Darren - Strength

I grew stronger, too. I was able to do push-ups and pull-ups now, as many as I liked. I didn’t have new muscles — none that I could see — but there was a strength flowing through me that hadn’t been there before. I had yet to test it properly but I believed it might be immense.

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The ball had just been kicked into the air by the goalie who I’d put sixteen goals past. It was coming toward me, so I stuck up my right hand to catch it. I did, but as I squeezed, my nails sunk in and burst it!

And when I was eating dinner at home that night, I wasn’t concentrating. I could hear our next-door neighbors having a fight and I was listening to their argument. I was eating french fries and hot dogs, and after a while I noticed the food was tougher than it should have been. I glanced down and realized I’d bitten the head off the fork and was chewing it to pieces! Luckily, no one saw, and I was able to slip it into the wastebasket as I was washing up.

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Cirque Du Freak: A Living Nightmare, Chapter 27