Random Short Stories

Time Stop

I always aspired to be like my father, learning from his mistakes and trying to be a better person. My father was never afraid to talk about the past, sometimes remembering got to be to much or he did not see the point in answering my innumerable questions. But mostly he answered, and most of the time I would learn something tangible, information I could store away and use later, or I would just be entertained by the crazy things he had done. However, and I don't remember how it all started, he would talk about how over the years when his fight or flight instinct kicked in he had gained control over it. It gave him more power to act but he could choose how to use it.

Our home life, it may not have been perfect. But my parents weren't saints, they were sinners just like everyone else. My mother was emotionally distant at times, and my father could fill a room so much so that everyone else in it became smaller. Maybe that was part of the reason my body flicked the switch

Or maybe it was something else, I honestly don't know. What I do know is that from a young age I could do it.

My fight or flight instinct would kick in, my body would start to act and then

Pause

Time just slowed down,

And in that moment, the blink of an eye I would think,

What should I do?

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After that whatever I had decided I acted upon, and once my mind had decided and my body was being put to work doing that action time resumed its natural course. It was never something I was taught, it just happened.

Like the flick of a switch.