wildcard07 wrote...

He was standing there and patiently waiting for the arival of the one who can give him his youth and valour back. The one who calles himself Valnerik.

The raindrops continued to hammer everything around him but Charlie could not see anyone and his old battered body and the coolness of the night began to creep in on him. The voice in his head skreaming in pain and agony "Run! It's not worth it!"

And just as the fear came there was a sudden change in Charlie's mood. He is here...

Making people comfortable was one of the specialities of Valnerik.

wildcard07 wrote...

"And different it should be". Charlie thought to himslef. His addiction to alcohol and other substances has finaly exhausted his ability to drift through life. He has lost everything: family, friends, work but most importantly he has lost the ability to remember of who he was and the journey that was ment for him. Reabilitation from addiction was an incredible journey. Understanding addiction is understanding yourself. Because with craves for anouther hit came dispare and loss or willingness to live. Understanding your weakness is facing your most vulnarable self.

Charlie finally could hear familiar voices of the doctors who took him through the worst. His final check was due today. He did not fear the future, he only feared temptation. And temptation is a tricky mistress who knows when and how to tempt you.

wildcard07 wrote...

The long and wide corridor was lightly lit and was decorated with the state issued prints proclaiming the great vision of the leaders of the new Soviet leadership. His old life was already over the moment he did not board that train. Looking plainly on his heart broken partner. The betrayal did not hurt him as much as the knowledge that they will never know the real reason for his defection. One thing was clear his new life would be in the east.

wildcard07 wrote...

Life was flowing from day to day taking no passengers with it. Like an express train on the subway speeding past the platform, filled with eager souls waiting to depart. They all know its coming but none of them can board it. They all want to be on it. But know one is getting on. That was just the luck of our hero. He always had his thoughts to keep him gloomy and forever wrapped in his own misery. He knew that they were a primal anchor within his life. But they were not about to stop. Even the little incident that happened to him last night failed to jump start his journey from the pathetic existence his mind resolved for his soul. It all started...  

wildcard07 wrote...

Its a strange feeling understanding what's happening but not being able to change anything. One minute you seem to be in control and perfectly aware of the surrounding ignorance that is your world. Its like looking into fire with its welcoming warmth and pleasant appearance but the closer you get the more obvious the destruction and chaos it brings. At first a heart stopping vibration shook the plane and then that noise. Oh that terrible noise it was as the plane was screaming for mercy in its dying moments from its creator.

That sound of a whaling plane surprisingly brought me neither fear or despair but rather a quite contempt for if my life was to be over then over it will and what a more ironic way to die then in plane. The thought of it even put a smile to my face. But one thing i noted was that nothing was like i thought it would be. I guess nothing ever was. One thing was clear however while one of my chapters was coming to an end the other one was just beginning.