The circle above the sea stood alone. As the world changed around it, it stood tall. On a narrow slice of rock overlooking the middle of a churning ocean, it slowly decayed.
When the heavens opened, and destruction rained down, the circle stood.
When the oceans rose and retreated, the circle stood.
When all trace of life on a lonely planet was gone, the circle stood strong.
On the crumbling stones were carved stories, pictures, memories, of lives forgotten. The gaps between stones were like eyes, empty, desolate, like a person who had walked through a wasteland and survived. In a way, the circle had.
The End.
Message from the writer :)
Thanks a million for reading this far. I know it's quite shit, but it is my first story. I was inspired to write it after my grandparents bought me to Stonehenge and the sheer age of it astounded me. Also, those who know where the video quote is from, hats off to you. It gave me existential crisis for months :)
Anyways, thanks again, hope it made you think a little. Follow, and I'll be coming out with more stories in the near future. Good luck all.
-Glen.
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Castle on the Rock
Historische RomaneÆssa, Kae, Wulf, Elyah, Rowan, Kathryn, Jimmy, Lily, Matthias, Lix, Frey. Eleven names. Eleven stories. Eleven ages and stages of human development. One stone monument.
