Creative writing time...
I thought I'd do some creative story writing for the heck of it. Tell me what you think.
Axiom flopped down on his bed. Slim but muscular, his body ached from the days exertion. Work was brutal. Or rather, the people at work were. Some new societal changes may have come in with 2053, but common courtesy didn't seem to be one of them. He stroked his tiger tattoo on both forearms and decided he needed to try put his day away.
He sat down to meditate. Meditating was a popular pastime among many people nowadays. Large groups didn't do it either because they didn't want to or because of Religious reasons. Axiom thought these reasons to be narrow-minded.
He tried to clear the fog of his thoughts. When meditating and content, focusing ones happiness was like shaping and controlling torrents of the energy surrounding him into a sphere of silvery air, where he would then use it to give himself strength for the next day. He would need it.
He shifted his position slightly and winced as the bruises came into contact with the bed. Clearing his frustration while was like shooting rays at a fog to make it disappear, but today it didn't seem to be working quite right.
He stopped. Something felt seriously wrong. The fog of pain and anguish was not vanishing from his usual attempts. It almost seemed to condense. He made a mental note to himself to see his martial arts master to have it sorted out. Axiom dismissed the condensing he thought he sensed and sank deeper into his trance. It was this decision that would change his life forever.
Suddenly he awoke from his trance. At least, he thought he did. He still felt the clarity and focus residing within him. But he was wide awake, staring into the mirror, his heart racing. Was he going to die? The anguish and pain tightened around him, suffocating as it took root deep within his core. He wished with what he thought was his last thought and prayed for the injustice of the world to stop.
That prayer halted abruptly as he gasped from the odd spasms throughout his body. His muscles twitched and convulsed, making his breathing erratic. He knew he was changing, but how could he? What was going wrong? Nothing possibly could, he had done this a thousand times before. He could only stare into the mirror as he felt himself change, and could only watch look into his own eyes as his pupils turned into the slits of a cat.
