He ran away from the
flashing lights as quickly as he could, but he didn't feel any
further away. He was tripping over everything, stumbling, and trying
to regain his composure so he could make it away, home, wherever.
Screw bad nights at the club, he thought to himself.
He could consciously
process each particular movement of his feet as they took turns
hitting the ground, the slowly, but gradually rising up again to
repeat their cycle once again. Why does it have to feel so slow he
thought? Even when he leaped out in strides, it still just all
seemed. so. slow. I like it better on earth, the man thought as he
took another step on the moon.
Hmm.. I didn't hear,
was it B4? I'll have to double check-- BINGO! Someone yells.
She noticed the way
he'd been smiling at her for over ten minutes. How his teeth aligned
perfectly. She slowly drew in closer to him, so close she could smell
his warm breathe. “Your teeth look spectacular,” the dentist told
her patient.
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