Hey everyone, wanted to share a short story I have been working on. This is the first story I have written in over a decade, since college and my creative writing class actually. Seeing all the awesome work people are putting out on Steemit has inspired me to get back at it, and this is my creative writing introduction to Steemit. I hope you enjoy and leave me any and all feedback in the comments!
He stands at the top of the ramp, staring down, tracing his approach path through the perfectly compacted brown dirt. He takes a glance down at his bike one last time. The bike is made for this jump, tuned to his exact specifications. Made solely to fly him from here to the other side of the stadium.
He's done this countless times before, every time performing the same checks. Helmet fastened. Boots laced. Gloves strapped. He's ready to roll.
Between him and glory stand twelve school buses. Each one lined up end to end. It will be a new World record. No one has dared jump this far before. No one. He can feel the anticipation in the crowd building. He revs his engine. The crowd roars. He revs again. The crowd roars louder.
Beads of sweat hang from his brow, anxious for him to make the jump. The world goes quiet. He can hear his heart beat. Feel the blood flowing through his veins. He takes a final deep breath. Engine Rev. The world comes back. The crowd begins to chant his name. Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy! He guns the bike towards the ramp. The chanting grows, Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!
The crowd on either side of him zips by in streaks of color. The wind whoosing through the gaps in his helmet. The takeoff ramp grows, bigger and bigger. He's at the perfect speed. Center of the ramp. He jerks his bike upwards as he hits the end of the ramp.
Suddenly he's weightless. The world is quiet once again. The buses seem to move in slow motion as if he is standing still while the world moves beneath. His landing is drawing near. His speed was perfect. Easily reaching the landing he braces for impact.
The bikes shocks groan as the wheels hit the dirt. His body is thrown forward, but instinctively he revs the engine re-centering himself. He squeezes the brakes. The wheels lock and the bike skids to a halt. He has done it. A new World Record! The chants of his name continue. Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy! He latches onto a single voice from the crowd.
Jimmy! It's his mother's voice. Jimmy! She calls again. He made the jump just in time. It's getting late and he hasn't eaten all day, must be time for dinner. He waves to his friends as they slowly take the boards off the milk crates disassembling the ramp, "See you guys tomorrow," Jimmy yells to them. He's already looking forward to what they will do tomorrow.
Isn't summer vacation the best?, he thinks to himself as he pedals his ten speed back home.
Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed. All feedback is welcome!
