Creative Writing

Races On The Wind

The wind rushed against my face. The trees and cars parked on the side of the road flashed past. Pain rushed through my legs and silence fell upon me. A smile dawned on my face. Nothing in this world could bring me down, not with the wind challenging me to go faster. Nothing, except for a light, a red light.

I pressed down on my brakes and skidded to a stop. There was no more wind. No more flashes, no more silence, no more pain. No more relaxation and escape. There was noise all around me; cars honking, children screaming, people swearing.

The red light disappeared. Green came again, followed by the beautiful bliss of silence and escape. My legs went faster, the wind went faster, the pain was worse. No more cars, children, or people. Just me and my bike, riding on the wind, flying past the world of noise, escaping reality and into my imagination. But, all good things come to an end. This end took the form of a house. More specifically, my house.

A red light flashed in my head and I stopped. No green light here to save me. Nothing green in sight, except for fake trees and fake grass. A street of grey and black, of dark colours, of no nature. A street of humans.

I got off of my bike and dropped it down on the immaculate fake grass that is the kind that itches if you roll around on it. I walked into the house through the garage door, which is always open, and past my father who is polishing his bright red, Mercedes-Benz that blinds everyone on the street. Another red light that destroys my plans of escaping.

My brother was on the couch, trying to destroy the buttons on his controller. He died, and screamed at the screen. He swore and threw his remote on the floor, and punched the couch. I walked as quietly as I could past him.

My mother was in the kitchen, chopping some carrots up. Her back was turned to me, and I walked past her, making sure to steal a snack.

The hallway is grey and white. No colour, other than red. My world is always filled with grey, white and red. The door to my bedroom was open. Cautiously, I stuck my head into my bedroom. My little sister was sitting on my bed, playing with her dolls. I smiled slightly at the green dress she is wearing and asked,

"Katie, I need to do my homework. Can you please go play in your room or downstairs?"

"Fine! Hope you enjoy doing your homework, Fern!" she snapped as she stomped out of my room.

I shook my head at her antics, she could be so sweet to mum and dad, but when it came to me, she is the devil!

The rest of the day flashed by. Red, grey and white. Then, darkness. No light outside. No escape for me until the morning. My bike still rests outside on the fake green grass. There is never any escape for me from this grey, white and red world. The world that I wish to live in is green, with real trees and grass, with no red, with colour everywhere. That is not this world. And, I will never escape this world.