I was on top of the mountain, ready to go downhill. I knew that it would be now or never. As I started to tip forward, something whizzed past me. I couldn't make it out, all I saw was a blur. Tipping forward once more, I decided that I wanted to catch up to this mysterious skier. I could see it just in front of me a little way. As I began to gain speed I was able to catch up with this mysterious being. Before I knew it, I was passing this skier and as I looked to my left side, I did a double take. The skier looked at me and stuck out his tongue panting and continued downhill. I looked away and found that I must have eaten some bad mushrooms that morning. Because for as long as I can remember a dog doesn't ski, and this mountain was usually secluded.
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Simple Thoughts
PoetryThoughts are what make the world go around. Without thoughts, there is no soul. In this collection of works, you will find poetry, flash fiction, and short stories and much more. Please enjoy the debut of original works by A.M.R!
