By E.F. OlssonIt didn’t matter how fast I pedaled my bike, Peter kept up. His front tire nudged my rear tire like he was trying to make me fall. I was scared to look back. Terrified of what would happen.
My legs burned as we raced to the gate to exit the park. His shadow inched closer to mine. I pedaled harder. Faster. I wish he would give up on this game and chase someone else to the other side.
I crossed the gate first and struck up the nerve to turn – Peter vanished like the legend said he would.
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Peter, Peter the Pumpkin Eater? 🙂
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ohhhh, creepy!! and really good! 🙂
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I remember this game! Only we would ride carefully down the street trying on purpose to ‘kiss’ each other’s tires for as long as we could without having to put our feet down. Nice quick read 🙂
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‘Peter vanished like the legend said he would.’
as i guessed! but this ending still gives the different feel. at first it looked like any race between friends, but oh, peter vanished
good job and keep writing!
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spoooky!
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Very good – very creepy feeling and I love to be creeped out 🙂
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Brilliant. Turns from innocent game to creepy legend very well
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I’m thinking that Peter is the shadow! Either way, COOL!
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In our youth it was so easy to flee our shadow selves!
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