Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #74

Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #74

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.

The words rang in his ears as his legs screamed in pain, bent and broken in so many ways.

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.
His lungs were pierced with shattered bone, it hurt to breathe, but still he moved, still he crawled along the stone floor of the pit. He left a trail of blood behind him.

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.

He remembered the sensation of falling a great distance, of wind rushing past his face, of darkness swallowing him whole.
Black.

Crack.
Every bone in his body SCREAMED at him, his arms were useless, bent around the wrong way, bones visible outside of his elbows. Red hot pokers had replaces his nerves, searing and unbearable. His legs were turned to dust, his spine barely intact enough to allow him to move. His left eye was obscured with sticky blood. Still he crawled. The words stuck in his mind, for he wasn’t dead yet.
But he felt the kiss of black, darkness closing on his vision. Was this the way it was always meant to be? Was this what he was destined for? The pain was too much, and his mind began to fade. The last thing he saw before unconsciousness claimed him was the blurry outline of a man…

 

A man set cross legged above a crystal clear underground lake. He was perched upon a small rock that jutted out out of the cave wall, the only interruption in the seemingly perfect face of the cavern. His beard was long and unkempt, curled up on the floor in a heap. His hair was long too, similar in length to his beard. He was attempting to put his soul at rest, similar to the calm of the lake, but to no avail. When the small, rough made golem came running towards him chirping and whooping he stood up. He took his walking stick, crystals illuminating his blue eyes as he stepped forward to greet the minuscule messenger. He understood what it said quite well, leaning on his stick. He had no clothes except for the tattered pants he wore, grey, for the color had been bleached out long ago. After the small friend had finished, he rubbed it under the chin and broke off a piece of rose colored crystal from the stone tablet he wore on his back. The small messenger saw it and chirped happily as he tossed the crystal to the stone figure. It joyfully munched as he walked off in search of what the little creature had told him of. A man who had tumbled from that height couldn’t, shouldn’t be alive, but he would have to see, his walking stick making a rhythmic tap as he leapt from stepping stone to stepping stone upon the clear water.

End of Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #74

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.

The words rang in his ears as his legs screamed in pain, bent and broken in so many ways.

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.
His lungs were pierced with shattered bone, it hurt to breathe, but still he moved, still he crawled along the stone floor of the pit. He left a trail of blood behind him.

NOT.

DEAD.

YET.

He remembered the sensation of falling a great distance, of wind rushing past his face, of darkness swallowing him whole.
Black.

Crack.
Every bone in his body SCREAMED at him, his arms were useless, bent around the wrong way, bones visible outside of his elbows. Red hot pokers had replaces his nerves, searing and unbearable. His legs were turned to dust, his spine barely intact enough to allow him to move. His left eye was obscured with sticky blood. Still he crawled. The words stuck in his mind, for he wasn’t dead yet.
But he felt the kiss of black, darkness closing on his vision. Was this the way it was always meant to be? Was this what he was destined for? The pain was too much, and his mind began to fade. The last thing he saw before unconsciousness claimed him was the blurry outline of a man…

 

A man set cross legged above a crystal clear underground lake. He was perched upon a small rock that jutted out out of the cave wall, the only interruption in the seemingly perfect face of the cavern. His beard was long and unkempt, curled up on the floor in a heap. His hair was long too, similar in length to his beard. He was attempting to put his soul at rest, similar to the calm of the lake, but to no avail. When the small, rough made golem came running towards him chirping and whooping he stood up. He took his walking stick, crystals illuminating his blue eyes as he stepped forward to greet the miniscule messenger. He understood what it said quite well, leaning on his stick. He had no clothes except for the tattered pants he wore, grey, for the color had been bleached out long ago. After the small friend had finished, he rubbed it under the chin and broke off a piece of rose colored crystal from the stone tablet he wore on his back. The small messenger saw it and chirped happily as he tossed the crystal to the stone figure. It joyfully munched as he walked off in search of what the little creature had told him of. A man who had tumbled from that height couldn’t, shouldn’t be alive, but he would have to see, his walking stick making a rhythmic tap as he leapt from stepping stone to stepping stone upon the clear water.

End of Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #74

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