Tess runs because she has too. She is neither escaping, nor living, nor running towards something, but more because she is afraid that she will go mad. Tess can feel what other people are feeling-- more than her own emotions. Afraid of what she will become, she is devastated to realize that her abilities are still strengthening.
When I was young I believed in fairy tales. Not the sort where a beautiful princess is tormented by the powers of evil and rescued by a devastatingly intelligent and glamorous prince who, afterwards, went on to live happily boring lives. The fairy tales I believed in were always people becoming who they really were. I remember writing a story of a princess whose only dream was to live the simple life of a peasant. I had never really believed in the great forces of evil that showed up in stories all the time. Sure, I had a concept that there was evil, but to me it had no form. I lived in that happy, naive belief until He appeared in my life.
Running is like breathing. It becomes second nature after you’ve done it for a while. I expect a baby has to concentrate on breathing for the first while. By the time they’re a few hours old they don’t have to think about it anymore. I’ve been running so long that I don’t even think about it anymore.
Sometimes I feel the surprise or sense that someone is wondering why I’m running. I know that I don’t look like a casual runner or jogger. When I run I sprint, flat out, like a thoroughbred horse. Sometimes I trot along like a wolf, eyes down in front of me, concentrating on nothing but moving along swiftly and steadily. I sometimes wonder if I seem like an animal to the people who pass me in the streets.
In a small town people stop and wonder. They send pity, sympathy, and wonder after me. But, strangely enough, in a bigger city, minds close against noticing things like me. I don’t exist to the big city world and to me that is just fine. It is easier to lose yourself in a big city than anywhere else. There are so many people that I can come to believe that I am nothing more than a shadow, a memory, or a dream of some poet from a time long ago.
Chaos on Earth began with an evil snake in the garden, peace can be restored by a Divine snake from the light of the small chandelier that has no power source. Can Jenny and Joseph get help from the planet Jupiter, in time?
Heaven sent us an angel. She could be your neighbor. Her friends call her Megan, but when her eyes are glowing, everyone calls her Ember Reign.
Megan Martin was an average teenager. She felt cheated when her grandfather died and grandmother
