I leaned my foot down onto the pedal as the sweet notes of my keyboard flowing into a language that I spoke fluently. I formed sentences, paragraphs, and a novel. It rang in my ears as my fingers danced. They created a melody that should have been heard throughout the heavens, yet my cat was the only one that heard it.
Binx
i am pedaling down this cement slab they call a sidewalk on my bicycle. the sun is shining and, oh god, it’s warm.
but i am not allowed to be warm. all i feel is coldcoldcold.
his hands are cold.
the sun is cold.
my heart is cold.
i’m the beginning of another ice age.
Celia
faster, faster, faster! the ribbons wave in the wind. i bounce up and down on my barbie bike. wind races past my ears and lifts up my hair. i hear nothing but the whipping of the wheels as they spin. and then…
ikea
pedal. pedal on my bike. i just thought of sex because you knwo…thats what comes in my head…get it? cums. in my head. hah. ohhh wow im so perverted. and im only like 14. and im a girl. so ill probably be a prostitute. and im not even pretty. back to pedal…wow im pretty damn bad at this…well times almost up here.
mary
My shiny red bicycle’s pedal was causing me to carry me swiftlly across the dirt road. WHE
Anonymous
I put the pedal to the metal as the camaro chased behind us. it’s too bad my brother who was in the car with me had to shoot their window with a paintball gone, while I was driving. he always did things of that sort. Everything we did was not in our best interest but every bit engaging. i jetted down a dirt road in the middle of no where in my little nissan. We swerved left and right. my first thought looking at this road at any other time would be to take it slow or my face would be smacked into a tree but no not at this time. somewhere in my mind i was thinking of every possibility about the car and the driver chasing us. if he caught up to us what would he do? what would he say, if anything at all?
Deannamarie
petal
Anna Luz
guitar, armp making cool sounds….tool, talk bos……..Pedal? bike b=pedal? i guess…..guitar pedal? no no no……im starting to think about it now, i dont feel like this is genuine…….hmmmmm, pedal……to the metal…..i dont know what to think.
AT
bycicle, run, home, lance armstrong,
Anonymous
i love to pedal a bike and wish I could teach my kids to pedal a bike. I think my daughter will never learn to ride her bike because she cannot figure out the pedals. Oh, how great it would be if she could actually pedal.
Mama Llama
I got on that bike and I pedaled. I didn’t care where I went. I just went and went and went, wherever my little legs would carry me. Before I knew it I had made turns and been on streets I had never seen before. It was an adventure, I was lost, somewhere new. I kept going, fear rising up in my gut, until eventually I had to turn around and try to pedal my way home. That was enough adventure for one day.
Sam
biking through the mist, pedal
Anonymous
The pedal is my master.
The pedal steals my thunder.
The pedal is my guide.
The pedal rides a bike.
The pedal is a myth.
The pedal is very thick.
The pedal makes me weak.
The pedal makes me sick.
The pedal makes my day.
The pedal eats some hay.
Carmichael Booyeah
She presses her foot down hard on the pedal, feels the wind rush through her hair, through her veins as she moves forward, faster and faster and she’s almost flying. She is free — this is what it is to be free. There’s no room to stop, no room to hesitate, to think. There is this, this and nothing more.
Sera B
Pedal to the metal baby.
Bank is robbed, delightful infusion of adrenaline pumping through my viens, seat coursing down my spine, tingling in the fingers as I press harder ont he gas pedal…
Oh yeah pedial to the metal
Rachel
Oh. I don’t even… Screw this, ‘pedal’ stuff. pft.
Today, it was supposed to snow. The weather failed in it’s endeavor however. Apparently because it didn’t storm however many days ago, or something… Anyway, I don’t like pedals and that’s why I wrote about the weather that I was very much disappointed in.
LSD'A
i put my feet on the pedal. and i started moving. i felt the wind pass through – very fast. it moved my hair all places, but especially, it moved me away from where is started. i then realized that pushing the pedal gives me a new start.
anonymous
Is a florist a petal pusher?
