WORDS: 250 words
GENRE: General Fiction/Paranormal

"Whew!" The boy exclaimed. It had took him a while to finally dig through the junk in his family's garage. His father had promised him  a suprise if he looked hard enough. And as promised, there stood a blue bike with no training wheels. It looked beautiful in every angle and the boy couldn't wait to ride it.

He imagined the air flowing through his red, curly hair as the sun floated high in the sky. The boy rolled the bike out of the garage and onto the sidewalk. He checked the brakes and took a deep breath, bringing the bike to the top of a hill. "Here we go," The boy sat down onto the hard, lumpy bike seat. He put his feet on the pedals and pushed. The bike moved. "Just me and you. Heh, heh. This'll be fun........right?" The boy bit his lip and his palms became sweaty. He gripped onto the handle bars and with a bit more movement, he started rolling.

Down, down, with the wind blowing through his red hair. He laughed with joy as many people stopped for a moment to watch. "Whoops!" The boy hit a crack in the sidewalk and began to go into wonky directions. He enjoyed this rush of adrenaline. He closed his eyes. He let out a scream.

The bike hit a fire hydrant, injuring the poor boy. Blood spilled from the boy's head. His shoes became stained with a crimson red substance.

He saw a wisp.