Free To Focus Novels & Stories

“Just a little warm-up. Easy.” “Talking to yourself again?” Rain’s voice floated over from the porch, teasing as ever. I didn’t look up. “It’s called focus. You should try it sometime.” “I’m very focused,” he said, strolling over with that infuriating grin. “I’m focusing on how intensely you’re trying to intimidate a candle.” “It’s not intimidation. It’s discipline.” I took a slow breath, letting the magic rise like a tide inside me. “Now hush.” “Shutting up,” he said, not shutting up at all.

Some of the worriors showed respect, well others smirked when my name was mentioned. Roshan stood at the edge arm crossed and waiting. I hated him for that, not because he was there but because he made me feel I was walking a tightrope without a safety net. You're letting your thoughts control you, he said coming closer. "I'm focusing '' I replied I knew he wouldn see through the lie immediately. "You're not." Stepping closer , closer than usual. You need to focus iris , thinking of others, thinking of things that isn't here it's going to burn you.

It all happened so quickly that despite being completely taken aback at what had just happened, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. “You’re not present, Adolf. Your mind is somewhere else and it's preventing you from making the swift decisions that need to be made in order to outwit your enemies. You're holding onto a feeling of apprehension and it's hindering your performance, causing you to become vulnerable and easily defeated by those against you. It's clear that this lack of focus is what's keeping you from emerging victorious, but with the right kind of attention and dedication, this can all be turned around.”

It was so hard and unbearable, there was so much to listen to, abide to, and so much to do. ‘You know what, in order for me to be what I want to be, I have to concentrate on one thing, focus is the only thing I need. I have to look at my studies, fix myself and be able to control my emotions as much as I can. I have to forget about the past, every dirt that I got myself involved in and learn to let go of what let me go. I am tired, really tired of being taken for granted, of being lied to, cheated to, used, and played.

ZADEN I have a rule about distractions… Don't entertain them. It's not complicated, when I'm working I'm working, and everything outside of what's directly in front of me gets filed under not my problem right now and dealt with later or not at all depending on its actual level of importance. I built an empire on that kind of focus. You don't get to where I am by letting every little thing pull your attention sideways. So I genuinely cannot explain what happened on Wednesday night.

Sorry, I should have messaged. Alex: Alone? What happened? Hey, it’s no prob. Isis: Sigh. How about we have lunch together? If you’re free. Alex: For you, anything! Lol and also because I happen to be free lol. Isis: *face-palm* see you then! Alex: See ya love. Isis smiled. Avoiding Alex added to her stress and now she felt more in control. More capable of not thinking about Mr. Greyson and his relationship with the exceptionally intelligent and beautiful Ms. Green.

Not from pain or fear, but from relief. I was free.

I unfolded the pages and pushed them toward the three of them. "Perfect. I want to end every personal and financial tie between us." At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

We are free from everything. The End.

Every shift of weight. Every flicker of focus. I see it all.