The Crimson Envelope
Carrying a pile of mail and grey envelopes, I left through the post office door and prepared myself for the first tour of the day. Balancing myself on...
Carrying a pile of mail and grey envelopes, I left through the post office door and prepared myself for the first tour of the day. Balancing myself on...
Ved was cycling under an overpass when suddenly the road collapsed. He felt a huge hit and went numb, as darkness suddenly encircled him. It all happened in a...
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...
Sometimes, what you love doesn't love you back. I loved bicycles. I loved their mechanics, their physics, and their inexpensive cost. So, I worked in a bicycle repair...
1817 – Winter Solstice Hermes threw open the doors to the throne room of the gods, his face split with a wide beam of excitement that the other...
Riding my bicycle has always been an otherworldly experience. It feels like the sun and the moon stop at the horizon, side by side, to become my vehicle's...
Third Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest Five AM. I drag my ass out of bed every day at that time. I have to turn on a light six months of...
The garage door clamped down, cinching like too-snug denim. A familiar echo signaled along with this thump of finality, obscuring the now-vacated space, recently rid of the slick-tired, red-wine...
Bola’s heart beat against his chest like a pestle pounding a mortar. He looked at the track ahead and knew that his destiny lay at the end. “It’s...
The cycling championship, characterized by its cheers from the onlookers, compliments from the commentators, and euphoria from the participants, was beyond overwhelming. I was set on my superbike,...