an end to the begining (unfinished)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
start of the beginning that starts with the end

Submitted: June 14, 2019

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If somthing is real how can you prove it is real. If a word is spelled wrong y is it wrong. Do you still understand the word or does it become another word. Is the way people accept others how its supposed to be. To prove if something is real people check it based on their own specific standards, whether it’s poking it, deeply gazing at it, or just accepting it as if it was real to begin with. But why do people just accept it? When something bizarre appears before you or something equally weird happens. Is it best just to accept it, and make it part of reality? Or pretend it’s just a figment of our imaginations? If the world we live in was attacked by an outer force so powerful that we could compare them to gods. Would YOU pretend its a dream or accept it, because if you do accept it that means your journeys began, and it’s your turn to step up to the problem. There's only one way forward and it sure as hell ain’t behind us.


 

“You can’t just lay in bed all day bro”.”like hell i cant, its all nise and warm”. Smak! “What the fuck man leave me alone you fucken brown shit!”. “Your alarms been ringing for five minutes turn it off already”. “ i guess it is time to get up since im up alredy”. “ You know your moms a whore right?”.... “Jo?”

And that’s the last of the memories of whoever I was. I woke up under a bridge half submerged in the river the bridge goes over. I’ve been here for two days trying to remember but i got nothing. I’m not confused  or frightened, I just want to know what happend. The sun just went down, if any time to look around now would be the time. I don’t know who I was but I apparently didn't have much, no phone no wallet, nowhere to go. All my clothes on me besides a little wet and very smelly, seem almost 2 sizes to big. The more I think about who I was the more I get irritated that i can’t remember. Before I even realize it i’ve walked to the point where the bridge is far behind me. “Maybe following the bank isn’t the greatest plan.” A big bird flies over head. I decided to follow it, it wasn’t that I didn’t have a choice I just wanted to get away from the river.

The land all around the bridge seemed burnt to a crisp and smelt like sulfur. A few hot spots where glowing in the darkness. Was there a forest fire? A war? I don’t think i actually want the answer.  In the distance the moon was in a crescent shape and was falling behind the mountains….. “ Hold the phone???” The dark side of the moon is created by the earth's shadow hitting the big cheese ball. But the moon looks like it has been shattered. What's happened to this world?

“Hg euqe uhI?”  “yes sir, that is the lone survivor we have been looking for.” “ufggm uhi uygy  xb sy oqd gyxeqge euhx sbgkl, hex ehiy zbg q dyw wcl.” “Of course Lord.” “We will provide all the necessities so he can start.”

I can’t do anything my body is locked in place the shock of realizing that the world is dead and im all alone in it. I can't control my body as I begin to sink to the ground and cry. “Why do you cry?” “Because i'm alone.” “Even with your gift?” I quickly pick up my head in fear that something is talking to me. “WHERE AARE YOu?” “everywhere. You have been selected to be the next supreme being of this world.” With those final worlds knowledge fills my head. Knowledge of my new gift and my purpose in this barren land. And with that I must now think of how to create the world. What creatures and what templates for creatures and foliage.

 


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