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He pedaled his bike forward towards me as his friend yelled, “Need a ride, gorgeous?” I climbed onto his handlebars like it was 1929 and he pedaled us to a place where we could all sit and talk for a while.
By Mikella Rutter on 12.06.2009
By Anonymous on 12.06.2009
soft and silky it was brushed off the dying flower when the man passed by it. dd
By dd on 12.06.2009
Pedal? I really don’t have anything to say about pedals. I don’t know what to write.. really just don’t know.
By CN on 12.06.2009
pedal to the metal and all i want is him to show me how much he cares and for him to give me a piece of his rose the pedal that says, i want yo so
By adrianna on 12.06.2009
pedal is part of a flower inb the sun it is radiant, this sounds strangely gay and i misspelled in. It was a typo, i know but i felt it should be pointed out.I want to see men who stare at goats and ima bout to go work for community service hours. I like being a philanthropist that way i can preserve this said flower of the pedal in question.
By Ian on 12.06.2009
pedal. pedal with all your might, with your heart racing. they will never stop, but you will overcome. the place of safety lies in waiting, so pedal. make it to the secret place. you will be safe there, in a haven of peace. pedal, dear one, your heart depends on it.
By Laurie on 12.06.2009
i have used the pedal on my cycle to travel my youth and its been fun. I also remember the wonderful boatride in the fakelake in goregaon- the fat uncles and their mistresses travering the water and their
By aggus on 12.06.2009
i will pedal as fast as possible as i ride my bike down the steep hill. no one will stop me and hold me back. “you never know if you’re going to fall if you don’t let go” says my dance teacher. if i keep pedaling, i will find out.
By Morgan on 12.06.2009
One at a time she plucked them from the flower. Each one dropped to the ground, slowly and lazily like a feather dropped from the wing of a bird. Surely the bird knows not when the feather is lost, and as she plucked away to the stem she felt nothing either.
By Christofer (Reginald) on 12.06.2009
i put my feet to the pedals and hope that all goes according to plan. if I fuck this up again, I don’t know what I’ll do. all cannot be lost, that much I know is true.
By Haley on 12.06.2009
i hit the pedal hard, the tops of my feet burned from the summer sun, flip flops slapping against the cheap plastic of the pedal, flat wheel making a soft sound like melting into the pavement.
By CBR on 12.06.2009
are on bikes. I remember learning to ride my bike in Winnersh- My dad pretended top push me and that he was holding on but then he wasnt and I had made the lenght of the garden myself. Isnt that what all dads do? very good idea. I also reme
By mems on 12.06.2009
she pushed the pedals down faster. This hill was not going to beat her. Six months out of recovery and she was determined to ride again. No Cancer was going to keep her from doing what she loved. And Cycling was what she loved.
By Mysti on 12.06.2009
the faster I go, the more I want to get away. I am not an athlete. I am not a competitor. I am merely a girl,now turned woman, who wants to escape. I pass streetlights and the breath I exhale follows me like a shadow. I do not like winter, and my feet spin in circles as I try to escape. I want you to find me, but I’m pedaling away.
By Christina Vranian on 12.06.2009
The pedal pressed and the race was off. His eyes flicked rapidly across the road, searching for all of the dangers of the impending highway. The roar of the other engines were deaf to him due to his headphones, surely not a feature shared by the rest of the stadium. Licking his lips, he narrowed his eyes in concentration and pressed harder against the pedal in a futile attempt to go faster — the car next to him had already passed him by.
By Meghan Tinkler on 12.06.2009
Pedals are beautiful. They make bicycles go. Saddly, my Pedals are broken and there for I cannot go anywhere. What a sad sad day. :(
By Jessica on 12.06.2009
Flowers, soft. Pretty, scented. I want them to stay fresh and stay on the flower not fall away.
I pushed the pedal down on the piano I’m desperately attempting to play. I kind of suck at playing but at least I know WHEN to push the pedal down. God help me pass my piano final lol..
By no one on 12.06.2009
Bikes, I like bikes, You can learn once and never forget. You might get rusty, but the concept sticks, unlike most other things. I like bikes
By Coumba on 12.06.2009
vanilla blue bikes and flowers petals snowing from a cherry tree-like in an old movie, old enough where they would be singing as they pedaled but new enough to have color
By mitali on 12.06.2009
pedal is on a bike and you use it to make the bike go forward. without a pedal the bike wouldnt function and would be no fun. pedals are usually made out of metal and hurt when they hit you in the shins. they can also lead to the destruction of your shins. pedals are square and they are very entertaining to make the bike work
By alex on 12.06.2009
i love pedals, its different from petals, you see but quite the same they are both shaped simalarly they both contribute greatly to somehting, petals a living thing pedal an automatic thing, im sorry for those two spellig mistakea bove, waiqt
By erin on 12.06.2009
biking in maine, down black point road. i see the clam flats and its beautiful. i smell the salt and i see the boats. waves crash and its twilight. i smell pine trees. i feel amazing. free. weightless. i bike really fast down the hill. my hair blows out and i let go.
By Emily on 12.06.2009
So I jumped off the bicycle, wishing to never see it again, it has given me more problems than I ever thought would be possible.
I lean back on the huge oak tree, gazing at the vehicle my dad gave me last Christmas..
I was holding my knees.. my bloody knees..
those that I have scraped with that pedal.
By Joy on 12.06.2009
push the pedal down
watch the world around
fly by us
I put the pedal to the metal and went zoom, zoom. I felt like a commercial for some kind of fantastic car going through a mountain pass. I even heard the music in my head. If only I could BUY one of those.
By S on 12.06.2009
There was a pedal attached to my heart, but the beating didn’t speed up no matter how I tried to connect my thoughts with its rhythm. Where was I going, anyway?
i wish i was the pedal brake that you depended on. i always loved that line from pearl jam’s wishlist.
pedal to accelerate, or to decelerate.
By mj on 12.06.2009
put the pedal to the metal! that’s really the only thing I could think of when presented with the word pedal. And for some reason I always think that pedal should be spelled differently, although I’m not sure how I think it should be spelled. Pedle, maybe? or perhaps I’m thinking of peddle, which is another meaning entirely. But basically the most important thing is make sure your pedals don’t stick in your car, otherwise you could end up careening down a hill and dying in a fiery fiery crash.
By Tiki on 12.06.2009
pedaal van de fiets met 2 kinderen up and down and up and down with fun
I feel like I’m pedaling really fast downhill toward what I’m expected to do and who I’m expected to be. I have no brakes and no chance to turn around. I’m scared. So scared that I’m at the point where it’s very hard to care anymore.
By Shelby on 12.06.2009
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.