Spirit's of Death
As the sword struck me, I choked and pure red blood gushed out of my mouth like a waterfall. I staggered around the room, choking, and gasping for air as the murder just laughed at me. He kept laughing. And laughing. And laughing. And never stopped. I collapsed and opened my eyes. The last thing I saw was cold, icy blue eyes filled with laughter as he lifted is sword, now covered with my blood, into the air with triumph. I coughed out some more blood and then.
Black.
Silence.
Nothing.
It's 5000 years later and my spirit is wandering around the Earth, having no control on what was happening and what I was doing. Occasionally, I bumped into other spirits like my one true loved. But since I was dead, I felt nothing for him but tears streamed down my ghostly face. The sun was dying out and people all over were dying. Some spirits already got burned in the sun. It was scary. Murders left and right. The elderly dying peacefully in their sleep. I wished I could've died peacefully.
The sun is almost gone. Time on Earth is running out. In a few seconds our gorgeous planet will blow up. This will be the end of everyone and everything. Even the immortal. 10…
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Time is running out.
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I love you mom and dad and Harry, Ron and all my friends. Goodbye once again.
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Goodbye.
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Black.
Silence.
Nothing.