In the frigid accumulative weather in the arctic, a lone gladiator waits tentatively. Patiently waiting for prosecution. Far in the distance, a shadowy silhouette appears on the horizon, moving sluggishly slow but with caution. He turned around in a half circle to peer at the sea, as the waves relentlessly crashed and bombarded the cliff, spraying sea foam everywhere and creating a earthquake like effect. As He thought about it, it seemed like absolute suicide. As he thought that, he noticed the chill of the air, it seemed un-naturally still despite the sea, and gave him a eerie feeling that he couldn't shake off. All of a sudden as if he had been hit in the head, something snapped and he warped completely back to reality and became completely aware of all his surroundings for the first time, and immediately began to assess his options. It seemed as everything was a hindrance, and it infuriated him greatly but he still did not let that falter him. As he peered back onto the horizon, he saw that the silhouette had made progress and he had maybe 500 yards distance left before...It.. would reach him. He had to act fast.

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Texte: I own this writing, google owns the penguin.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.10.2011

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