Just a little fun overlooking a steep cliff.

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Rolling down hill

Rolling down hill the person gathers speed.

They tumbled from the top and grasped at the weed.

Over the boulder they went banging on their knee.

Bouncing up and down like a windswept tree.

Arms waving and body bouncing in desperate need.

The hill gets steeper and their pockets are freed.

Stuff is flying out everywhere, everywhere indeed.

Their head has just bounced and it’s beginning to bleed.

The body continues downward and the souls been freed.

I wonder if I should tell someone or maybe just proceed.

The sheriff has arrived and he asks me about the deed.

Over the hill goes the sheriff and he is picking up speed.

I think I’ll leave this hill as it’s been to fun for me.

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  • Katie Marie on Aug 8, 2009

    Ha! You villian you. Pushing him down the hill. I wondered what the sheriff was doing there at the top of the piece. Loved the subtle turn at the end that tells the story.

  • JCHume on Aug 21, 2009

    Ha. I liked that a lot. If I had ever been creative enough to come up with that (or maybe psycho enough?) I think I would have used for the last line:

    I need to leave this hill. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve pee’d.

  • hfj on Sep 2, 2009

    I would throw you a rope, but i’m afraid it would end up around your neck. This was a nice read, especially about the sheriff picking up speed. Nice job.

  • Chris Marlowe II on Sep 9, 2009

    Dear Mr O’Neill,

    That was this repetitive dream of me you described here!

    Yours Truly,
    the One & Only
    Troll of Triond

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