Post by grimben on Mar 25, 2006 15:44:00 GMT -5
~ The Darkness of Earth~ By grimben a.k.a. Ben Rude
Chapter 1
It’s been two millennia since the first time I been in this place, and it seems ancient and in ruins. I had always thought it would stand the test of time. It didn’t look as forbidding as it did before. It had been a place of violence.
The amphitheater of my time didn’t look as prominent in size. It didn’t look as vibrant and alive as it once was.
I wasn’t very familiar to the technology of the new age. It seems I am still stuck to olden times. I knew that the new technology of the age will destroy itself soon. What happened to times when people admired nature?
A passing truck emitted fumes that made me choke. I felt a pain in my chest and I knew this couldn’t be healthy. I walked through the darkness and came across a sign that read:
-Il Coliseum- ( The Coliseum)
Is that what they called it these days? It seemed like a lot more to me. It didn’t express the pain it brought to so many. Of course I know many of the languages in the world including English. I was about to enter the stadium when I was stopped by a security guard. He obviously didn’t want me hear. But I wasn’t about to comply.
“ Dove pensate state andando?” (Where do you think you’re going?)
“ Perche io noon puo entrare?” (Why I can’t enter?)
“ Non siete consentiti per entrare senza un passaggio e una guida di giro !” ,
(You’re not permitted to enter without a pass and a tour guide!) the guard screamed. I was sick and tired of these ‘authorities’. I disappeared into thin air. The guard was speechless, but later mumbled, “ Stavo vendendo le cose,” (Was I seeing things?)
...
I then appeared in the interior of the abandoned stadium. Everything was worn out just like I expected. But what really did I expect? I’ve been gone for two millenniums and expect this place to survive with these ruthless animals called humans.
You may be wondering what am I ? How could I survive two millenniums when the average life span of a human is sixty seven? How could I have been a gladiator and live to the day to scare the mucus out of a security guard. Well the fact of the matter is, I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what my nationality is. Even though my native language is Latin I know English well. I know is my name is Tart. I will tell you of my life.
I'll just post the first chapter to see people's reaction.
Chapter 1
It’s been two millennia since the first time I been in this place, and it seems ancient and in ruins. I had always thought it would stand the test of time. It didn’t look as forbidding as it did before. It had been a place of violence.
The amphitheater of my time didn’t look as prominent in size. It didn’t look as vibrant and alive as it once was.
I wasn’t very familiar to the technology of the new age. It seems I am still stuck to olden times. I knew that the new technology of the age will destroy itself soon. What happened to times when people admired nature?
A passing truck emitted fumes that made me choke. I felt a pain in my chest and I knew this couldn’t be healthy. I walked through the darkness and came across a sign that read:
-Il Coliseum- ( The Coliseum)
Is that what they called it these days? It seemed like a lot more to me. It didn’t express the pain it brought to so many. Of course I know many of the languages in the world including English. I was about to enter the stadium when I was stopped by a security guard. He obviously didn’t want me hear. But I wasn’t about to comply.
“ Dove pensate state andando?” (Where do you think you’re going?)
“ Perche io noon puo entrare?” (Why I can’t enter?)
“ Non siete consentiti per entrare senza un passaggio e una guida di giro !” ,
(You’re not permitted to enter without a pass and a tour guide!) the guard screamed. I was sick and tired of these ‘authorities’. I disappeared into thin air. The guard was speechless, but later mumbled, “ Stavo vendendo le cose,” (Was I seeing things?)
...
I then appeared in the interior of the abandoned stadium. Everything was worn out just like I expected. But what really did I expect? I’ve been gone for two millenniums and expect this place to survive with these ruthless animals called humans.
You may be wondering what am I ? How could I survive two millenniums when the average life span of a human is sixty seven? How could I have been a gladiator and live to the day to scare the mucus out of a security guard. Well the fact of the matter is, I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what my nationality is. Even though my native language is Latin I know English well. I know is my name is Tart. I will tell you of my life.
I'll just post the first chapter to see people's reaction.