The heat of the sun, beat onto the synthetic grass track. I walked up to the starting line and positioned myself, ready to sprint like my life depended on it."BANG"The gunfire went of and I took of sprinting. My foot pushing off the rough texture of the grass as I accelerated in speed. My hands swung naturally besides me, to keep my balance, I felt the breeze sweep across my lower arms as I tore down the lane.I heard the crowd cheering, which became fainter and fainter as I focused on the rhythm of my feet, slamming on the ground with each step, and my heartbeat, screaming at me for attention. They slowly fell into synchronisation as I went faster and faster.I felt free as I ran, like I was running away from everything that pulled me down, like I was about to fly. Free from the earth and the gravity that has bound me to it since my miserable existence.Finally, I felt a soft velvety ribbon across my chest and I realised, that it was over. I had finished the race and finished first place.The crown cheered and cheered as I was presented with a trophy, while I was there, I looked back at the moments that brought me here.All the 5 am practice sessions, all the sore ankles, all the sleepless nights all the failures and all the success.All that had ever mattered to me.
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Paradise of Peace
Historia CortaA collection of excerpts and short texts with the theme of peace. Enjoy :)