CrashMy heart is at its normal rate as I ride along the smooth road, my gear firmly set on 5. There are no cars out, and only a couple pedestrians, as my bike bumps down the road a little. I let go of one of my handles to show my turn signal, coursing over a what shouldn't have been harmful bump. All of sudden my bike seems to flip over, in such a quick turn of events that in the next moment, my hands are pressed into the concrete, I'm lying flat in the road, and a searing pain in my elbow. I gasp, every wisp of air knocked out of my lungs. My heart is pounding like a booming drum inside my chest and I wince, hoping to not hear the sound of bones cracking. Instead, there's silence. My first thought: get out of the road. Gasping for breath, I shakily drag my bike over to the sidewalk and examine the damage, wincing every now and then at the burning in my hands. The wires are tangled and front is spun backwards. I lift up my hands, which don't have much damage, but I'm still trembling
APH Shoot For The Moon Part 6Alfred stares out at the blank lunar surface, counting the number of craters in his head.
"You got good sleep last night, da?" Ivan asks.
"Huh? Well, not really. Dude, how can you sleep when you're about to walk on the moon?"
"Haha, I don't know. But we need to go ahead and have breakfast."
"Now that's something I won't object to! And who says we can't eat some of that shrimp cocktail for breakfast? Dude, it's so yummy and delicious and amazing!"
"Haha, okay. But I think I will eat some of the other food from my country."
"Sure dude, but I'm eating American-style."
He floats over to the temporary headquarters for the food (haha, kinda funny when you float instead of walk) and devours the shrimp cocktail immediately. Ivan, however, takes his time with the food his space program sent him. Alfred waits impatiently until his fellow astronaut finishes eating, and then he grabs a space suit, tossing a helmet to Ivan.
"Come on, dude, I wanna go explore the thing!"
Ivan chuckles in agreement a
Nyotalia: Are You Ever Happy?I mumble something under my breath, tugging at the branch clinging to my hanbok. They're bound to notice that I'm not at Teacher's sooner or later, but no one comes. Not even the slightest sound.
I jump, causing a rip in my hanbok. I mutter a word that Teacher would be horrified to hear and glance up towards the voice. My brother, standing there unreadable, his dark eyes studying me.
"Y-yeah." I stammer. "Are there really animals in the courtyard?"
He leans in so that we're eye-to-eye, but he's unreadable as always.
"Oh, that. I lied."
"She was being mean."
His eyes soften a little as he says it. I feel a pang of guilt, remembering Teacher's harsh words. He tugs at my hanbok and untangles it from the branches. I hear a loud sound that sounds like clothing being ripped, and I flinch a little. But I'm loose, and that's all that matters. But I glance down at my ripped hanbok and almost hear Teacher's scolding in my head.
"W-why did you do that? Now I've really
APH: Go For Gold AUAmelia bites her lip, feeling her palms sweating. The twirls and leaps that Anya makes are flawless, each move responding perfectly. It was gonna take a lot to get the lead.
So it was going to be a long night.
She leans forward, watching her Russian counterpart soar through her routine, every landing feeling like a pang in her heart. There's no way I'm gonna beat this girl She rubs some of the white powder on her hands, the small flecks landing on the floor.
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Anya continues her routine but messes up on the very last part. Amelia's heart lifts and she glances at the judges, blankly taking notes. The Russian girl curls her lip, walki