Story #33
Jun 22 2011, 4:04 PM EDT
| Post edited: Jun 22 2011, 4:04 PM EDT
This is truth. I would not lie about something like this. One morning I was going on my biking routien, sunny out, not a cloud in the sky. It was sunday morning and I felt great. As I peddaled around my half-way point (setting a personal record) the sky turned instantly black. A downpour fell on me as if destined to slow my pace. I was so ditermined to keep going that I did not stop, despite the lightning. I breathed in, and it hit me. The rain water had a strong iorn smell to it. Like blood. In fact, the blood-like smell grew stronger and stronger until I choked and fell off of my bike dry hacking on the side of the trail. I couldn't breath and thoughtn that it would surely be my end. But as I thought my end was near, the rain let up and the blood smell died away. Above me, the sun was shining and there was still not a cloud to be found. I figgured that I had imagined it all. It wasn't until the next morning at school when they announced that several teens from our school had died in a car accident early sunday morning, that I realized I had not imagined it at all.
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