My gut was screaming, but I had my headphones on and was busy listening to my favorite song. I didn't pay attention to the disaster waiting for me just around the corner. Nothing was the same after I took that turn. The carnage ripped me apart with a velocity which is quite hard to explain. I could hear people's faint whispers as they pointed at me since I looked like quite a spectacle, with my unkept hair, bloody bruised body and dusty clothes. I guess that this time the joke was on me.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
