Angelo Ediriweera
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The curse of immortality
In midst of almost a millennia of harming the very being that I once was, I've come to a realization of exactly what I've become. There was once a time where I would have done anything for the acquisition of this gift, only now I realize that at the depth of all of its former glory and power, lies the truth, this is a curse, not a gift. I was once full of passion, ideas, goals and love. The lifespan of the average human is ridiculously short, this is what drove me to hunt and become what I am now. I used to think the short life of a human was misery in itself, I thought of all the goals that I wouldn't be able to achieve in a single lifetime and sought out creatures of the night to extend my existence. This was a grave mistake, for now I realize that having a short life is what makes a life worth living. The idea of ceasing to exist is what makes individuals flourish and go after what they want, and live their best lives as if there was no tomorrow.
By Angelo Ediriweera4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of a soulless night
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The luminescent light cast out by this ominous bright flame seemed to drawn me in. Closer, and closer, I could hear myself thinking that I should stop but before I knew it I found myself at the front door. It was almost like my body was in a state of hypnosis, I knew what had happened but had no explanation for how I got to the front door. A minute had passed and I stood there hyperventilating, trying to debunk what had just happened. “Am I dreaming? Did I fall and hit my head whilst running through the woods?” I had various thoughts coursing through my brain, as I stood there I was pushed by a shivering cold gust of wind blowing straight through the trees behind me, the sheer force of the wind pushed me onto the door, the door then opened, leaving me on the floor at the infamous cabin in the woods that no one had inhabited for a good two decades. As soon as I hit the ground I pushed myself back up and looked to the left, where I had previously seen the bright flame emanating from the cabin, to my shock there was nothing there, no candle or flame by the window. I took a deep breath and stood up, looked around the cabin for any evidence of another person, I was convinced Monty my childhood best friend was playing another prank on me. It was he who called me out here in the coldness of the night to explore the woods and contact the dead with an ouija board. On the chair by the old table by the window I found the Ouija board with the planchette over the “GOODBYE”. From this I gathered that it was Monty, and he had staged everything to frighten me, I look around for more clues, and shout out in search of him. Suddenly I heard a scream from outside the cabin, I turned around and ran out the open door. I searched for a good ten minutes and found nothing, no one around the cabin. Exhausted and cold I opened the door and entered the cabin once more.
By Angelo Ediriweera4 years ago in Fiction
