Victoria aut Veritatem_Race it out._A change for the better._What's next?
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Victoria aut Veritatem
Breathe, just breathe.“Slow your breathing… Calm your heart rate… Concentrate on the task at hand… Remember your training. It is not very different from your training… Don’t be nervous. Desperate people do stupid things.”The words of her trainer, Orsula, flitted through her mind and served their purpose to help the woman calm herself and concentrate on the immediate future. She barely registered as the arena above was suddenly filled with the deafening roar of the mob, which greeted the early entrance of the reigning champion. The guard, who stood beside the woman in the passage, pulled a le...
Race it out.
Hello there, thank you for clicking on this. I'm just experimenting, I don't expect it to be written well(especially in the grammar and the pov parts), but if you have a chance to read it, I hope you like it :) God love and bless you.This is absurd. What was I thinking, joining this race when I don't have a license? Never have I been behind the wheel, but tonight will be the first. The hairs on my skin are on edge as I reach a small building, lit by dim lights. The crumpled paper in my hand read the exact address I was told to come to. Larry's Lounge. Butterflies stir in my stomach and get unb...
A change for the better.
The ticking of the clock gave away the seconds that passed, though it felt more like an eternity. Nervous fingers fidgeted with the sleeves they were contained in until a small Rubiks cube was slid across the table. The eyes that were previously darting all over the place suddenly stilled at the object. A shaky breath was exhaled before a hand reached towards the cube, immerging into the patterns to make it whole again."Take your time to think about what you wanted to say, we're not in a hurry," said a soft voice, breaking the silence. A curt nod was given as response, with eyes glued to the o...
What's next?
Since the phone call I had barely put the violin down — well to be honest, the violin had become an extension of my hand for the past twenty-two years — but the last few days were especially intense. It was finally happening. My own solo at Konzerthaus. The placwww.onedoor.cce where my passion for this bizarre, wonderful instrument had begun. I was six, maybe seven years old. Most likely six, because my brother was yet to be born. It was just me and my parents on holiday in Berlin. I still have no idea what had gotten into them and they decided to drag me along to a concert of classical music at Konzerthaus...