Ten thousand years from now, the earth's sun will die. This is, of course, no surprise at all. Scientists have speculated the sun's death time and time again. And after all, no one can love forever. Not one living thing can indefinitely postpone the end of it's life.
I lie in bed awaiting death... my head in my hands... sweating and praying... desperate to escape my fate... but fate, as we all know very well, is inescapable. Only then do I understand what really matters. The realization of all the time I have wasted, and the people I wish I hadn't pushed away, and the things I wish I still had time to do, and things I wish I never did, hits me; a solid blow to the gut. Doubled over in pain...
Cigarette smoke. Gasoline. Rust.
The smells that fill my beat up junker of a car.
Bright flashes of memories.
Laughing with friends... being stupid.
Voices.
Some yelling. Others singing.
Then,
Darkness. Silence.
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RandomSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.