Halloween Narrative

She heeds the warning, and tells Malcolm about her job with Thom. Even so, her guilt and loyalty to both men get her entangled in a sticky situation that backfires. Where misunderstanding and jealousy opens old wounds, and she’s saddened with the belief that romantic relationships are not her forte. Rather than try and fix the mess, she takes Doris’ advice, and concentrates on the charity bike race.

"We need to walk until we can find a road and then we can try to get a ride" occur

I lay in bed and reason that riding a bicycle isn’t so special after all. In fact, it’s overrated. Still, I realize these excuses won’t fly with Doris or Zak. So, when she knocks at my front door, I greet her dressed, and in a cheerful mood.

They were also driving Pierce, Scott's Razor side by side, and a four wheeler belonging to her nephew. Pierce, Kristin stated she told them to leave and the teenagers refused at first and finally did leave. Pierce, Kristin later returned to the residence and found the same people had returned and were now inside of the residence and riding the OHVs again. Pierce, Kristin told everyone to leave or she was going to call the cops, everyone left the residence and did not return. Pierce, Kristin gave me a list containing the names of the people who were at the residence when she arrived.

For expert cyclists it should take less than thirty minutes to zigzag through the streets to reach there. No way will that happen for us unless we pedal too fast, and with reckless abandon. I follow Doris’ lead and keep pace with a steady velocity and with caution.

One day me, my mom, my dad, and my 3 cousins, Victor, Corry, and Priscilla went to a big pumpkin patch in Lathrop 2 days before Halloween.

No one was home all day. Neither David nor Lawrence knows when the bicycle was stolen. They don’t remember whether it was in the carport

A new family had moved onto Tom’s street. Tom and his mom wanted to meet them.

Windy’s host father taught her how to ride a bike, because the streets in her home country are too for her to bike, and thus she never learned how. This proved to be a great opportunity for Windy and her family to further connect.

It was a brisk October night in Mystic Connecticut. The fading yellows, rusty oranges, and fiery reds of the leaves that were strewn about the roads supplied the only color and illumination that the cadaverous town had. Even the river that flowed through the village was dull in color- an ashen teal. The stodgy water churned and rippled, but it made no more sound than that of a petulant murmur. The town was abandoned every October as Halloween was approaching. Most people fled the village altogether, but a courageous few stayed behind. It was a scarce occurrence for one to set foot out of his or her house during this time of the year. There was never more than a single being outside by Halloween-time. It was so uncommon, that the stories of

With that new found knowledge I headed into the garage and I walked past my bike… I looked at it and thought “I don’t want to walk I’ll ride,” with that I grabbed my bike and walked my bike through our gravel driveway to the road and around to the dirt path that leads past the garden boxes down to the chicken coop and cow pen. At the top of the hill I stopped and

Unable to tolerate such informal kindness, Nikki jogged down the alleyway staircase and unhooked Vanna’s bicycle from the rack. Her mother’s, father’s, and kid siblings’ bikes rested against the brick wall while garbage cans shrouded Derek’s and Kevin’s from existence. Nikki never cared about owning such a contraption. She didn’t trust herself to keep one. Her mother and father battled her on that fact.

So then the drive to his grandparents began. The first stop was Zacks house. Everything was fine until they encountered the traffic light on Green Apple street.

We are pretty reckless when we have nothing to do and we always find a way to get ourselves into some sort of predicament. So naturally it was only a matter of time before we found a way to further enjoy our time riding dirtbikes. We are risk takers, always looking for a way to have a laugh, even at the expense of our bodies and well-being. Bryce had been riding the bike up and down the property, whizzing around trees and popping wheelies. It had been a while since I had ridden, so I told him to get off and let me take it for a spin.

Doris and I ride our new road bikes on Friday morning. For ten minutes we warm up, and then, pedal in the direction to Malibu. The air is cool with early morning fog. Doris leads and I follow. Her pace is faster than usual. No problem. I ride my bike to ride my bike.