PHQ-Nickname: Szaladin
Halfquake: Seventh Heaven
Level: 29
Total kills: 595,623
Birthday: October 16th 1990
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Ticking Clocks 03 - The Border |
Mood: | weird |
Type: | Story |
Added: | January 09th 2010, 22:09:00 |
Visits: | 1648 |
Series: | [ Ticking Clocks ] |
Rating: | 5/5 (Votes: 1) |
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Description: Three - Borders |
I was standing on a little hill. A basically stupid idea - exposing myself to the wind. But finally I was able to see it: The border to the worst part of my journey.
Standing on a hill in the middle of the Cold I took a look around.
I looked back.
A hilly white view. The patchy chess board pattern made of hills and dents that has been my home for such a long time. A hard journey lies behind me, but my tent was of good use. Down in the dents and between the hills the wind has been bareable. Surviveable.
-No footprints, the wind made them vanish in minutes out here.
I looked forward.
The coldest part of the Cold. A blinding white plane hauted by winds and snow. Nothing else to see from here. Fuck.
I don't know what will be there.
I don't know why I'm here.
I don't know why it has to be so fucking cold.
I checked my flanks.
Interesting. A white plane. As if my way back is being consumed by that what's ahead of me. As if there was no way back. But I'm not sure if there is a way forward at all. |
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