Far outside the abandoned village lay an overgrown forest. Within that forest was an old, broken bicycle. Many had passed the old, broken bicycle. Yet, it never was noticed by many. Those who saw the old, broken bicycle that was far from the abandoned village always thought of the old, broken bicycle as a disappointment. Tears passed and people passed, yet the old, broken bicycle still lay deep in the forest, coated in the winter snow. Now the light dimmed from the cooling sun, but the Forest was quiet. The Overgrown Forest, once full of sound, is now silent, except for the winter wind. Years passed and the sun went down for its final time., shadows engulfed the abandoned remains of a civilization of the past, however. Deep within the forest overgrown forest, there was a sound. A sound that broke the vow of silence of the world around. And with sound came a light, a dim, but welcomed sight. The final traveler of this dark, forgotten world approached and met the old, broken bicycle. The traveler took the old, broken bicycle, humming as they fixed the old, broken bicycle. The traveler kept his spirits high and goal insight, as they fixed the bicycle for one final ride, across the midnight sky, to see the finite amount of stars up in the sky.
I had to use the words Disappointment, Bicycle, and Village.
