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Sleep well my dear friend...

I followed him. He said i should leave him alone, that only he himself can find his own self. Should i listen to him? Or should i just let him to the void that i long so much for? The void that devours words, people, earth, everything? Or should i follow him and cease to exist?

Why? Why not?

After all he is my friend. Maybe not the most bright one, but he at least had a feeling of purpose in his life. Why shouldnt i follow him? Maybe i find my own purpose...

Only time will tell if fate will love me or will it be the good old “From ashes you were created and in ashes you will turn back again...”

-dreams of a man who lost his name...


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Follow me...

And i told him again, dont go there, there isnt anything for you there.
But he didnt listen. Like everytime as usual, i decided to follow him.
Maybe it was smart, who knows, how many times does somebody get a chance to see the stars?

I came back for you little man.

But why?

We dont let our... heirs... wander the earth like its their property.

Why return just now?

Thats for me to know and you to find out. But we should be going now. Do you want to see the third millenium alive? Its not like you have a choice...

...

Why did i ever agree to it? I remeber it like yesterday when he offered me that job, even though a few centuries passed since the signing of that contract... Eh, my own fault. Head always in the clouds, wandering the skies, looking for a way back to my homeworld. Its interesting how people can loose their ability to survive if they live a few generations on the colonies without any jobs and anything to worry about...


Demons of my past have converged on me again... Should i run away from them or should i accept them and their message? To avoid repating the error?


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Abandonment...


We abandoned it. A place we called our home for a few generations now. Terra Nova. Now its again a lifeless rock in a sea of other lifeless rocks in the void of space...


Where are you?
Nowhere.
What the hell do you mean? Didnt we pull you i---

The flash of light discovered the demon from whom i was running. He found me at last? How? Maybe its time to settle myself with the fact that thats the fate of every Earth's fugitive. Who knows, maybe he'll be mercifull. We shall see. Since the Higher ones destroyed Earth, they hunted every survivor till the last one...


Dont they know that we're alive like them?








These are sorta stories i have written 3 months ago, originally in croatian, and these are translations... They are somehow related one with the other so i'm posting them all together...
Skype: vrganjko
Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
and many miles be still to go,
but under a tall tree I will lie!

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Eternal follower...


The gray One, he follows every man in his footsteps, ready to cut him down if he strays from the path of life.
And on mans deathbed, he will be the last one standing and laughing.
He ponders what to do with the soul of man, to give it another life or send it to purgatory and let the angels decide what to do with the soul...
He himself was an angel, he fell from grace and his wings are no more. Holding only his scythe, riding a bony steed, angel clad in black, managing the hourglass of all living things. What he does not know that there exists a hourglass for him too. When that hourglass runs out, he can return to Heaven, casting away his scythe and his duty of the undertaker of humanity. Man will return to Eden once again, after millenias of exile and the primordial sin. Man will no longer be an exile, he will be reunited with his creator... Until man sins again. Its mans fate to sin and be cast down to earth again.

His fate is of hell itself.












random inspiration. anyone care to comment?
Skype: vrganjko
Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
and many miles be still to go,
but under a tall tree I will lie!

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Slightly disconnected, but well done.  I like the darker tone of the writing.  If it wasn't stated that it was the Grim Reaper, I would have guessed it was maybe a conversation between a Terran and a Shivan, discussing Shivan motives for the destruction of mankind.

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well, all of them are supposed to be standalone, and not really connected too much. its more that i'm trying to write so that everyone understands my writing in his own way. less so for the last one, that was an attempt on different writing, which my girl actually loves even tho i hate that particular piece...


thanks for the comment at least :)
Skype: vrganjko
Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
and many miles be still to go,
but under a tall tree I will lie!

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Offline Ransom

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You need to work on your grammar and punctuation. Capitalise your I's and get your apostrophes sorted out. You deserve props for not overusing commars to an absurd degree like a lot of inexperienced writers though.

That aside, the content itself is quite good. I like the unconventional way you handle conversations and such.

 

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well, the first three were translations from croatian, and the last one was... just random inspiration...


but thanks :) :D
Skype: vrganjko
Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
and many miles be still to go,
but under a tall tree I will lie!

The Apocalypse Project needs YOU! - recruiting info thread.