The Stories of a boy: October 2013

Ho there

Though you may not notice, I wrote something.. For your own good, read it.. if not... don't read.. if you want to, just read it.. even if you feel reluctant to do it, just read... even if you feel like it's a waste of time, just read.. even if you don't want to read, read it.. I insist, read it.. what will you gain, you will just have to read it to find out.. if your lost on what I had suggested earlier, it is of great importance that you read it.. if you do not know what "it" is, than continue reading it.. and while your reading it, if you are still reading this, then I have just wasted your time reading something pointless to begin with... but it shows that you are a dedicated reader (maybe) and I compliment you on that.. as a reward..

WELCOME TO MY STORY!!!
...and enjoy...
....and to be clear, when i say my story, i meant by these works of fiction written by me.

p.s.
Comment it anyway you want, whether its a rant or a suggestion, I will read them and keep it in mind.. but mind you, I may not be around for it to happen so.... yeah... thanks...

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Ghost Guardian

On the day of the apocalypse, I died saving the girl I love. But what awaits me was not the afterlife that many have preached. No, instead, I came back to the world of the living, but not in physical form. I became a ghost.

I had mixed feelings at first. On one hand, I won't be able to go to the hereafter, on the other, I can still remain beside her. But there is more cons than pros the way I see it. She will not be able to see me nor make any form of interaction with me. I can't do anything for her. Anything, except to protect her.

It would seem that my new form has granted me to see the true evil behind the end of the world. All these natural disasters were caused by invisible monsters that disturbed nature, causing all sorts of destruction on to the world. And I have the power to stop it. Well, those who turned into what I am.

I am no mere ghost. Because of the bond I have with her and my last act of sacrifice, I was given a second chance to stop the world from ending. I became a sort of wild-life warrior, protecting nature, but minus the whole hippie/hipster mentality on saving the trees and protesting and junk. No, I only exist cause I can stop the disasters. I can stop the monsters from causing the world further harm. I can become a Guardian Specter for the world. But most importantly, for Her.