Let’s start again, shall we:) Let’s complete the story I start below.
He was out for running but he did not feel like it. On those days, he would still force himself. He started walking first, slowly gaining pace. When he was at an average pace, he heard a noise from the back. He looked and someone was calling him to stop. the guy did not look like he was out for running. [Your continuation goes here]
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The man approached him in an alarming speed with arms stretched out to him. His feet didn’t even look like he was touching the ground. A bead of sweat flow through his forehead upon the unusual sight, prompting him to turn tail and high tail it out of there.
Even though he ran as fast as he could, he couldn’t shake the figure behind him. Unfortunately, as he ran while keep looking behind him, he failed to see that he had run to the end of the pier and fell to icy water below.
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Oh no! Poor guy! I love this ending! Very intense!
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Your money is needed elsewhere.
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Can you elaborate?
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Stop! That’s a quarantine facility for those with corona.
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That is clever! Like it!
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😉
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He was seven feet tall. He had no legs, only caterpillar tracks where his legs should have been. As he rolled along the path a hummingbird rested on his shoulder. This was certainly unexpected.
The runner asked what the caterpillar leg man wanted.
The caterpillar leg man smiled.
“I thought you would like some pie.”
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Oh I like that! Very imaginative!
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Thank you.
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He stopped, worried, unsure, uncertain awaiting that strange man to come closer, as much as he wished to run. It felt as though he were stuck on a quagmire, the muscles of his legs weren’t moving but this heartbeat could put a drummer to shame! What was happening, he wanted to scream but his lungs were incapable of drawing air just to scream out, his throat felt parched and his hands were growing colder. That strange inched closer and suddenly large wings, a shade of white peppered with gold flapped open, a smile that wasn’t greeted him. I am dreaming, I am hallucinating, this is unreal!
He closed his eyes if that would make it disappear and felt a tingling sensation upon his shoulder, he could feel that strange man way too close to be true. Terrified, opening his eyes, blinded by a brightness, that strange man spoke,
“You don’t do anything in your afterlife as you would were you alive. Embrace this truth.”
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What an end! Such a good description of feelings too! Thank you for this great continuation!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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All of a sudden the man took off running towards me. Not knowing what was going on, I took off running away from him. I kept looking back over my shoulder as I was running and I couldn’t believe he was getting closer! Panting feverishly, I realized at any moment, he would reach me! All of a sudden I decided to stop running. I turned back to him and before I could say anything, he overtook me. It wasn’t him, but his essence; and just like that I was free. My past had overtaken me.
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Wow! The last sentence was a good ending! How often we run away from our past!
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He ran faster scared. This was New york after all, you couldn’t be to careful. But try as he did, he couldn’t lose the man. It pushed him to run as fast as he possibly could. He turned back to see the man pull out a gun and aim it at him. He tried to find cover but it was an open street. He heard the cock of the hammer and the blast of the gun being fired. He closed his eyes to prepare for his certain death. The bullet came close, he was sure this was it. Impact came and he felt…nothing. He woke up. It was another nightmare, a symptom of his PTSD.
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Awww, I was sure he was going to die! And I am glad he did not. How much and how long PTSD can affect people! This was a brilliant ending!
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Thank you. You inspired me
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❤️
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Wearing tattered clothes, the homeless man held out a worn cup and said “Hey buddy, can ya spare a dime?”… 🙂
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Oh, that is nice:) I hope he did spare a dime!
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