You there! Yes! you. I'm talking to you, so drop what you're doing a listen. This is a story about how a caught a fly, with my bare hands. Actually one hand. You might be interested to hear how I did it. Well I'm here to tell you how, but you must calm down and listen.
It was a morning like no other, the sun was out of his cage and the moon had just gone to bed. It was awesome, as I stretched the world seemed to stretch with me. I could feel my tendons sing with joy and as let go of the stretch I felt my lungs suck up the fresh air around me. It was time to login to steemit.
Siting, was that easy part, reading the new articles, as they came into existence, took some time. However, my brain was not giving me any ideas. It was like siting at a bar with all these beautiful women around you, and none would give you a hint of an eye contract. I was brain dead.
To make matter's worse, a fly had trapped itself in with me. Buzzing around my head, annoying the living daylights out of me. I tried everything, from opening a window to calling a SWAT team. Nothing worked.
For hours this fly had taken away the best years of my life, killing any chance of my happiness to grow. I begged and pleaded with the Gods to help me vanquish this pest, but I was like a crying tree falling in a lonely forest, they ignored me.
As the Gods were solving the worlds hunger problem and appointing Trump to the White House, it dawned on me. It had been a while, could I do it after so many years? So I closed my eyes and focused, like a lioness ready to pounce, and then it happened, I extended my hand like a slingshot and grabbed the air with the force of a thousand nukes.
I opened my eyes, and looked at my hand, the pain would have brought a mountain to its knees. Did I do it, I asked myself. I could not see the fly anywhere. I took a deep breath and opened my hand...
The fly was dead, murdered, squashed it was gone, the life was no more.
The End.