Helmet Head
Third Place: Summer 2020 Writing Contest I was in disbelief as I listened to my sister's words over the phone that August day: "Julie's mom died last night....
childhood
How to Ride a Bike
Second Place: Summer 2020 Writing Contest It was on a bike that I learned the lay of Ketchikan, Alaska, from the most intimate perspective. At 5:00 in the morning, I was the only...
The Untold
First Place: Summer 2020 Writing Contest I hated cycling. When my date asked if I wanted to ride a bike in the park, all I could think about...
The Story of My First Rides
Miles away, my school from home, Walk the miles to reach the place. Not a bus or a service that lifts. Every day, we went together, That friend who lives in between. He waits, and sometimes waited I. Met a cycle, me for the first. As I...
A Joyride Home
"What happened?!" my mother exclaimed as I walked past her on my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw tar embedded in the skin...
Though I Never Owned a Bicycle
Sundays were the best days of my childhood. As a girl, I was never forced to do anything, other than what to wear and where not to go....
Was That a Victory?
I was riding a bicycle, and my children were clapping for me, which caused my neighbors to emerge and see what all the commotion was about. Was that...
Spin Story
I try not to stare at Jeeva and his BSA on the railway tracks at Maki Station, as the two freefall over the gravel slope in front of our gate. Jeeva...
Thrills, Cheap Ones!
It started when a young boy often visited his friend next door, and they would play together with their small toys. Their sisters would join the fun-tivity, pillows...
The Perfect Bike
I walked past it every day, where it sat in a shop window. I wanted it so badly; the perfect color, shape, and size. "Not yet," I was...