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100wordsTitle: 'Fragment'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Your instincts tell you to keep away. But your footsteps keep urging you nearer. The fragment of the brain that's responsible for your forward momentum refuses to be controlled by the portion devoted to good, old, reliable common sense.
That's the trick, though, isn't it? What is common sense, when common sense no longer seems to make sense? It's a riddle for the ages, but you don't have time to play. All you have time for is to get away, and to get away quickly.
If only your feet would cooperate with your mind.
Too bad you passed that point.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Your instincts tell you to keep away. But your footsteps keep urging you nearer. The fragment of the brain that's responsible for your forward momentum refuses to be controlled by the portion devoted to good, old, reliable common sense.
That's the trick, though, isn't it? What is common sense, when common sense no longer seems to make sense? It's a riddle for the ages, but you don't have time to play. All you have time for is to get away, and to get away quickly.
If only your feet would cooperate with your mind.
Too bad you passed that point.
