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his mind had no thought and his body became lighter
and lighter. From his lofty heights gravity became more
of a nuisance than a factor. Fatigue, however, was
ever-increasing.
The heartbeat was pounding hard in his head and
his legs were weakening. The beat, though, seemed
so familiar yet so distant. One more, he said to
himself. His body felt like a feather as he mindlessly
soared ever-higher. As he neared the peak of the air
some twenty feet above the ramp, time slowed.
He was aware of a sweat droplet falling from his
chin. It moved so slowly and he was still ascending.
Each second became an eternity as he again noticed
a sweat droplet. It had not moved. He became frozen
at the peak of his air for seconds, hours, days,
timeless. Though he was light-headed and slightly dizzy,
he no longer felt the wearisome pull of gravity. The
ramp seemed so far away, farther now, farther still.
A decision became apparent at this point, though he
was scarcely aware of the options. The beat came to a
murmuring end. He became fully detached and serene
in the timeless zone he had entered.
The shrill cry of the hawk far below drew his atten-
tion downward. Through the twisted waves of heat he
became aware of the small figure lying in the middle
of the structure on the desert floor. The figure was
strangely attractive and enticing. The desire to descend
to it diminished when he once again realized how fine
it was to soar onwards to the sun. Soar he did, but
there was a hollowness entering his detached oblivion.
Something was not right, was not complete. A
downward pull once again brought him within view of
the crumpled body.
As he descended toward it, he became aware of an
ever-increasing darkness blocking out the harsh rays
of the sun above him. In the distance he felt rather
than heard the familiar beat becoming stronger and
stronger. Through closed eyes he became aware of the
pain. His hip and shoulder radiated agony with each
heartbeat.
As he opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying
on his back at the bottom of the ramp. Through his
tears he also realized that the sky was dark and from
it drops of rain cascaded freely.
The Death of Sam the Skate Rat
by "Chovavo" Thompson
Sam was a rat unlike other rats. Sam had a
thing for skating because he lived in the house of
a skate punk. There was a hole in the wall of the
punk's room that Sam would go through and look
at all of the punk's skate mags. He looked over all
the trick tips and knew them all by heart. In the
punk's backyard there was a halfpipe. Sam would
always watch the punk and his friends skate it.
One day Sam got the idea to make a board, so he
got some cardboard, toothpicks, griptape, an eraser,
and a Match Box car. He cut the cardboard and put
griptape on it, used toothpicks as rails, and used the
eraser and wheel from the car for the trucks and
wheels. Now all he needed was pads and a helmet.
For the helmet he used half a walnut shell and a
rubber band. Then for pads he used some Band-
Aids. Now he needed a place to skate, so he decid-
ed on the punk's ramp. To get there he used an old
empty drain pipe.
When he got there he scaled the eight foot ramp,
got to the top, dropped in, and bailed. He did this
another three times before he decided that this ramp.
was too big for him. Then it hit him; The drain pipe
he went through to get to the ramp! He went to the
drain pipe and started skating it.
After a few days of skating the pipe he started
thinking it was rad, but it was getting boring. He
decided to skate the punk's house. Sam skated the
empty toilet bowl but it had too much of a lip. He
tried skating in the bath tub. It's transition was too
harsh to skate. Sam then decided to skate the kitchen.
He tried the sink, but like the tub the transition was
too harsh. So Sam turned to the big bowls on the
counter. They were just right for him until the punk's
mom walked in and tried to kill him with a knife.
Then Sam caught a japan air out of the bowl and
landed on the wooden floor. He started skating
towards the open front door with the punk's mom
right behind him. The only thing between Sam's
freedom and his capture was the metal on the floor
by the door. Then he saw a book of matches. He
flew off it and over the metal strip, then did an acid.
drop off the steps. He headed for the driveway. The
driveway was steep so there was no way she could
catch him. He had no way to stop, and he needed to.
He was going 7 mph (fast for a rat) and the street
below was bumpy, even for human skaters. So Sam
jumped off his board. He died, not from the fall but
from being run over by the skate punk's car.
It was a horrible death. Sam's body lay with his
guts out, his eyes bulging out of his head and his
blood drying. The stench of a rotting day-old body,
and his tiny claws clenched tight showed there was
no more life in Sam the skate rat. The only one to
find Sam's body was the mom...she kicked his body
into the gutter.
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