I work with a group of teen writers every week, and every once & awhile our editor (my co-facilitator) will lead us in a writing exercise. I don’t really consider myself much of a writer, so when I actually do write something, it’s fun to see what comes out. Here’s what I wrote last time:

ride of my life

sparkly lights twinkle as
the laughter echoes through

cachunk, cachunk, cachunk

this hot summer night
is like the ride of my life

traveling fast through the air
and back down again

cachunk, cachunk, cachunk

I see cotton candy smiles
and escape into the high

that is bound to leave me
dizzy and sick