I gave away my bike in 2012 My marriage was on the rocks I had bad mental health Most days I couldn't look…

Third Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest Five AM. I drag my ass out of bed every day at that time. I…

Second Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest Khalid decided he wasn't going to wait any longer and started making preparations. It…

Think about it—your body touches your bicycle in only three places: your seat, feet, and handlebars.  As a result, because…

First Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest I was cycling along the old Shoreham footbridge in the pissing rain when it…

Together, we received more than 100 submissions from all around the world for our Spring 2020 writing contest, all exploring…

As an individual trekking through the phase of childhood,  My sight saw a glow that pierced my mind for good. …

I love the way you look as you ride me, Face flushed and out of breath. Faster. Faster. When you grip me, For a moment, I…

"Life, as always, goes on beautifully, strong, manic, effervescent and ever-changing, mysterious yet familiar. And the night biker witnesses it…

This morning, I shifted the old bike from one side of the shed to the other. The amount of dust…