Free Fiction! Effort

Here’s a free drabble for you! Be careful at the gym, folks. Pride doesn’t build muscles…

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He loved bulking more than anything. Screw those pretty boys with the flat abs and chiseled jaws, because Einar had his ancestors’ body, born from a thousand years of Viking raids. Thick with muscle, empowered by history, he gripped the barbell, ready to bench a weight that bent the metal.

One. His arms shook a little.

Two. He kept his bloodshot eyes on the ceiling.

Three. A little more shaking. The plates rattled.

Four. Tension built in his neck. He shook his head, refusing a spotter.

One more.

Five. His right arm snapped. He never got a chance to scream.

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