Joseph Leff
the petal was caught above my foot and tore the hem of my jeans, the top of my shoe. i fell off the bike pulled it down with me
vanessa
now all I can think of
is pedal to the metal
why did I read Fia’s post beforehand
I am a silly person
crmsonbyrd
i like to pedal my bike in the summer on the sand in the beach in the month of august when it is hot i ca n sweat a lot and be healthy and fit. And i can pedal fastly so fast i forget what i am doing and when i turn a corner i hit a car. Pedaling bikes are fun
your momma
dfsf
sfdf
Pedal to the metal!
I forget what that phrase even means.
Am I driving a car? Is it just a bike? Is it something for a sewing machine, or something else entirely? Why am I thinking about what type of pedal it is? I’m afraid that kind of thing doesn’t make much sense… But it’s not even flower petals.
Greyson
of a flower. always soft between the fingers. you know you shouldn’t pick it off but the temptation is irresistible. flowers have no power to resist. you can pick them in an instant.
Kaytlin
The thing that you find on a bike. A bit boring and not much to write about it. Where you put your foot. Not all that comfortable. I’d rather write about something alot more interesting in all honesty. All I can think about pedal is: isn’t that a word you use for like something dodgy? Who even knows. Pedal. YAWN.
Anonymous
Pedal to the metal.
Pedal mistaken for petal.
Pedals on wet pavement… a skid waiting to happen.
Keep on pedaling, even with legs burning and aching… conquering the hill takes effort, what did you expect?
Pedaling is for kids, right? Do adults still ride bikes?
Alex
had a pedal in my feet since i was a little girl.
I miss my red bike. It was amazing, i felt like i could traver the world just with it. I miss the life i had as a child, when my dad took me to the amusement park and we enjoyed after
Misifuca
Faster!!! Pedals from flowers wilting in the winter light, falling slowing from the tree. Pedal hm. Can’t say pedal to the medal that’s too simple.
Anonymous
the bike tore down the road like a fiery night speaking ball of energy
all commitment
all effort
stored away for this ride
this last ride
into the depths of the unknown
no help
no rescue
ride where you dream
pedal like never before
feel the feeling that has been taken away until now
its normal
the feeling of escape
we all seek it
and that pedal keeps you in control
it keeps you driving
its the only way to feel properly free
so just keep going
Joshua Richardson
something on a bike. kinda like medal. metal. cold and shiny. i cant ride a bike. im afraid of heights im learning how to drive ok at that. gas balloons i like balloons. im not really good at spelling.
david
The pedal of hey bicycle caught and she screamed as she went flying into a bush. She landed headfirst and her dress got tangled up in the briars. When she opened her eyes she was inside of the bush, looking down at a small squirrel wearing a bright blue tunic. “What’s wrong with you?!” yelled the little rodent
Dziva
A pedal is something that is used to power a bike or a boat. It’s for people who aren’t lazy and drive their gas-guzzling cars everywhere. Use your feet, people!
Jessica
to the metal bike riders are go!!!! fast fast fast pedals are rubber white black pedals on my Harley bicycle pedals pedaling when I was 5 years old the first year I pedaled
Anonymous
Put the pedal to the metal…. the pedals of the flowers are bright purple and shine in the sun. MY heart is like the pedals of a flower and you keep picking then off one by one…. leaving me bare to only love you
KC
i put the pedal to the medal. i’ll go faster and faster, keep pedaling, keep pedaling, faster, faster. losing breath, keep going.
ro
Um pedal
Vitor Monteiro
Pedaling was always the hard part, or was it the balance?? My big bad shameful secret as a kid — Not being able to ride a bike. Ridiculous. I learned how to lie. A lot.
elliot
Pedaling was always the hard part, or was it the balance?? My big bad shameful secret as a kid — Not being able to ride a bike. Ridiculous. I learned how to lie. A lot.
elliot
I pedaled faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how late I was. It was my own wedding. How did I end up screwing up so badly? I’m arriving at my own wedding on a bike… I’ve lost half my veil and I think my bouquet fell from the rear basket.
