As you may see on the left, right below my profile picture, I am not from a english speaking country. But I really like the language and always try to get better. I also like to write and I thought that combining these two will probably help me to improve my english. So I wrote my first (very small) english short story. It is nothing new or original, just a few lines to help me get into writting in (or "on"? I never know it) a different language. Maybe you still like it.
If you find any mistakes, no matter how minor, I want to encourage you to point them out. Otherwise I can't learn. This also goes for words that do not fit the context or any other problems you might see.
Thank you in advance.
Just cells
He gazed upwards into to the stars, like he had done many times when he still was a child.
Seeing the billions of bright lights in the middle of the otherwise vast nothingness left him feeling unimportently small.
Who are we? Just a lump of organic cells. So small and insignificant when compared to a star or even a planet and yet so devastating for every other organic beeing. It was quite paradox. On a large scale humans had no power, but on the smaller levels of existence they had the potential to destroy life without even aiming for it.
Even something as simple as him laying here in the grass would probably mean the death for a few smaller creatures who got crushed by his weight. It was inevitable and yet it made him feel uncomfortable.
The imagination of death made him think about his own life. He never really had the chance to life a „normal“ live. All had been planned for him, right from the start. As a child he often felt like invisible hands where pushing and pulling him in a certain direction. Today he knew that these where the hands of the people who made him. He was their creations. But did this give them the right to do whatever they wanted? Why wasn't he allowed to decide for himself? He often found himself aksing these question, when he laid down at night, unable to sleep. These questions where also the reason why he did become a stargazer in the first place. The stars didn't answer his questions, but they made it easy for him to accept his fate.
A breeze gently grazed his skin. The sensation send a shiver down his spine. He enjoyd the moment. In the next few months it would become to cold and a small layer of ice and snow would cover the area he now occupied. He would not be here to see the snow this year. Today he would be gone. Off to a distant place nobody had seen in a long time.
What would it be like? Looking foreward he did not feel fear, it was more a curious urge to explore the unexplored. Now that he thought about it, it might be more of a compulsion than just an urge. He feeled like he had to go there. Like it was his duty. So after all they did suceed with their manipulation.
He turned his head to the right side and in the distance he saw it. A big white rocket. It showed the full potential of their society. All the technical innovations and a lot of blood, sweat and treas had gone into building it. It was huge. In it where tousends of humans. Sleeping a dreamless cryosleep. Their lives lay in his hands. If he should fail on his mission, than they would never awake again. But all of them where volunteers, all of them where ready to pay the price and all of them trusted him. He would not let them down. That he had sworn himself. No matter what it may cost, he would make sure that they would reach their destination and fullfill their dream. After he was the only one who was not in cryosleep, he would be the only one aging and by the time they reached their goal he would be to weak to survive living on a planet with strong gravity anymore. He would orbite it on his own until the day he died. It didn't matter. He had know it all along and after all he was just a lump of organic cells.
