The “Double Wobbly” Story
Here’s the beginning of the story I wrote called “The Legend of Double Wobbly.”
Twilight had come down fast, darkening the steep roadway. I skated over the top of Ichabod Hill and rolled downward, picking up speed. I could hear dogs in faraway backyards barking and howling at the setting sun. Carving a tight line down the curving road, I shot downhill faster and faster, rapidly approaching the dangerous twists of Double Wobbly. Suddenly a wave of bad feeling came over me. It wasn’t fear exactly…more of a strange, demented sadness. I could not continue. I dug in, grinding my board to a stop.
Just at that moment the distant dogs went silent, and a nearby rasp of wheels on pavement caught my ear. I looked uphill. There, concealed in a shadow cast by a dark cloud, a towering figure stood on a glowing skateboard.
My hair rose in terror. Was it the demon of Double Wobbly? Could I outrace this evil? I was fast on my board…but was I fast enough?
At that moment the cloud moved away, and I could see my pursuer.
My heart went cold. The dude on the skateboard had no head!
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I don’t know what comes next. If you have an idea, go for it! Write it up below.