Isaac Francis
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Slug and Salamander
Slug and Salamander By: Isaac Francis The streaks of water run down my cheeks and tickle my nerves with its cold, slimy hands. My head jerks to the left as I gasp for air and jerk back to the right. My feet are also fluttering. Everything moves in sync without a thought as to how to achieve each motion perfectly. The calm cycle of it all keeps my whole sense of thinking at ease. No care in the world. Suddenly, I hear a distorted ring of a bell. Springing up like a coil, I fly out the water, and the sun bathes me in light. My body shines with details of a muscular build. The water drip gives the sensation of oiling. I walk over to the locker room, and the heat splashes against my skinny body. As if I am cold, I shrivel when walking towards my lock door.
By Isaac Francis3 years ago in Futurism