The sunset was gleaming. I heard a hum of noise while I was balancing on my board. I saw fish swim by. With the bubbles floating up, I was like an iceberg.
It was a blur rushing down to the ground. My cheeks were flapping around like a bird. When I looked down I could see a wrecked ship and a massive pile of blue liquid. I tried to reach out to the string.
My best friend and I were skateboarding down the abandoned highway at midday. We were alone. We watched mounds of dirt zoom by as we went by. We saw the skidmarks of cars that had gone down this road. My friend was trying to do a trick but failed. I went over to him to see if he was okay. Luckily he was fine. Then we got up and started skating again. We heard dingos howling like the wind as we skated by. In the distance we could see mountains of stone towering over us, putting us in the shadows. It was a hot and dry day. We viewed dead dry bushes as we passed. We were focussing like mad, trying not to fall over. I could smell the dust under my nose. The rolling of the wheels echoed across the valley.