To the end and back: A short collection of stories

And death became his leave.

Yes. Finally. After so many tries. . .

Okay. I better start talking. I do not know how much time I have left. You see. . .
I am a human. And our species has a clock, for every man that is born. That clock counts down our time until death. But we can not see it ourselves. Only the others can. But they are not allowed to tell you, or they die.
My story, starts like any other. I was born as a citizen of the United Saates, but I left at the age of 24 to explore the worlds we had . . . Colonised. Until that time, I had finished college, got my MIT, and started working. After getting dumped by my girlfriend I was gonna propose to, I decided that I woyld like to take a leave from my regular life, so I left for India. I sfayed there for around 4 years. It was nothing like I had expected. Filthy, overcrowded. . . Shit everywhere.

All of my friends were glad to see me again. . . It would seem that they are far too glad. At first I thought that it was because they were happy that I returned, but. . . It was a week since I came back. And everyone is nice to me. . . I am afraid that. . . I am afraid that my clock is ticking down. That I only have a little bit of time left. . .

So I will do what I can.