went on going, faster, and faster. He was so happy. He had a bueatiful girl, she was the only one who had trueley loved him. He was bad, his lust for life had been almost fatal a lot of times.
He closed his eyes in bliss, imagining her with him. He opened his eyes, and screamed in shock. He tried to turn the bike so sharp, it skidded, right into the brick wall. The cars skidded near him, the horrible sound grinded near his ears...
He closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw, what it seemed to be, his soul, containg his heart, flying away. He whispered. "Danni" a tear ran down his cheek, and he fell asleep.
the people in the cars looked over to see the bike twisted and on fire, and caught in it amongst his blood, a young man.
Richard owned a harley davison moterbike. It was silver and black, and he loved to ride it on Friday nights. He lived in a horrible neighborhood filled with crime and homeless people. He had no hope, but he had met his first real love.
Danni was a good young girl. She knew Richard couldn't stay with her. He was a drifter, he couldn't stay in one place. One dark cloudy night, Richard kissed her, Got on his bike. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped.
"Oh yeah, i forgot." He handed her a ring. She immediatly put it on her ring finger, and looked up, breathing heavily at the grubby smiling face of her fiance. Who cares if he was a bad one? He loved her, she loved him. But He left, leaving her behind.
"I'll be back tomorrow!" He screamed.
The wind stung his fingers, his face was ripping. But he went on going, faster, and faster. He was so happy. He had a bueatiful girl, she was the only one who had trueley loved him. He was bad, his lust for life had been almost fatal a lot of times.
He closed his eyes in bliss, imagining her with him. He opened his eyes, and screamed in shock. He tried to turn the bike so sharp, it skidded, right into the brick wall. The cars skidded near him, the horrible sound grinded near his ears...
He closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw, what it seemed to be, his soul, containg his heart, flying away. He whispered. "Danni" a tear ran down his cheek, and he fell asleep.
the people in the cars looked over to see the bike twisted and on fire, and caught in it amongst his blood, a young man.