I once was a happy man but that change a long time ago perhaps 5000 years ago. I can recall I was cursed by a wandering high Mage for calling him a cranky old man.(which he was) That must have been a bad day to upset him because he cursed me. The curse which he placed on me was that I shall never be able to move again and be stuck in one spot for eternity. After he placed the curse on me he kicked me to the side of the road and I have been here ever since. You may have seen me at sometime or another because I have been here since that fateful day back 5000 years ago. I have seen everything war;peace, love; hate. I have seen the things I love wither away while I just sit here never growing older or younger. I have called out to many people. They used to look at me and then turn away out of disgust. Then they just started to not even acknowledge my existence. As the world is growing old it is getting darker the lucky humans, that were not cursed like me, have long since polluted the world but they all disappeared 100 years ago. Now the world is left with all the waste they left behind them. As is grows darker I can never see the sun I was cursed to this pitiful existence. I am the only one here, besides the souls of the dead that have become more visible as the world approaches it's end. I grow more and more nervous as the dead increase and keep up their constant walk down this infinite road. Boarders are no longer boarders the world and everything on it has become infinite. I cannot understand any of what's happening and I gave up trying a while ago. The earth seems to be starting to break. I cry for help but no one can hear me. I wish I was dead like the the souls but I can never die. I am now linker to this world and I will end with it. Can anyone hear? Can anyone help?
Pretty cool story. It's out there, completely different than most things on fan fic but you did a nice job. Try using paragraphs double spaced, it would make things less cluttered! Good job and keep writing!