Mother Earth Hits Harder Than Me

I hit hard

In the heart of Baltimore’s bustling cityscape, beneath the shrouded veil of moonlight, lived Ethan, a seemingly ordinary man with an extraordinary secret. His outward demeanor bore the subtle charm of an antiquarian, the kind history had a hard time erasing. Yet, within him, lived a seasoned martial artist, his skills honed to a razor’s edge. Ethan’s life was a delicate tapestry of two worlds, the peaceful antiquarian and the fierce martial artist, both coexisting in the bustling underbelly of The city.

Ethan’s life took an unexpected turn when he crossed paths with an ominous figure, a nefarious man with malevolent intentions. It was under the gloomy shadows of the JFX Bridge, where Ethan first sensed the impending danger. The aura of malice that surrounded this stranger was palpable, causing the calm waters of Ethan’s spirit to ripple.

As the attacker lunged, his movements were wild yet precise, like a predator. Ethan flowed into his defensive stance effortlessly, his demeanor changing from that of a mild-mannered antiquarian to a seasoned fighter. His eyes, now hardened, followed the attacker’s every move. He dodged, weaved, and parried the ruthless onslaught, unleashing his warrior spirit.

The climactic moment arrived as the attacker readied for what he intended to be a final, brutal strike. It was then that Ethan surged forward. With a swift pivot, he disrupted the attacker’s balance and executed a flawless Ugly throw. The attacker, caught off-guard, was swiftly disarmed and fell helplessly to the cold, hard ground.

Mother Earth hits hard. Ethan execution this ugly throw with the help of Mother Nature knowing the outcome..

Ethan stood alone under the JFX Bridge, his heart pounding, the attacker lying unconscious at his feet. His transformation back into the quiet antiquarian was as swift as it was necessary. In the silence of the night, with the city’s relentless spirit echoing around him, Ethan’s life regained a semblance of its tranquil rhythm.

Eathan was the one who went home.

This story is fiction. The name was not changed because it was not real. Things like this happen too often. Take responsibility for yourself so you can be the one who goes home