Elena Blanco
“Pedal your fastest out of here!” said Julie to chris. She’s is going to kill you! So that is what Chris did, he pedaled like she never has before.
I leaned my foot down onto the pedal as the sweet notes of my keyboard flowing into a language that I spoke fluently. I formed sentences, paragraphs, and a novel. It rang in my ears as my fingers danced. They created a melody that should have been heard throughout the heavens, yet my cat was the only one that heard it.
i am pedaling down this cement slab they call a sidewalk on my bicycle. the sun is shining and, oh god, it’s warm.
but i am not allowed to be warm. all i feel is coldcoldcold.
his hands are cold.
the sun is cold.
my heart is cold.
i’m the beginning of another ice age.
faster, faster, faster! the ribbons wave in the wind. i bounce up and down on my barbie bike. wind races past my ears and lifts up my hair. i hear nothing but the whipping of the wheels as they spin. and then…
pedal. pedal on my bike. i just thought of sex because you knwo…thats what comes in my head…get it? cums. in my head. hah. ohhh wow im so perverted. and im only like 14. and im a girl. so ill probably be a prostitute. and im not even pretty. back to pedal…wow im pretty damn bad at this…well times almost up here.
My shiny red bicycle’s pedal was causing me to carry me swiftlly across the dirt road. WHE
I put the pedal to the metal as the camaro chased behind us. it’s too bad my brother who was in the car with me had to shoot their window with a paintball gone, while I was driving. he always did things of that sort. Everything we did was not in our best interest but every bit engaging. i jetted down a dirt road in the middle of no where in my little nissan. We swerved left and right. my first thought looking at this road at any other time would be to take it slow or my face would be smacked into a tree but no not at this time. somewhere in my mind i was thinking of every possibility about the car and the driver chasing us. if he caught up to us what would he do? what would he say, if anything at all?
petal
guitar, armp making cool sounds….tool, talk bos……..Pedal? bike b=pedal? i guess…..guitar pedal? no no no……im starting to think about it now, i dont feel like this is genuine…….hmmmmm, pedal……to the metal…..i dont know what to think.
bycicle, run, home, lance armstrong,
i love to pedal a bike and wish I could teach my kids to pedal a bike. I think my daughter will never learn to ride her bike because she cannot figure out the pedals. Oh, how great it would be if she could actually pedal.
I got on that bike and I pedaled. I didn’t care where I went. I just went and went and went, wherever my little legs would carry me. Before I knew it I had made turns and been on streets I had never seen before. It was an adventure, I was lost, somewhere new. I kept going, fear rising up in my gut, until eventually I had to turn around and try to pedal my way home. That was enough adventure for one day.
biking through the mist, pedal
The pedal is my master.
The pedal steals my thunder.
The pedal is my guide.
The pedal rides a bike.
The pedal is a myth.
The pedal is very thick.
The pedal makes me weak.
The pedal makes me sick.
The pedal makes my day.
The pedal eats some hay.
She presses her foot down hard on the pedal, feels the wind rush through her hair, through her veins as she moves forward, faster and faster and she’s almost flying. She is free — this is what it is to be free. There’s no room to stop, no room to hesitate, to think. There is this, this and nothing more.
Pedal to the metal baby.
Bank is robbed, delightful infusion of adrenaline pumping through my viens, seat coursing down my spine, tingling in the fingers as I press harder ont he gas pedal…
Oh yeah pedial to the metal
Oh. I don’t even… Screw this, ‘pedal’ stuff. pft.
Today, it was supposed to snow. The weather failed in it’s endeavor however. Apparently because it didn’t storm however many days ago, or something… Anyway, I don’t like pedals and that’s why I wrote about the weather that I was very much disappointed in.
i put my feet on the pedal. and i started moving. i felt the wind pass through – very fast. it moved my hair all places, but especially, it moved me away from where is started. i then realized that pushing the pedal gives me a new start.
