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The Lifeless Survivor - 1

Introduction of your Narrator 

Who Am I ?



These humans


Simply find me beautiful; some find me boring.


Personally, I don't care what they think about me.


But, in my view, they all are my puppets.





*A small fact about you* 


You are also my puppet.








They all revolve around me like an electron revolving around the nucleus, accepting the fact that it can escape too. 


You may find people having different assumptions about me.


I find it funny how they look at me. It feels like my puppet is trying to break its string that is in my hand. 


Please, trust me, above all the things I told you, I am not that bad. I can be amiable, agreeable. Affable. I am nice; just don't ask me to be nice.


*Recreation of the aforementioned fact*


Does it worry you?


Oh, my puppet, don't be afraid. 


I'm nothing; I am just showing my true side to you. Not like you creepy creatures who fake yourselves.








Do you need my introduction? Well, what will you do from it? 


Where are my manners?





I could really introduce myself properly, but it's not worth it.


You will know me after meeting all the diverse experiences I will give you. In reality, you may find yourself begging for me from my friend. I will look over him. Your soft soul will be resting in his tough hands peacefully.


My friend?


Ohh, It's Death.


And the moment you will be lying there (surely motionless) and people surrounding you, there might be some rain harvesting the ground, not from the heavenly clouds. But from someone's eyes, moving to someone who would be asking why I did this.





You stupid humans want to run yourself without my permission, my cute little fellow; it's pretty hard for you.


I try my best to control my laugh at you.


I think when he will be taking you, what will be the color of the sky? chocolate-colored well, it is my favorite. It's suit's me. Now when I move to colors, you humans are so busy making me that you forget all the colors out there.


*A small theory but fact*


I have noticed all the colors from the very beginning of sunshine to the dusty cloud-covered night. As I am on my duty to give some happiness by entering someone's life,


A single minute can give you a thousand reasons to smile or a thousand reasons to cry, but personally, I like both. I want these stupid creatures to be happy and sad sometimes. In my line of work, I stay there and notice all the colors that change.


All the change that takes place fills my heart with pleasure.


I think as I have made so much fun of you now you would be hating me ,but my cute little stupid person you cannot live if I left the body of your dumped cool and rigid figure .You better not hate me as there are consequences also .

You can better say 

Life is a bitter truth with sweetness sometimes .

Did you discovered me ?

no OK then 

I am life and when life narrates a story even death has to listen to it so who you are my stupid fellow.

You must be amused by now, about how I introduced myself but I like it that way. Sometimes I just need holiday from my work but the trouble is who could ever replace me, who could step in while I take a break in standard resort style holiday destination whether it will tropical or sky trip variety ,the answer of course is nobody which has motivated me to work continuously and crossing those lying corpse who are sleeping like sand ripples in the desert. Sometimes I cannot explain myself what's going in my mind while going through this problem. I passed from an area with rusty gates and  robles here and there .I will explain this to you later when I get the appropriate words. I feel some humans long for me some wish that my friend take me from them there was another soul who was waiting for me or my friend .I don't know all these points made me to turn me to the subject I am telling you about tonight or today or what ever the hour and the colour that is in the sky it's the story of one of those lifeless survivors and expert to lose everything it's a small story with regret which will run amongst other things:

a boy

a pianoist

some white Color japanese

some soldiers souls fighting for me 

some never ending desires 

a kitten 

I saw that word snatcher 3 times but, this time he was snatching something else.



I saw that word snatcher 3 times but this time he was snatching something else .