Running

Running, got to run faster. People are running with me, lots of people. Got to be the fastest, can’t fall behind. There are people yelling, screaming, got to up the pace. Somebody running beside me “come on! You have to run faster!”
My legs hurt, my chest is burning and my heart is beating so hard I think it’s going to break my ribs, not as bad as what will happen if I slow down. I push harder, the shouting man falls behind. I feel sick, I vomit my lunch up, all down my shirt, can’t stop to clean up. Feels like I’ve been running for hours.

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“I wonder what Mike is up to?” said one of the men at the table.
“I dunno, didn’t he have that thing this afternoon?” said a second
“Haha! I remember, he’s awfully keen! Do either of you two know what the fuck that noise is?” said the third

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Another bang, it’s almost deafening. It sounds like the screaming is getting louder. The crowds are denser. I run faster. I feel like I’m about to pass out. I pass the last person ahead of me, the way is clear. I break into a full sprint, pushing as hard as I can. I see lots of flashing lights. The screaming has become so loud I can’t even hear it any more. It feels like its been hours, but I think I might make it. The lights are blinding now. Fifty metres and I’m there, I’ve done it. Run faster dammit! I’m going to make it.

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News Report
Congratulations go to Michael Jones today for his world record breaking time at the London marathon, he had this to say:

“Thankyou, it feels wonderful, I’d just like to say something to my friends who’re probably sitting in some café in the city feeling smug: you owe me five grand, c---BLEEP---s”

In other news a city building collapsed today killing several customers at a cafe in central London……