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!