Your weightless. Running swiftly over the ground as a bird would fly smoothly in the sky. Time slows down. Every nerve and sense in your body heightened. The fast knocking of your heart against your chest. The motion of your arms thrusting against your sides. The pumping of your legs increasing in stride. The soft propelling of your feet off the ground. The gentle whistling of the wind against your face. The rapid rising and falling of your chest as you breath in quickly. Your flying, lifting off the ground; and where the sky and horizon touch, you shall truly fly.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
