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Which Never Bend But Break Short Story

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Fourteen: which never bend, but break The problems arose when his power began to falter. He walked the cops down the street like a pack of domesticated dogs. The guns and badges were their collars. Magnetism was their leash. They had been shouting the usual commands: ‘halt,’ ‘stop,’ and ‘freeze’ chief among them. The stop sign was painted entirely red. Damian kept walking, bending the corner towards the library. But his pace was too quick—or maybe the cops were dragging behind. One broke away. The officer fired. The first bullet struck Damian in the forearm. He caught the third, fourth—the entire clip—tossed them to the ground like pennies. But the damage was done. Great literature exists in a vacuum. But what if it is burned? An unread …show more content…

And just like Jesus, he knew some of those around him wanted him dead. He could hear people on their cell phones speaking of the escaped convict, still in his orange jumpsuit, bleeding as he strolled through their manicured laws. He was bent on rectifying the sins of others. The lightheadedness seemed to lift him. He had purpose. Sixteen: only to bring them back In the stories he read many characters escaped prison but very few made it. It was as though the world would cruelly chew them up and spit them into the bottom of a can, back to where they came from. Damian was aware of the obstacles he faced. He had gone to great pains throughout his life to conceal his powers. It seemed like the most pragmatic move more than anything. He knew how people would look at him, treat him, if they found out. He would be a freak show. But every person has their limits. He could not say how much time had passed in prison but it had weighed on him like working too long in the sun, the iron chains around his ankles scorching hot, the arc of the sledgehammers like rainbows only in shape, each rock he pounded fracturing into tiny pieces that jabbed at his skin, many piercing it. There was very little hope in repetition except for those who knew only the other side. Every now and then he would jerk the police officers forward the way they would when he was handcuffed. He viscerally remembered the day he was stolen from his home, how they

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