So I have been getting into writing a lot recently. Mostly just random ideas that pop into my head. I sat down and just thought about immortality and wrote this up. I don't know how often I'll update, but I'll be sure to post whenever I finish one. Enjoy~
“What makes you so different from me?” asked the shorter of the two men standing atop the building.
“Well, I’ll feel my body crush at the bottom, and you won’t”
The two men stood alone, as the cold wind brushed the tears off their faces. They look down at the silent city ground where only the the neon lights of stores broadcasting food, alcohol, and cigarettes looked back at them. The shorter man looked at the taller man and stared at the scars he had accumulated over the years.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll feel the pain of every bone in my body break, every organ bleed out, and every drop of blood that leaves my body. And all you’ll feel is the wind blow past your body.”
“Won’t you die on impact? “
“I wish I could, I have been dreaming of dying for decades. But it seems to be the toughest thing I have ever attempted.”
“Many people would love to be able to live forever. They could do anything they want, as time has no end.”
“The beauty of life isn’t what you achieve doing. Instead, it is the fact that it all ends. Death brings meaning to everything you do. Only at the end does your story receive an end and can be read by others in awe. Only through death does life gain beauty.” The taller skinny man takes out a cigarette and lights it, then hands one to the other jumper, “Death is not a curse. Death is a beautiful gift. The curse I contain is not being able to die.”
“Why can’t you die?” asks the smaller man, lighting the cigarette.
“It comes with who I am. I am neither alive nor dead, I just am.”
“You just are?”
“Unlike you, as you will lose everything and gain nothing after you take the final step, I will gain nothing, yet lose nothing. I will continue being. I will walk away from the hospital and be told it’s a miracle that I survived, but a miracle would be to die.”
“What makes you hate life so much?”
“Why do you want to die?”
“My wife and son was killed last year, I lost my job, and all my friends deserted me.”
“You seem to have a wonderful life.”
“How can you say that? Everything I loved is gone. I have nothing more than the clothes on my back, and the soon to be finished cigarette.”
“You have more than that. You have memories of times when you were happy, a heart that continues to beat, and a future you can create.”
“I never could create a future to create memories. I can’t create or contain anything. I can only watch others enjoy their lives, experience hard times and prevail to make it better. Interfering with others would break the rules of my existence.”
“I thought you couldn’t die?”
“In order to die, you must live. If I break the rules, I would never have existed, and we never would have had this conversation. Since we are speaking, I never broke the rules, and have existed. In order to die, one must exist.”
The two stared off into the night sky, as the clouds covered the stars. A dog howled in the distance, and a cold burst of wind brushed through their messy brown hair. Snow began to fall around them, beginning to cover the roof and the ground at the bottom of the inevitable fall.
“Is there a heaven?” Asked the shorter man, throwing his cigarette butt off the building, watching it land on a soft layer of snow.
“If there is, I’ll never find out. However you have the blessing of being able to experience it if it truly does exist at the end of the fall.”
“I guess I am lucky after all, I have lived and I have yet to die. You have not lived, therefore cannot experience peace in the truest sense of the word.”
“If death contains peace, then it makes me even more envious of you.”
“Don’t be too jealous. I can’t even appreciate the glory of life that I have been given.”
Once again, silence took over the two. The shorter man smiled at the other, and shook the hand of his final friend. He took a deep breath and walked up to the ledge of the roof, staring down beneath him at the sparkling snow a hundred feet below.
“I have always been afraid of heights.” Says the shorter man.
“Well you don’t have to be afraid much longer.”
The two men shared a single depressing laugh. The taller man joined the shorter one at the ledge and stared down at the ground of which he has landed many times before. They looked at each other and gave a simple nod which said it was time.
“I guess you’ll see me in the funny papers.” Softly says the shorter man.
With that, the two took a final step. The wind flew through their hair, the wind dried up their tears, and the ground got closer and closer. They shut their eyes and welcomed the different disasters that were soon to come. Upon landing on the snow covered concrete, the taller man looks over at his partner and says “lucky bastard.”
Last edit: 2009-07-21 15:16:45
BanZu United States. July 21 2009 15:19. Posts 3329
There's a bar on top of a really, really high building and it's very windy outside, so it is swaying back and forth.
A guy walks into the bar and has some drinks and is there for a few hours. Another guy comes and sits next to him.
The first guy who has been there for a while looks at the man and says to him, "You know that there is a nice breeze outside and if you jump out it will blow you right back in."
The second guy doesn't agree and tells him to prove it. So, the first guy jumps out the window and comes soaring right back in. The second guy asks him to do it one more time. So, the first guy jumps out and the nice breeze takes him right back into the bar.
At this time the second guy is starting to believe him and decides he needs to try this. He then jumps out and falls down to his death.
The bartender turns to the first guy and says, "Superman, your an asshole when your drunk!!"