Free To Focus Novels & Stories

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.

She sounded too calm, too detached. Ryan pushed away from the table slowly. His tired muscles protested the movement, but he ignored the discomfort. “Focus on one thing. Just one.” “I am trying,” she replied. “No,” he corrected her gently but firmly. “You are listening to everything. That is not the same as focusing.” She looked at him then. There was something sharper in her eyes now, less confusion and more clear awareness. “Then what am I supposed to do?” Ryan took a careful step closer, stopping just within reach. “You choose what matters most and hold onto it. Everything else has to be ignored, even if it keeps pushing in.”

In fact, it felt more like a freebie that came with purchasing the necklace. I threw the ring into the trash, just like how I threw my years of love and sincerity for Archer away. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Archer."

I looked out the window, frowning at myself before taking a deep breath, reminding myself of what I was doing and why. Focus, Ezra. The last thing you need right now is a distraction…

“Sell it. Loud. Five, six, seven, eight!” We hit motions. Blaire bumps my shoulder like a secret, stay with me. For a second the counts carry me. Then Serene’s voice knifes through, soft. “Maybe if some people stopped eyeing the captain, we’d keep our bases upright.” I turn. “Say it to my face, Serene.” She widens her eyes. “I’m saying focus matters.” “Focus on your kicks,” Blaire snaps, “they’re crying for help.” Sasha slices her gaze between us. “Enough. Face front.”

So by all rights, I can make things change to suit my wants, needs, and desires. “Okay, you can do this, Tie. You gotta focus. Focus all your energy on making something happen. Let’s start small. Focus on a knife, a little pocket knife. You can do this.” I know I’m crazy. I’m standing in a forest in my mind, in a magic prison, talking to myself. But don’t you dare judge me. I need some company, or I’ll go nuts.

Almost impressed. “Well,” they murmur. “That’s new.” I ignore them. My focus is on Leon. Only him. “You want control?” I say. “Yes.” “Then take it.” He frowns slightly. Processing. “What?” “I’m right here,” I continue, stepping forward as the last restraint shatters completely. Free. Finally. “Do it yourself.” Silence. Tension thickens instantly. Because now— this isn’t about the system. This isn’t about programming.

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.”

The pain was so intense it felt as if my flesh was exploding. As my consciousness began to drift, I noticed the floating numbers in front of my eyes rapidly decreasing. [Countdown: 24 hours, 27 minutes, 43 seconds.] [Countdown: 20 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds.] [Countdown: 15 hours, 39 minutes, 17 seconds.] … Finally, someone pulled Vanessa back, and she stopped. The timer froze at “4 hours, 1 minute, 25 seconds.” Ethan slowly walked over, looking down at me from his towering height.