Is a florist a petal pusher?
the petal was caught above my foot and tore the hem of my jeans, the top of my shoe. i fell off the bike pulled it down with me
now all I can think of
is pedal to the metal
why did I read Fia’s post beforehand
I am a silly person
i like to pedal my bike in the summer on the sand in the beach in the month of august when it is hot i ca n sweat a lot and be healthy and fit. And i can pedal fastly so fast i forget what i am doing and when i turn a corner i hit a car. Pedaling bikes are fun
dfsf
Pedal to the metal!
I forget what that phrase even means.
Am I driving a car? Is it just a bike? Is it something for a sewing machine, or something else entirely? Why am I thinking about what type of pedal it is? I’m afraid that kind of thing doesn’t make much sense… But it’s not even flower petals.
of a flower. always soft between the fingers. you know you shouldn’t pick it off but the temptation is irresistible. flowers have no power to resist. you can pick them in an instant.
The thing that you find on a bike. A bit boring and not much to write about it. Where you put your foot. Not all that comfortable. I’d rather write about something alot more interesting in all honesty. All I can think about pedal is: isn’t that a word you use for like something dodgy? Who even knows. Pedal. YAWN.
Pedal to the metal.
Pedal mistaken for petal.
Pedals on wet pavement… a skid waiting to happen.
Keep on pedaling, even with legs burning and aching… conquering the hill takes effort, what did you expect?
Pedaling is for kids, right? Do adults still ride bikes?
had a pedal in my feet since i was a little girl.
I miss my red bike. It was amazing, i felt like i could traver the world just with it. I miss the life i had as a child, when my dad took me to the amusement park and we enjoyed after
Faster!!! Pedals from flowers wilting in the winter light, falling slowing from the tree. Pedal hm. Can’t say pedal to the medal that’s too simple.
the bike tore down the road like a fiery night speaking ball of energy
all commitment
all effort
stored away for this ride
this last ride
into the depths of the unknown
no help
no rescue
ride where you dream
pedal like never before
feel the feeling that has been taken away until now
its normal
the feeling of escape
we all seek it
and that pedal keeps you in control
it keeps you driving
its the only way to feel properly free
so just keep going
something on a bike. kinda like medal. metal. cold and shiny. i cant ride a bike. im afraid of heights im learning how to drive ok at that. gas balloons i like balloons. im not really good at spelling.
The pedal of hey bicycle caught and she screamed as she went flying into a bush. She landed headfirst and her dress got tangled up in the briars. When she opened her eyes she was inside of the bush, looking down at a small squirrel wearing a bright blue tunic. “What’s wrong with you?!” yelled the little rodent
A pedal is something that is used to power a bike or a boat. It’s for people who aren’t lazy and drive their gas-guzzling cars everywhere. Use your feet, people!
to the metal bike riders are go!!!! fast fast fast pedals are rubber white black pedals on my Harley bicycle pedals pedaling when I was 5 years old the first year I pedaled
Put the pedal to the metal…. the pedals of the flowers are bright purple and shine in the sun. MY heart is like the pedals of a flower and you keep picking then off one by one…. leaving me bare to only love you
i put the pedal to the medal. i’ll go faster and faster, keep pedaling, keep pedaling, faster, faster. losing breath, keep going.
Um pedal
Pedaling was always the hard part, or was it the balance?? My big bad shameful secret as a kid — Not being able to ride a bike. Ridiculous. I learned how to lie. A lot.
Pedaling was always the hard part, or was it the balance?? My big bad shameful secret as a kid — Not being able to ride a bike. Ridiculous. I learned how to lie. A lot.
I pedaled faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how late I was. It was my own wedding. How did I end up screwing up so badly? I’m arriving at my own wedding on a bike… I’ve lost half my veil and I think my bouquet fell from the rear basket.
“Pedal your fastest out of here!” said Julie to chris. She’s is going to kill you! So that is what Chris did, he pedaled like she never has before.