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There was once a man....


There was once a man who lived in a
creaky house. This house was special in the fact it was 500 years old
and still with out need of repair. This man was in fact the owner of
this house and also 500 years old, he was called Yet, due to the fact
he was yet to die. Rumors of his age and house spread, more of them
about the house being cursed and allowing him to suffer forever. Due
to the overwhelming number of rumors Yet retreated to his creaky
house to live a life of solitude and loneliness only to venture out
to fetch food from the grocer and or to visit a relative, mainly
funerals. Another 100 years passed and the house and man still
remain, neither aging one-day through the 100 years. His legend grew
dim with time and he was referred only to the old man as his
reputation was discredited, only the older generation knowing of the
truth behind his age. Eventually as time came and went the house and
man became not even myth, he was forgotten as the people became
consumed with their lives only and ignoring anything else. Yet saw
this and became saddened by this progression of the world he loved,
what could he do to correct this, he had power that was for sure. For
one week he stayed in his house pondering the problem and the
solution, on the first day of the next week, people say they saw a
flash and heard a boom, authorities claim it was a bomb. Peoples
curiosity dead from the use of technology didn’t question the
police and accepted that another person had blown themselves up. The
old house and Yet had disappeared, presumed dead, though that was it
appeared to those who looked. Where is Yet, what did he do? These are
questions still discussed by those older people who remember the
legend of the house and the man who resided in it. The day that this
occurred it started to rain and it didn’t stop, all around the
world rain poured, only the prior old man knew what was happen, the
world mourning the loss of its creator crying itself to sleep….



The End


this is one of the few short stories I have written.. I think I'll put up two more tonight and just see what you folks think eh!

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