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« Last post by Oli-Forever on March 30, 2025, 08:37:15 PM »
I ran down the street, doing my best imitation of what could only be described as a pursuit of a relentless killing machine. My anger at all the shadows I saw in the world focused and manifested into a semi-existent being about 20 meters ahead of me.
I ran and ran, faster and faster, until I reached the invisible figure, shaking with fear at how relentless my speed was. I hurled myself forward onto the grass, grabbing it by it's non-existent neck. I knew any Force I felt when I hit the ground would be nothing compared to what it would. It looked up at me in fear, but also a clear with a clear wave of anger and desperation for vindacacy that led to me not hesitating for a single moment. No regret, no remorse, no feeling except pure vengeance. I drove my fist down like a truck. Over and over again. I heard it's imaginary skull crack like a watermelon. Still, I didn't care, still ramming my fist into the Earth, now completely blinded by the sheer hatred I felt for this thing. And now, it was gone. Expunged from my being. I looked around, and was thankful to find no one had seen my lunatic outburst. I stood up wiping the dirt and wet stains from my clothes, turned around, and headed home. My knees and knuckles starting to ache as I made my way down the street.
Everyone needed to express their inner violence. If only you get hurt, that's still okay.
A short story I just jotted down based on thoughts passing through my head as I'm deciding to reinvent my life routine and do more exercise to get out my pent up stress and anger fueled by world events.
(Title obviously inspired by the Sia song which I love so very much)
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