I knew I shouldn't have let the guys talk me into this, Timothy said as he stood on the cliff contemplating if to go on with the bet, and ride his bike down the cliff for the reward money, or find an alternative to safety even when there seem to be none.
The fog is fast spreading and if he doesn't act fast, his Soul will be lost to death, as nothing can be seen when the fog covers the whole place.
Oh, God! Why did I boast of being the baddest rider alive? What if I do not come out alive, Timothy questioned himself in regrets.
Well, at least I'll die a brave man, Timothy thought as he hopped on his bike and fired it severally like the ghost rider, riding gallantly down the cliff masking fear and projecting bravery.
WHAT I SEE
I see fogs, I see a biker on top of a cliff with his bike.
WHAT I FEEL ITS GOING ON
I feel it's an extreme spot going on or probably a bet as I wouldn't want to believe someone would engage in such high-risk activity for pleasure without any financial reward lol. Even at that, Timothy regretted lol.
