The Nature of Humanity_It Only Takes A Little Step_Sleep is When I'm Most Vulnerable_slow swim
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The Nature of Humanity
Warning: Substance Abuse/Child AbuseThe Nature of HumanityGarrett stood at a lean 6ft, or at least he would have had he not developed a stoop. The funny side of life wasn’t lost on him. He had spent his childhood trying to go unnoticed, mainly by his mother and her endless string of boyfriends but also from the other kids at the trailer park who seemed to make it their mission to terrorise him. Now here he was, finally having mastered the art of invisibility. Quite often he would muse that it’s the only skill his mother ever taught him. How to blend and not be seen or heard for fear of the co...
It Only Takes A Little Step
Hi, I'm Khiro, your average, 19-year-old boy, who just happens to be a hero. Hero, you ask? Yes, I'm a hero. I'm not widely known, not like other heroes. I'm just a small-timer who tries his best to help the City. My power is telekinesis, and I'm really good at it. Only problem? I'm probably the most scared person you'll meet. And yet, my mother wanted so much of me, and, out of peer pressure, I joined the one and only, 'Hands of Justice'. The Hands of Justice are the best heroes in the world, where upon getting abilities, you get the opportunity to join. Gradually, the better you get, the hig...
Sleep is When I'm Most Vulnerable
I didn’t want to talk to this stranger. By much evidence in the past, I could clearly state that anyone I met ended up becoming my enemy. By now, I was starting to believe I was a curse. All I ever did was try to help people. Why did they turn on me in the end? “I should probably be leaving,” I hesitantly said to the albino sitting in front of me. She looked up and adjusted her glasses. “Why? You came here for some purpose, I’m sure. You can wait here with me until the library opens. It won’t be much longer.” She looked almost like she dwww.onedoor.ccidn’t want me to go. And, well, where would I go? Home, i...
slow swim
"You'll never know unless you try," my big sister Tasha said sarcastically. I looked over the edge at the blue ocean waters with a gut sharp desire to jump. The ability to swim was no longer known to us, so Tasha knew I wouldn't be able to do it. She liked calling me out on my seemingly illogical ideas. She'd thrown in all the rational reasons why I shouldn't, and I'd just lean deeper into my instincts. Both of our parents died in a boating accident a decade and a half ago. I took on a fascination with water and an optimistic viewpoint of life after they passed, whereas Tasha became the opposi...