The Genesis Project Chapter 1 & 2
A hooded figure dragged Amber through the mob. They shouted liar and spit at her. The figure forced her to a wagon, headed for the centre of the gallows.
The CAIR faked a jab and right hooked me so hard I flew backward, right into the dumpster. Pretty sure my jaw shattered in pieces.
Luna sipped cold tea, waiting for the man she’d been planning to kill all her life. She laid his picture on the table—the same picture she’d had for over twenty years. Would she recognize him?
I hacked up phlegm the size of a ping-pong ball and spat it onto the ground, the rain quickly demolishing it in a furious attack.
The more research I do, through reading books or scientific studies, the more I realize that finding a system that works for me to decrease pain or risk of injury and do the things I enjoy to my maximum potential (I hope), is all about finding my own one percent.