Fang Talks

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Ten minutes

And they’re running out fast.

A quick look at the clock stops my breathing. The quick advance of time always catches me off-guard, yet I still haven’t learned what to do about it. I see the seconds counting up, then dropping. Nine more minutes. I shouldn’t be wasting these precious moments on trivialities, oh no. Actions are what is of critical importance here. And they need to be done fast.

My fingers dance across the keyboard, a quick glance revealing two more minutes have flown by. What did I even do with all that time? Those five seconds of thought, were they longer than they felt like? I halt again, ponder, then get distracted. Shit, no, not like this. I haven’t lost this battle before, and I’d rather not have that happen by my own fault.

Five left, but I get stuck again. Rapid typing, then a couple strong jabs to the backspace key. It’s not right, it won’t do. Never have I held myself to a stricter standard than now, when requirements are the last thing I need. Dropped those by the wayside many miles back, they were only keeping me down anyway.

The clock. The time. Two minutes remaining. Surprised, again. I pick up the speed, but pace myself. I cannot afford to trip. The sub-par wordplay is in, a sprinkle of meta. Yes, this is it. This is what we fought for.

A couple seconds left. “Publish”. I made it, another post just in time.
~ Fang


  • 26/10/2016 (4:13 PM)

    I get into panics over time.

    Not about deadlines. About time passing.

    Which is useless and horrible, because there’s no way to make it stop.

    • 26/10/2016 (7:00 PM)

      I get where you’re coming from though. It just keeps going, no regards for you. All time passed has been lost. If you aren’t making the most of every passing second, it’s your fault, not time’s. That’s a lot of pressure.

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