The Waiting Soul -- Under Major Editing

The Waiting Soul -- Under Major Editing

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They would come from all over the world. The tourist with their cameras and cellphones. Some had tour guides and were in larger groups, some were with just their families, and occasionally there would be one lone stranger. They wanted to see it. They wanted to know if it was true. The city itself was beautiful, or it had been a very long time ago. It's been centuries now. In a forgotten corner of the town, hidden in a gate enclosed courtyard, ivy vines covering most of the opening was a statue. The statue was intricately carved, with amazingly accurate detail. It was an amazing feat. The sculptor is unknown, and whoever the model was has never been discovered. It was a statue of a man, who appeared to be a king or royalty of some kind. No one really knows, and even more have forgotten that it even existed in the first place. But there is a legend. If you go to the statue and clasp your hand in his, if the two are meant to be the man will be freed from his stone imprisonment. Many have tried and failed. This is the story of the statue. ****SLOW UPDATES****
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Nothing in my life had ever made sense. They told me it was normal, I'd grow into who I was supposed to be, that things would get better; here I am now, going through the motions and wondering if this was really what I was destined to do for the rest of my life. Turns out, it wasn't. Nothing in my life had ever made sense but that was because my memories were fractured, pieces of a person I used to be, one I used to know lurking in the shadows of my dreams. I was just a normal guy trying to navigate the world but saying yes to everything and falling into the same monotony just wasn't cutting it anymore. I had a steady job, a pretty girl seemed interested in me and my 22nd birthday was coming up just before Christmas to give me something to look forward to. That all changed when I remembered her. I'd never forgotten her truly, blue was the only thing I knew and that Neptunian shade was so striking it stuck with me from the night she screamed at me in the rain but it wasn't until I found all the papers, the notes and crystals that I started to remember the world she lived in. One that wasn't my own and that had so much more to offer. It sounded crazy but I knew it was real and getting there, finding her and fixing the bridge that I'd unwittingly burned was going to be hard but I was ready to be more than a desk jockey typing my life away. I wanted to see the orange skies instead of the blue and find her sitting in a field of crystals again, staring at the stars.

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