《A Forgotten Soul》Chapter 2: Well the World's Ending....
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It seems i was left behind….
I was thinking of looking around to see if there was anyone else left when i noticed that it was getting a lot dark rather quickly. And when i looked up, i saw numerous holes expanding turning the blue sky a pitch black. The moon that was slightly visible early despite being day had a number of large chunks taken out of it, and as the seconds went by they grew larger and larger just like the holes in the sky. And the sun was no exception. It was hard to tell with how bright the sun is, but there were a number of holes on the sun slowly eating away at it till it disappeared.
At this point, the streetlight turned on and the only thing illuminating the darkness were the weak fluorescent lights. But amidst all this, i still managed to make out the darkness that was slowly from a expanding from all sides. It was consuming anything it came across leave nothing but a pitch black darkness completely void of anything and everything.
I decided it wasn’t the best idea to remain here in the dark streets so i made my way to a cafe that was a bit too expensive for me and i made took a cup of coffee off of one of the counters, that was still a little lukewarm. I made my way to the second floor of the shop where i was able to get a nice view of the end of the world. Which was quite odd if you think about it.
There is no longer a sky, there’s no sun, and part of the world has already disappeared. But other than being extremely dark, it isn’t the least bit hot or cold. And everything is function perfectly despite the fact that the power lines should be cut by now.
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So i sat there in the second floor of a cafe drinking coffee waiting for God’s voice to say that this was just a joke, and that I've not been left here to die. And there i waited making a number of internal monologues and i had a flashback of what happened just a few minutes ago.
But of course nothing happened in that time,and the darkness that was literally erasing the very world around me grew ever closer. Yet, i was not scared. I suppose if faced with a life threatening situation i would be frantic but in normal situations there is still a sliver of hope, a chance of survival. But not here, not here where death is inevitable for everything dead and alive.
But it’s not like i didn’t have any regrets. There are many things I've yet to do or see. Especially because those bastards didn’t make a sequel to ***********, *********, or ********* yet!
Oh and it seems in the time I was making this little speech to myself, I’ve seemed to have lost a hand.
The right hand that was holding the cup coffee I was drinking disappeared. And unexpectedly, it didn’t hurt at all. It was just sort of missing you know. And as the darkness continued forward consuming more and more of my body, that’s all i could really feel. Not fear, nor pain, but a feeling that something is just simply missing.
So i watched as the darkness consumed me until it reached my head, causing me to lose my eyesight. But before my head was enveloped alongside the rest of my body, i spoke my finals words in this world.
“Well see ya world, it wasn’t really that nice knowing you……”
And with that i was consumed. The man known as Yuki Satou, no longer existed. The cafe i was in disappeared. And the rest of the world, the rest of the Universe turned to darkness.
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But in the large expanse of space devoid of anything, and everything. There existed a minuscule flame, a soul, shining dimly in the darkness. It was the soul of the one man left behind, the one man soul forgotten by God. It was the soul of the man formerly known as Yuki Satou.
Lol why am i even posting so many of these, this week. Well whatever basically the first 4 things i post are basically a long Prologue. So you're gonna need to wait a bit for the action. Well i'm tired, tell me if i messed up somewhere. Chapter 3 comes out sometime tomorrow probably.
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A Prose of Years
For decades, spiritualist Evert Kallstrom and his team have joined in humanity’s millennia-long fight against the beasts. Wielding their weapons and their ki, they fought and killed these great threats to civilization. And yet, despite their efforts, humanity was losing traction in the war. In the last fifty years alone, more cities had been overrun than in all of known history. While most thought the great beasts natural, a few knew the terrible truth. They were the product of a dark lord, who desired neither fame nor wealth nor power. Instead, his sole purpose was the genocide of humanity. While their peers dithered, a small faction of the strongest mankind had to offer—including Evert Kallstrom and his team—set out towards the Deadlands to find and confront this dark lord. After weeks of travel, twenty-one spiritualists found themselves approaching an ancient fortress wherein rested a being known only as the Eastern Guardian. All they found was death. But death has other plans for Evert. Evert bolts awake in his 16 year old body near his hometown, decades in the past. He is confused, poor and weak. But with grit, sweat, and years of experience, he won't let the future repeat itself. That level of strength won't be enough by itself (it wasn’t last time) and victory is hardly assured (he’ll need to reach farther and higher than he ever did), but Evert refuses to squander a second chance. [Other tags: First Person POV, Hard Magic, Faulty Memory] Volume 1 is complete and has been fully released. My current intention is not to write any sequel volumes. That said, I have also released appendices (SPOILERS) that cover the worldbuilding and future story-that-never-was. Comments suggesting fixes for grammar, misspellings, etc. appreciated. Note: If you came here from Candlelit Lives, these stories have nothing in common.
8 148God's Gambling Table
After the death of their father, six gods battle for the title of true god. As the battle rages on and the planet they govern begins to suffer, the weakest god proposes a change to the nature of their feud. A competition of sorts, a fight to the death by proxy. They would each choose a second and send them to their world. Last one standing wins. While the gods suspect foul-play; they realize that if they keep fighting as they have, they soon wouldn't have a world to rule. Unable to present any alternatives, the gods agree to this competition. NOTE: First time writing a long story like this one.
8 117World Game!
-:- Currently on indefinite hiatus -:- Kicked from her home, Sarah Weatherford finds herself struggling to survive everyday life. Having found what she hopes to be a relief from her day job, turns out to be a war for the fate of another planet entirely. Will Sarah make it to the top of the World Game Trading Card Game ladder? Will she be able to save her friend’s home? Card set list right here! : https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17cBjNBprDXuhNV0I-bDJ-w_vHkACgD-j7zNWSPu-lNI/edit?usp=sharing Follow here for updates on Twitter: https://twitter.com/WorldGameTCG
8 118Recursive Mirror, Hidden Shadows
It was but the slightest push to change the angle then one in one and that one in others calmly surprised, uproar I shush and despite the thought, it does not tangle an endless tunnel with its own druthers Light and dark, enhanced or dimmed in repose Recursive Mirror Hidden Shadows
8 227mistakes like this, hockstetter ✩ೃ
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. in which patrick hockstetter, a boy who is full of mistakes, comes across a girl who challenges him to be better.*·˚ ༘♡❨ EST. 2019 ❩ ✓ written by kaya.patrick hockstetter x fem!reader
8 105Hatake Pride
A Heartbeat... as unique to a person as a fingerprint or a retina scan... a heartbeat can tell someone anything if they listen hard enough... Kashin Hatake... a young boy with a dark past and a big secret. It's hard... being the special kid... the different kid... buts it harder when you are something everyone fears...
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