post # 9 No More Running

post # 9

No More Running

Alberto was very scared, but he was also pissed off because not only had Layla shown him off, but she was also making him run. Alberto did not like to run, and he did not like to run fast, and he now especially did not like running from something. He was in the back of the pack, lingering more than what would still be considered a part of the pack.

“Shit, shit , shit,” Alberto huffed. The guy from the store, although being another fluffy man and having shorter legs, was catching up to him. He could hear his advancement by the familiar buzzing sound that Alberto recognized as a certain kind of taser. The guy had a taser and was old and was still chasing him - es loco!  

“Shit, shit , shit...fu-ck yo-u Layla.”

And then he gave up, “Fu-ck dis!”

Q#1: Do you like to run?

Q#2: Does giving up make you weak?

post # 8 Another Dream

Another Dream

“Then take it!”

“But you got to take it first though!” Layla took the Frosted Flakes and marched towards the end of the aisle. She held the cereal box with both hands to mockingly frame it for Alberto.

Tito was behind the desk watching with his ears while staring at a tv camera. His forefinger tapped impatiently on the surface of the desk - anxious to move. His Speedy Senses were tingling, something was about to happen.

He lunged forward swinging his legs out and over the desk. Naturally of course, they always run. And yet perversely he always ran faster. But they could fly, and alas he could not, so he couldn’t have caught them as quickly as he could if they were on foot. This qualified them as cheaters, but that’s to be expected of young criminals.

Once Viento caught up to them, there was no telling what he would do to them for their horrendous criminal actions.

And so he caught up to them. No mercy to the merciless! Viento jabbed them with lightning strikes. He was so fast that the witnesses could not even see him. He was so fast that the delinquents only saw the lightning flash rapidly around them. In response they had the chance to blink once in horror.

Viento zoomed back several paces in order to laugh at their pain. The delinquents were shocked. Once the pain processed, they disjointedly let out yelping and gasping reactions. Still, they turned around and kept moving.

Viento laughed heartily and didn't even realize that he forgot the cereal.

Q#1: Is Tito messed up in the head, or is Viento? Explain your reasoning.

post # 7 Running

Running

“Hey!” A loud voice boomed. Everyone heard this like gun shots in the air. The herd of young people stampeded out the place when they saw the clerk lunge from behind the counter.

Outside the weather was still as pleasant as it was twenty minutes ago. There were casual night breezes, people laughing jolly in the streets, the lights were on and faint music could be heard blasting from a far away car. Layla ran down Happiness with the two cereal boxes tucked under either arms. Adrenaline flowed through her system cracking a smile across her typically rigid scowl. She stopped at the end of the block where she let herself pant till her cool returned. Two smokers witnessed her private moment of serenity. She looked in their direction, in which they self-consciously finished observing her and thus proceeded to comment between each other. Layla heard a stampede coming in her direction. She of course already knew the animals who were coming, so she took her time turning around.

“LAYLA-AHHHHH! RUN!” And so she ran.

Q#1: Does this sound nice?

Q#2: Would you be happy too?

post # 6 Running from Tito Ortiz

Running from Tito Ortiz

Tito was about five foot five, in the past he has been praised for his blurred five mile dash back when he was in his high school's track team. Now he was in his early thirties, he had no lady, no kids, just a basic job with basic pay.

Sometimes he felt depressed for his life's turn out, but other times he felt enraged for life turning on him. He had won scholarships for his gifted yellow latin legs, but yet here he was handing out cigarettes and watching TV - all day, every day. Sometimes he simply could not believe himself.

.

He used to dream about his life - what was real and what was supposed to be real. Now all poor old Tito dreams about is being the Flash of his generation. In his head he calls himself Viento because he's so fast that people would mistake him for a strong breeze and sometimes even hurricanes depending on where he was at.

Still though his alter ego Viento was only a figment of his imagination, created for his soul's petty survival. Tito would come up with the most preposterous stories where Viento was very extra incredibly awesome. So when shit actually got real, Viento was ready.

He knew for sure that she wanted the Frosted Flakes, but a good "store clerk" doesn't flinch.

Q#1: Who is Tito Ortiz?

Q#2: Who is Viento?