Fifty word story: The ride


  

My bike was my world. 

When I rode the metal God, it became the whole world. My body spread the fire of life itself, while the purring monster provided the soundtrack. 

I deserve to be worshipped as the creator I am.

Woman and screaming metal king combined in flames.

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