Night Run 🎶 | MacSwyft's Story: Part 1 - Faster Than Thought

MacSwyft’s sneakers hit the pavement like rapid-fire drum kicks—left-right-left-right—then he stopped. Dead in his tracks. Not because he was tired. He never really got tired. But because he had a question.

"If you ran faster than sound... would your own footsteps chase you?"

Nobody asked stuff like that. But MacSwyft did. All the time.

He was a blur with a brain, a nonstop energy wave in a red tracksuit, always moving, always wondering. Whether he was racing a falling leaf to the ground, drawing galaxies on scraps of paper, or tuning his portable speaker to match the BPM of his heartbeat, MacSwyft’s world never slowed down.

But even when he looked still—he wasn’t.
That mind? Zooming.

He had playlists labeled by foot speed. Sketchbooks filled with aerodynamic shoe designs. His internet history was full of things like “How fast can light jog?” and “Do particles get tired?”

People saw him as the hyper kid. The one always bouncing around, hard to keep up with.

But MacSwyft didn’t just want to be fast.

He wanted to be the fastest anything that ever existed.

Faster than memory.
Faster than doubt.
Faster than fear.

Tonight, under streetlights flickering like countdown signals, he stood on the edge of an overpass, portable speaker strapped across his chest, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The city blinked below.

Somewhere out there, someone had to be faster than him.

But not for long.