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The Flying Bike I woke up one morning with the urge to ride my bright yellow bike. I looked for my bike but I couldn’t find it. My family said that they didn’t know where it was. I searched some more but I didn’t have any luck. I decided to eat breakfast I made blueberry waffles for breakfast. When I was done I slipped on a red coat. And went to buy a new bike.

I didn’t know any bike stores in our town so I searched for one in town I saw an old store that said Ralf’s old bike shop and the letters were faded. And a sign said it was open and the lights were on so I went inside. I saw an old man and he said, “Hello I’m Ralf and I’m the shop owner” I said that I wanted a bike and then he said that his bikes were on sale because the bikes he has are old and needed to be painted, the tires pumped and, the gears checked. I said I didn’t really care and I just wanted a yellow bike. He then said that he had a bike that just got checked. And was yellow and he’d be willing to give it to me for it free. I got the bike and walked it home because I had forgotten to bring my orange helmet.

When I got home I got my orange helmet ready and my yellow bike ready too. I checked my helmet and it was fine. When I got outside I started to pedal down the street and then I started to rise!! I slowly stopped pedaling then I found that I noticed that I was going higher. The longer I looked at the wheels and they weren’t on the ground!

I started to pedal faster and I began to float. I kept pedaling and I didn’t stop until I was about fifty feet in the air, the town looked like a brownish blur. I looked at my yellow bike and slipped and fell, closer and closer the ground came.


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Article posted March 17, 2011 at 04:20 PM • comment (3) • Reads 1926 • Return to Blog List

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That's really imaginative Bob, how do you come up with all this stuff? Although most of your stories have a sad ending... Oh well. Keep it up!
Comment Posted on April 14, 2011 at 12:05 AM by Casey


Wow. That is an amazing story and you have a good imagination. Impressive..... Most impressive......
Comment Posted on April 7, 2011 at 12:07 AM by Dad


I am glad you remembered safety rules like the helmet. Be careful when you are flying, there might be some sort of aircraft. Have fun!!!!
Comment Posted on March 25, 2011 at 12:30 AM by Lynne




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