Nothing like a bit of utter nonsense to get you back to writing again. Freedom is the key, really - if I'm ever going to write seriously again, I need to be able to write for fun first.
My friend Arran gave me the theme for this one, which is about his motorbike.
As reincarnation went, being born again as a motorcycle wasn't bad. Especially when you'd been an alley cat in your last life. Granted, being taken apart and put together again differently took some getting used to, but Pouncy McFast was adaptable. Alley cats had to be, and old habits die hard.
Which wasn't always a good thing. The hardest part about being reborn a motorcycle was being, well, inanimate. Sure, he could move, but only when he was told to (although he retained a certain amount of control over the how), and he wasn't nearly as flexible and agile as he had been, nor as discreet. Those things were made up for by the way other creatures parted hastily to let him pass - the humans he'd once begged from and been kicked by were terrified of him now. The cars weren't, though. Next, thought Pouncy, I want to be reborn as a fire truck.
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