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If you told my younger self from five years ago that he would be a national runner-up, he probably wouldn’t believe it. He’d take you as a joker and tell you, “And I’m freaking Aquaman, dumbass.” But if you had told him he’d be a national runner-up in track—not soccer, his beloved sport—he would probably shit himself, and his head would explode into millions of unfixable pieces. As a kid, I tried nearly every sport known to humankind, from boxing to swimming to basketball, to the least-known ones like diving. I was a very athletic kid who li...
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When the black cat appeared for the fourth time that day, I thought he might’ve been a sign of luck. But I knew he wasn’t when I saw him a fifth time. He was clearly trying to lead me somewhere.Black cats are usually associated with witchcraft, monsters, and ghosts that haunt you in the dark. But I didn’t see it that way. For me, black cats were like four leaves clovers to some people or like the number seven to others—a sign of luck. This cat, though, was something different. I walked against the current of commuters that looked in an extre...
A chilling breeze swept through the corridors of the Grand Raven Hotel, banging the doors and making the floorboards creak. Darius didn’t find it pleasing that every corner of the hotel was filled with cobwebs mixed with the faint acrid odor of rusty furniture. Darius couldn’t go one step without feeling that his back was being followed, but every time he turned around, the feeling disappeared, and the image he would see was of old furniture and paintings—and sometimes an old light would flash on and off, accompanied by a cold gust of wind t...
As I leaned back against my friend’s car, I looked up into the sky, seeing the stars shine above me, hoping that one would come down and bless me with a good feeling, something that only beer wouldn’t do. The sour taste of failure lingered in my mouth, the clear feeling that I hadn’t been good enough. Anger boiled inside me, turning every single cell against me. My jaw clenched, my ears burned hot, and a tear was threatening to come down from my eye. I soaked it up.“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist on the car hood.“Man, you’re going to bre...
“You sure about this?” asked Brody, stepping inside the cabin. The wooden floor creaked as his foot touched the floor. “Here looks a little bit creepy.” “I’m sure it’s okay,” assured Thomas, brushing his curls out of his forehead. “My uncle used to live here. We can use it in here as a refuge for a few days, and then we can get the hell out of here.” “You better be telling the truth about this, Curlyshit.” Brody frowned, his eyebrows looking more like aunibroww than anything. “Because if we die here, I’ll make sure to kill you.” That didn’t ...
Have you ever tried roof jumping? Because if you have that nagging sensation deep down in your heart to do it, my recommendation is just don’t. Don’t go jumping off any rooftops, don’t try to take parkour classes in the Empire State building, or try to become Spider-Man by jumping into the air and trying to get webs out of your wrists. Believe me, it doesn’t work like that. You need what it’s called experience, something I did have, and at the same time, I didn’t want to have. My name is Chris Sawyer, and right now, I’m escaping from someone...
01/01/24Dear Diary: It’s January 1st, that means that it’s time to change, time to change the person that I was last year. New year, new me.I know that I didn’t achieved my goals like the past years. Instead of losing ten kilos I gained ten more; I only went to the gym the first week of January and my bank account almost lose all the money because I paid the year membership (it was in 10% discount!); and all my relationships were a fiasco, all because I was fat.But, I feel that this year is different, this year isn’t like all the others. I f...
The temperature was like nothing ever. The freezing chill controlled the streets in the heart of London, making it impossible to get a single ray of sunlight. Most people were in their houses, getting comfortable with cushions in front of the amber glow with a hot cup of tea. But the people who weren't at home were either working or wandering through the streets. People were wearing probably a thousand kilos of clothing just to keep themselves warm; their teeth wouldn’t stop tattering, and they had to keep moving to generate some heat. This ...
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