With my overthinking habit, it felt as though four voices were clamoring within my mind simultaneously, each one vociferously protesting against the path I was considering. They bombarded me with an arsenal of logic and dire predictions for the future should I choose to walk that lovely path to heaven with Ava.However, when I looked at Ava's captivating face, her naked beauty with pink, perky breasts and a toned waist from daily military training radiating like a beacon of temptation, and her eyes—a maelstrom of desire and pleading—locked with mine, all semblance of reason dissipated into the ether. Her sexy lips and gentle touch, warm against my dick, spoke volumes more than any argument ever could."Fuck it," I muttered under my breath, my resolve crumbling like a million old ancient ruins.In that moment, I threw all my logic and my mind out the window straight to hell. I am going to heaven while chanting a holy mantra 'Just do it. Just do it. Just do it.'‘I will lead a different

Riding a tiger, one finds oneself trapped in a precarious situation, where dismounting threatens as much danger as continuing the perilous journey. In a similar vein, I found myself masquerading as a holy figure, wearing an Iron Man costume, gazing upon my naive followers with a mix of disbelief and pity for their stupidity.They even pled with tears and snot for help. People in desperation are people who would dare to do anything."Please help us, oh holy one!"It wasn't within my power to simply reveal the deception with a dramatic exclamation of ‘Surprise, you've been fooled!’‘It was bad to be a bad guy, right?’I could only continue to be a holy man, "The food I prepared for you, for whoever ate it had to follow my command! For all people with a symbol on their hand. You were the chosen one! Come, let me tell you a secret that God had given to you! Become a hero in this apocalypse time!"Thus, I became an apostle in the survivors' camp and some other camps because it was fun to f

Surveying the scene, I noticed the absence of some of Ava and Eva's belongings. It wasn't a case of kidnapping. I started to launch my overthinking ability, began piecing together the events from the subtle clues they had left behind.Firstly, a man materialized in the heart of the penthouse, his presence marked by a lone footprint that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Then, Ava and Eva, by their footprints, emerged from their respective spots—one from the bed and the other from the kitchen table—and moved towards the man. It seemed they recognized him, likely their father, given how quickly they rushed to him. It could be observed from the footprint size, width, and the part that hit the floor whether they were walking slowly, leaving complete footprints, or running with only part of their footprints visible. The different distance between each footprint told how they moved.For a moment, they stood together or hugging, a reunion of sorts, because their footprints got messy on one s

"You maggot! Were you even human?" the instructor bellowed, his disdain palpable as if he were born to insult people and enjoy the feast of stepping on the weaker guy. "How could you not finish a mere five laps? What did you do all day, masturbating? wasting your time and energy?"Rarely had I engaged in running; my entire world and my life pursuit of perfection revolved around becoming one with books, a realm where I had conquered over a thousand narratives. Unlike the athletes he so admired, I couldn't be measured on the same scale.My stomach churned with sharp pains, each breath a chaotic struggle for air, while he, in his physical superiority, reveled in belittling me. He was a vortex of negative energy, thriving on the humiliation of others to bolster his own fragile ego.It wasn't that I abhorred sports; it was the venom in his anger motivation that repelled me. I wasn't a soldier under his command, nor had I sought out his brutal form of encouragement. In an academic duel, I w

The man collapsed to the ground, his gaze locking onto mine with a fiery blend of shock and fury. "What the fuck are you doing!" he roared, his voice reverberating with indignation across the tense atmosphere of the mission room, drawing the attention of everyone present.With every muscle in my body tensed and my face contorted into an expression of sheer desperation, I lunged forward to confront him once more. "You slept with my girlfriend, you bastard!"Despite the blood that was smeared across his face, a twisted smile curled the corners of his lips. He smoothly extracted a military knife from its sheath at his side, brandishing it with a menacing grace. "Another crazy guy?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain."Stop it!" the urgency in the security officer's on the mission room voice cut through the chaos as he swiftly intervened, drawing closer to us. "What is this all about?""This bastard slept with my girlfriend and then discarded her," I accused, my voice thick with