It Was Written In Parkour Novels & Stories

“As if I do parkour in my spare time.” There was a ledge on the lower window, and I noticed a gutter installed on the wall close to it. I pulled up my leather jacket sleeves and lightly ran for a jump to get a high start. I climbed the downspout until I was at level with the ledge, and I swung my body to the left and extended my arm. My fingers could barely reach the jutting bricks, so I crept to it and dangled at the bottom of the windowsill.

Jorge argued. "Who said so? If you think so, it just shows how narrow-minded you are. If you’ve ever seen videos of the world’s top parkour athletes, you’d know that a 10-foot gap is nothing," Frederick replied, and started demonstrating.

He was outside a coffee shop, under the shade of a wide umbrella nursing a cup of coffee when he saw a couple of teenagers running in his direction, most of them had their phones and cameras in hand pointing toward the sky, while some people who didn't have their phones were looking towards the same direction in horror. He was curious to know what was in the sky that was so interesting and horrific at the same time, so he got out from under the umbrella and looked up to see a figure jumping from one roof to another. 'Parkour!' He thought to himself in alarm. He was an athlete but he would never be caught dead involving himself in any extreme sport like parkour. Even though it was horrifying