adventure writing by Ed, age 11

Ruin - by Ed

Enormous wings, looking like a bee - they float down like they want something. But what? Chop! Chop! Chop! They jump out and try to chase me but I hop onto my motorbike. Where should I go? I thought to myself. As quickly as my bike could go, I raced forward like an Olympian runner. Where will I go?