An answer to a secret. by Crooked-Raven, literature
Literature
An answer to a secret.
I don't really get the point of life. Aren't we all going to die in the end anyway?
Of course we are, and isn't that amazing?
Doesn't that make the time you have so absolutely, wonderfully incredible? The knowledge that your story shall end, and it could happen in a trillion radiantly different ways, yet the tale is told on. When we watch a play, listen to a song or read a book, we don't focus on the fact it shall end. We thrive in the telling, we relish the tale and all of it's sparks and pitfalls. To stop and appreciate the fact that even though our story is rushing past our heads, we can still enjoy it any way we like.
Life isn't short,
Travellers first step by Crooked-Raven, literature
Literature
Travellers first step
Jack had no reason to believe he was immortal. He had never died before, so how could he tell?
His older brother used to joke that Jack would outlast him, now it looks like that was a certainty. Immortality. The concept seemed so vast, so expansive. The sight of all those years ahead left him with a sense of vertigo, as if he had looked over the edge of a bottomless cliff.
His senses came back to him.
Sitting in the hospital, under the sterile white of the walls, he thought how his brother would react when he told him. He'd probably laugh, as if it was a joke, yet he'd believe every word. His laugh. There'd be that sense of fondness for hi