The night IT chose me was to be my last.
It was the year of our Lord, 1891, and I was dying. I lay upon my bed, covered in sweat, my heart beating slower by the minute when IT came.
IT came as a shadow, looming over me. I thought IT was an angel at first, come to take me to the Lord then I realized. I was meant for Hell. This must be a demon! I began to thrash around, trying to get away. I was not ready! This was too soon!
Then IT leaned down over my pale body, a whispered something in my ear. Something I would think about for centuries. Then IT touched my forehead with IT's bony fingers and I blacked out instantly.
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I came to, laying on silken sheets with new, soft clothes fit for a king. Yet here I was, a simple peasant with not a penny to spare! My eyes flickered open and something came to my attention.
Where is the creak of my bones as I move? Where is the pain? I slowly sat up and stared at my hands. They where not the wrinkled hands that gripped my cane, but the soft, long fingered hands of a boy! I jumped out of bed and ran to a mirror. I ran in a way I haven't in twenty years!
As I stared into the mirror, a different face then my normal, wrinkled face stared back. In the mirror lay reflected a young man in his mid-teens with raven black hair and bright blue eyes. Full lips separated slightly as I gasped.
How was this possible?
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Immortality
Short StoryWhen immortality strikes, it picks the most unlikely souls to spend eternity on this blessed Earth. This is the journey of one such being. What shall become of his future? Will he lead virtue and redemption? Or lies and revenge? This is a story of l...
