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The Yearning Of Death
“Heeeyy! Where you going? Wait up!” a young man shouts from across the street. Standing at 5’ 8” roughly, his slender body navigating the crowd with ease. Dyed blonde hair, waving in the wind as he runs down a main street filled with traffic. With his hand up in the air, waving, he’s about to walk over a zebra crossing with haste. A horn goes off loudly for 5 or so seconds. “Hey watch it! It’s a CROSSING you fucker!” the young man shouts at the driver while waving his hand. The driver seems furious that a kid walked out onto the crossing without even looking either direction. The driver with a sour face starts flipping off the young man as he walks across.
“Hey man, I haven’t spoken to you in a while. What have you been up too?” The young boy speaking to a tall thin man, in his middle thirties. A scruffy brown beard, with a silver outlining from his age. With dark blue eyes, a scar on his lip. The scar was probably awarded to the man during a fight in his younger days. The left ear of this person seems to be clipped. Almost as if a train conductor took their ticket clipper, then clipped his earlobe with it.
A run down, dark blue suit, is this man’s attire. It doesn’t look cared for, at all. In fact, nothing this man is wearing looks cared for. Apart from his glasses, which are obviously prescription glasses with photochromic lenses, which react to the light. Even on a dark grey day, like today. His lenses have gotten darker, as he looks to the clouds in the sky. The frame of his glasses, thin and sleek, with small rectangle lenses.
“I haven’t been up to much, but I’m more worried about you, Darien. You REALLY should be looking both ways, even when using a CROSSING. Also, what’s with the hair now?”. Darien seems a bit flustered now that he showed his anger over something Darien considers a simple thing. “Tch, what do you expect. Driver’s nowadays, they never give priority to us walkers. So, screw em!” Darien screwed up his face in disgust. “But my HAIR! Now that’s a topic! It’s the fad! All the girls love young blondies nowadays.” Darien suddenly brushes his hair, in such a way, that he can do a stylish pose at the same time. “So, Mr Rick Murdoc, where are you heading? I’ll keep ya company and walk ya, I ain’t got nothing better to do.” Darien looks both ways as if to imitate the correct procedure, one should do, before walking onto a crossing. Rick ignores his false gesture and starts walking down the street.
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Rick taking long strides, with nothing in his hands. They wave back and forth like pendulums in a grandfather clock. Darien is taking twice as many steps just to keep up with Rick’s stride. “So, where you going? Hookers perhaps?” Darien smirks, probably hoping there might be some truth in what he has just said. “Work, some of us need to earn money. I’ve got bills to pay.” Rick retorts.
“Talking about bill’s and being paid…” As Darien’s sentence trails off. Rick finds himself being thrown from the street, onto the road. Something, someone, whatever it was, must have had a hefty weight behind it. It was almost like he was being pushed by a solid wall. Rick landed almost dead centre of the road, the on coming vehicles break’s engage, screeching can be heard all the way down the street. The vehicle, a truck, was articulated and carrying a heavy load. There was no way it could stop in time with all that weight behind it. Rick’s heart was thumping so hard at this point, he rolled him self backwards, legs overhead. With the sudden motion and speed, he ended up rolling to his feet, standing on the white lines in the middle of the road. The truck still passing by at a great speed, “Fuck…me…” Rick gasps while breathing hard and fast. The sound of an engine starts up, from the speed of the revs and the sudden throttling from the engine. The sound of a motorbike getting ready to take off, can be heard near by.
Rick is looking down at his hands, the shaking can be felt through out his body. Breathing is still heavy, the fear of death is still about. Darien’s voice can be heard, he is shouting something to Rick. “What? I…I Can’t hear you..” Rick, mumbling to himself. He starts to hear the motorbike again and still looking at Darien, he looks in the direction Darien is pointing, turning toward the sound. By the time Rick turns himself around, A red blur appears in front of him, his vision turns to black. With the sensation of Water being felt running over his face. It’s warmth bringing panic along with a high pitch ringing noise.
"It’s never ending. Pain, there is so much pain."
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A world where one would consider it a realm of fantasy, a world of strange lands, full of mysterious and deadly creatures. A world where mighty deities reside, where supernatural phenomena and magic is fact.
Long ago, the inhabitants of planet earth could only conceive of such a setting, within their wildest dreams and their imagination. Today, this fiction and fantasy will become reality.
Welcome to כל כדור הארץ
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