Free To Focus Novels & Stories

He just destroyed my face. “You are never focused and that should change. You should think of nothing while in a battle. Keep your focus on your enemy's intentions and his weapons. Lack of focus has grave consequences and you just got one of it. You'll be pardoned for now after this I won't help you with wounds” OH, now what's going on? I'm not in any battle here. “I'm not in a battle, am I? ” If I am then get this chains off me and let me show you how good a fighter I am. I wanted to add.

Why can't I just have one good and easy thing? Just one? At the despairing thought, the tornado of light picks up, and from the startled flick that Fredja gives, she notices it too. “Come on, let's get this over with,” she says. “What do I do?” She studies me for a few seconds before she turns to the open space, her eyes blank as if in deep thought. After a while, her gaze intensifies, and she turns back to me. Her voice cuts through the oppressive silence. "Pull your focus in. Find the storm of your emotions.”

Ryαn continued‚ his voice stronger‚ “worrying won’t get you αnywhere. Focus will. Discipline will. You cαn hαve every dreαm in the world‚ but without consistency αnd hαrd work‚ they’ll just stαy αs dreαms.” Students were nodding‚ whispering to eαch other‚ cleαrly pαying αttention. His eyes flicked αcross the room‚ αnd for α brief second‚ they lαnded on me. My chest tightened‚ αnd I quickly looked αwαy.

“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?” “Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!” “What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!” Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”

Oh, I so love being naked. How’s your focus now? Ah, I seem to have your full attention on me... and I mean full attention. You look a little uncomfortable, I see. Why don’t you loosen up and relax, take off your clothes too. I know you’re dying to get some release, so come on... take it all off... let go of all your confining fears and keep your mind on me. Looks like your angry little friend down there wants to get some air... and some respite. Come on, take off your pants, let me give you a reason why staying attentive and focused is so damn rewarding.

"What does that have to do with me?" "Lawson spends every day in misery now, and all he thinks about is you. He's at my house every day and no longer handles pack affairs. The whole pack has already fallen under his Beta's control. As long as you go and make things clear so he stops thinking about you, I'll have ways to help him pull himself together." The more Judy spoke, the harder she sobbed. I watched quietly, unmoved. "This has nothing to do with me. I've already made things very clear to him. Not to mention I don't want to see him. As for you and your pup… What does that have to do with me?"

--- --- Clearer. --- --- And finally— --- Free. --- ---

“What does that mean?” “It means you’re training to avoid failure, not to achieve control.” I stilled. “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” he said. “It’s not.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I asked. “Shift your focus.” “To what?” “To control.” “I am focusing on control.” “No,” he said. “You’re focusing on not losing.” I opened my mouth… then stopped. Damn it. He was right again. “I hate that,” I muttered.

I am here for a singular purpose, and I must focus on it. “Okay, Annatoria,” I said to myself as I reached for a notepad and pen. “Focus.” My feet started to move. “Do not lose guard.”

The embarassment I'd feel getting caught gawking at the enemy would scar me for a while and I hoped I'd never feel it either. “Emotion? It’s a damn spell you’re not pouring your heart out. I just need to know how to control the elements.” He fussed, his face showed clear agitation but a small part of me was relishing in his irritable state. “You don’t control the elements. You are the vessel they pass through, you are controlled by them.” I pulled my palm up in front of me aimed towards the dummies he had placed up to practice on. With everything in me, I focused my mind on them and tugged at the polished red strand dangling in my brain.