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RunnerMy eyes. I'm staring into my own dull eyes.
The mirror in front of me shows me a person that isn't going anywhere. A young man in his early twenties. Tall, but nothing extraordinary. Messy brown hair. Eyes peeking over glasses. Green eyes that say "go." Eyes that feel like they've seen a lot. Eyes with bags under them. The man is tired.
God, I'm so tired.
I live in my dream land of sorts, daydreaming that I'm free, that I'm out in an open road somewhere, just running freely. No one to stop me, no one to lay a finger on me. No one to stare at my backside. What?
A woman's eyes. I can feel a woman's eyes glance over and hold their gaze at me. I try to shrug it off, but it's hard. Impossible. Why is she looking at me? Staring. My outfit is pretty standard. Blue jeans and a t-shirt wit
Take TwoNnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! God damn, the sound of an alarm clock is annoying. I'm sitting up at the edge of my bed, turning the switch on the clock to the off position. 6:00 on a Monday morning. My eyes plead for a few more moments in the "shut" position, just a few more minutes of pure relaxation, but I refuse. Resisting temptation is key, especially when it comes to sleep. If you give yourself just a few seconds, they turn to minutes and hours. And I don't have hours. I don't have time.
Do any of us?
It's too early to be thinking about questions such as these, but it seems with each passing day, that's all I'm doing. I get up and out of bed, the cool air of the house hitting my naked body as I shuffle to the closet to find my uniform. A gray polo shirt with black pants. The most boring uniform I have ever had the displ
ObliteratorThere was complete stillness and no sound to accompany it, other than my nearly silent breath. I took a few steps backwards and the sound echoed as my heavy boots clamped down upon the concrete. Step. Step. My sword slid elegantly from his large frame and my enemy slumped to the cold floor. Disgusting. No remorse. As I looked down at him I realized that I had come a long way. I wiped the wet blade along his tattered clothes and proceeded into the next room. Surely she must be there. After all, if not, what was the point?
I fell back in time.
It was our town's holiday. "Hero's Day." The day from which we were to obtain ambition and compassion and just become a stronger community. It was the day the legends spoke of, when the Great Hero of the past had risen before. A hero of determination.
Terra SuperumChapter One
"Dammit!" I exhaled, diving behind a thin steel wall. The gunshots hit the wall one at a time. One. Two. Three. Four. As soon as the fifth ping hit my ears, I jumped up from behind the small object and ran at full speed to the turret. As it reloaded, I listened for the sound. It was coming up quickly, and I heard the gears begin to turn from the machine. I dove under it, my chest sliding along the cold steel floor, my hands made contact with the floor as I slid, and I pushed myself up, and backwards, my feet flying up and into the air, kicking the turret hard and knocking it loose. I grabbed it within this split second and aimed it up at the ceiling, letting it shoot the machine that controlled it. The five shots caused an explosion, and I ran behind another steel wall to protect
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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