Little somthing That I do in my spare time.... an Autobiography of a character that I made..

The beginning, How should I start. I was a young man about the age of 17, my mother and father died when I was a child only to be left out on the streets with other refuges of the same fait as mine. At this tender age I was willing to do anything for some hot food and a place to sleep, Yet alone, never afraid. It was until one night of the icy winds from the north and the low shine of the deep emotional moon with a wide shimmer on the dark streets of the inner slums of the city. The cold winds wiping and tearing through my layers of torn rags. Bordering the brink of exhaustion almost near death, when I looked up I saw the cold and devious eyes of a figure beneath the screaming shadows. Yet beneath all the shadows the extreme sense of a hate and love took over my body, I tried to get up but the cold was taking over my body with every breath I had, as soon as I blinked this devious figure was gone.
The next morning I woke up underneath a few layers of fine blankets and the sweet smell of the morning dew. As I was awakening there was yet the same eyes over me but, my eyes were closed, as soon as I opened my eyes they were gone. It was daylight a bright and cold day. The winds from the north still not subsided. As I uncovered my self with the layers of blankets. A woman short and pudgy with a long green and scarlet dress barged in, carrying black garments and shoes. As she walked closer I could see her eyes, green like the screaming ocean in a raging storm of at sea. As if she was mindless walked sighlently to the rear end of the gigantic bed laid the garments and walked away closing behind her the door. Yet still, I was confused with the location that I was at and how I had ended up in here. The room was very large, almost as if it was fit for a prince. The ceiling was dark with shadows, a few murals of dark figures on the wall. There was only one door and one window with large panes and giant dark blue drapes hanging over them. I took some time looking throughout the massive room, still having no observation at were I was at and how I had gotten there. I slowly got up and moved towards the garments that were assumedly left for me by the mindless woman that came in. Everything was black. Although I had never really had any other cloths to wear besides my few layers of rags. As I finished acquiring all of my strength to walk out. I walked over to the door slowly with a calm sense of mortality. As I walked out into the main corridor the panorama view of the entire corridor was astonishing. Murals on the wall looked as if they were freshly painted but yet still old and musty. I walked down the left side of the corridor as if the feeling of an over whelming pain and sense of peace.


Im stuck.... suggestions....

Intresting story. Long to.That makes this a novella,because its not long enough to be book and not short enough to be short story.

Not to good, open for suggestions..


The beginning, How should I start. I was a young man about the age of 17, my mother and father died when I was a child only to be left out on the streets with other refuges of the same fait as mine. At this tender age I was willing to do anything for some hot food and a place to sleep, Yet alone, never afraid. It was until one night of the icy winds from the north and the low shine of the deep emotional moon with a wide shimmer on the dark streets of the inner slums of the city. The cold winds wiping and tearing through my layers of torn rags. Bordering the brink of exhaustion almost near death, when I looked up I saw the cold and devious eyes of a figure beneath the screaming shadows. Yet beneath all the shadows the extreme sense of a hate and love took over my body, I tried to get up but the cold was taking over my body with every breath I had, as soon as I blinked this devious figure was gone.
The next morning I woke up underneath a few layers of fine blankets and the sweet smell of the morning dew. As I was awakening there was yet the same eyes over me but, my eyes were closed, as soon as I opened my eyes they were gone. It was daylight a bright and cold day. The winds from the north still not subsided. As I uncovered my self with the layers of blankets. A woman short and pudgy with a long green and scarlet dress barged in, carrying black garments and shoes. As she walked closer I could see her eyes, green like the screaming ocean in a raging storm of at sea. As if she was mindless walked sighlently to the rear end of the gigantic bed laid the garments and walked away closing behind her the door. Yet still, I was confused with the location that I was at and how I had ended up in here. The room was very large, almost as if it was fit for a prince. The ceiling was dark with shadows, a few murals of dark figures on the wall. There was only one door and one window with large panes and giant dark blue drapes hanging over them. I took some time looking throughout the massive room, still having no observation at were I was at and how I had gotten there. I slowly got up and moved towards the garments that were assumedly left for me by the mindless woman that came in. Everything was black. Although I had never really had any other cloths to wear besides my few layers of rags. As I finished acquiring all of my strength to walk out. I walked over to the door slowly with a calm sense of mortality. As I walked out into the main corridor the panorama view of the entire corridor was astonishing. Murals on the wall looked as if they were freshly painted but yet still old and musty. I walked down the left side of the corridor as if the feeling of an over whelming pain and sense of peace.

ooo....i think it was very good...u payed good attention to detail..and the feeling,
of your surroundings...very nice!

Keep all of your work to one thread please.

Thanks.. a little weird that two of the same.. posts came up.. hrmmm strange..

Poem..

Never Young
Never Old
Never Looking back
Never To Bold
Never Said
Never Done
Never Born
Never Morned
Never Slept
Never Sleep