Writing Prompt: Write about the feeling of racing something.
My muscles itched. It had been so long since I went so far so fast. This race would probably never end. Although my legs felt as if they were being pulled by a force unknown to me. However much they hurt, the freedom I felt....it...couldn't ever be explained. My legs were pumping, my chest was just a cage for my heart. It beat like thunder. My steps feeling like lightning, I arrived at my destination. I begin to wish that I could be free again. I will soon run again. I promise.
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Daily Writings
KurzgeschichtenSimilar to a diary. Full of short stories, emotions, hopes and dreams, imaginary worlds, friends I wish I had, and strange facts about me. Would you write with me?
