Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Here I am. Lying in bed. Collection of memories and experiences, a modern day relic.Left behind,underperforming,underpowered,left behind,forgotten.Discarded. Shell of a man. A shotgun shell loaded into the rusty old shotgun.Worn but true. Aimed,held high and shot far far away.I close my eyes and fly. Fly like the bullet to the moon. Fly far,fly fast,no looking back. Past the bright stars,past the noises and the lights. The further I go, the quieter it gets. Darker,colder,lonelier. Some stars look as bright as the sun while most are fading,dying as I leave them behind on my way.    I am on the moon. Cold,isolation,pure dark. Surrounded by the flags of yesteryear. The relics of mankind.The fading greatness of what once was. The flags are bright and slowly fight back the dark, which ultimately envelopes all around,in this dark space of mine. The darkness lulls me to sleep,it surrounds and embraces,it provides the comfort and tranquillity for the lost and weary...

Day 6 Alexander slowly opened his eyes, as he woke up to the sound of chewing. It sounded like an animal. A hungry animal, devouring something. He saw Cyrus,sitting on his bed,stuffing his face with the last of their supplies. Alex was in shock. He felt betrayed,angry,depressed and hopeless. How could he?What now?What’s left?Is this the end?The thoughts kept rushing through his mind.He leaped of his bed and ran at Cyrus.His friend heard and noticed what is happening,stopped chewing and slowly moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a revolver,cold hard steel,ready to wound,hurt and kill. Alexander stopped right where he was. Where did he get this gun?Is he going to do this?What now?Cyrus noticed that Alex stopped moving and kept eating what was left of their food with the gun pointed at his friend. Alex tried to reason with him,saying that they both need supplies,that they will last,it will be ok. All that matters is that they both get at least something and they ...

Day 2,3 The following couple of days were a mixed bag. The food was slowly running out,but it was going according to plan,no unplanned meals. The sleep was not the best as the old lighthouse was leaking and making all kinds of ungodly noises. Young men were taking turns making sure nobody comes to the lighthouse who should not be there,maintaining the light and keeping it smooth,running and clean. The days were slow,boring and sometimes tedious but the two friends were optimistic and excited that they were working at the famed lighthouse,making money,making a name for themselves. This was the calm before the storm which will rip these friends apart. Day 4 The mid week is when it all started to go wrong. The day started with a strong storm.Violent winds,raging sea and a strong rain.It was hard to see,the lighthouse was leaking,howling and the upkeep was difficult to carry out. With supplies running low,with men eating food faster than they thought they would,unable to r...