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l point in my life. It was later in the year – winter time. I'd always liked the cold air. It was fre

d I was always caving into them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could've ever found on the internet, there were scores of prett

age sitting mere feet away from me with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in the right places; my nose c

and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student and I wasn't the captain of the football team – I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell ba

iced that I suddenly had a very odd superpower that just came out of nowhere. It was just a thing that happened. It wasn't something that

chilly out so I had opted not to wear a sweater. I lived in a city right by the beach in a great apartment building, so the air always carried the smell of the ocean breeze no matter the

bicycle came out of nowhere and barreled straight towards me. I gasped and panicked, throwing

; as though time had stopped. I looked around with wide eyes – the world around me was completely motionless. The tree leaves stopped rustling, cars on the early mor

otted a few people in the distance that were also stuck in mid-travel and the otherwise swaying tree limbs were stuck in a bent position. But the most striking thing to

rete. It was stunning and yet for some reason, it made perfect sense to

nd I began walking off toward my destination. I pretended as though everything was

back at the cyclist, who just kept ongoing. He had sped towards me because

all manner of wild theories in my mind from radioactive superpowers to me being an alien to being

and off like a light switch. It brought an amused grin to my face as everything moved in slow motion like I was hitting 'pause' o

versation so early in the morning and I was paid in kind by the other kids. But still, I couldn't help feeling on top of the world ri

lf excelling quickly as I got used to it. I soon had it down to simply doing it with a blink of my eyes. However, that would have for

ple drove by, or to see what people were doing in their cars. It was endless fun to watch people sing, eat, yell at thei

pened. I had somehow made it so that the birds were the only things that froze. It kind of