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It Was My Time
It was my time
“What do I really want?” I think to myself.
This all started 2 days ago when I had a life changing bike accident.
I am soaring through the bike lane when a car comes seemingly out of nowhere. Frantically I jam the brakes causing the bike to come to a skidding halt. All the momentum I have causes me to launch over the handlebars. I hit the road hard and slid across the asphalt. I get dizzy, there’s a sharp pain in my head, and there’s a burning sensation all over me. Then, black.
I woke up in the hospital to 5 nurses gathered around me.
A short and stubby nurse brings me a muffin with a candle. Once a lifetime a person is given a single wish. They can wish for anything they could ever possibly want. It was my time.
“What do I really want?” I think to myself.
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In this set piece I wanted to work on a flashback written in the present tense. This set piece is based loosely off the time I fell off a bike(my own fault) but it is exaggerated heavily