[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment- On Schedule Edition

Hey everyone. I've written this story some time ago, and would love some feedback! I'm striving to improve, and any constructive criticism would be a great help. Thanks! 
 
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 They say everyone's story is different. Unique. I shall say this with confidence – if you tell as many tales as there are grains of sand, at no point shall one have the smallest sense of familiarity to my own. Now, it would be very much to my pleasure if you could lend me an ear or two. Let us sit here eternally, you listening and me telling tales. It would make me a very happy man. 
 
 If my memories serve me right, a tale should always begin with the setting – the place where the story takes hold. Give me a moment, there had been far too many years between now and the time of this tale. I wonder how long it had actually been. Was it five, ten or maybe twenty? I'm truly sorry, but it's hard to keep track of this tangible substance'time' if you've been wandering the earth as a lost soul for as long as I have. 
 
 No, I guess wandering is n't the most accurate term, is it? I wonder if there exists a single word to describe what I've been through. Traumatic, maybe. But I've grown past that phase, so maybe the word best fit now would be apathy? It's hard to keep your world from turning black and white when you've so freely seen what most would only dream of. I've muddled through the lushes of forests and dove into the depths of the great seas. I've discovered animals yet to be named, and some that never will. Human civilization had caused the death of a great many things, and I've been a bystander during all the great wars that scarred this Earth. 
 
 But it's not all bad. I've watched many great people get born, and trailed behind them during their early childhood. While I do grow bored eventually, it's quite a nice little surprise to check back on them after a few decades and discover that they'll be one of those men and women that goes down in history. I've watched the creation of man's greatest inventions – even man's greatest discoveries. I've attended many weddings, sitting in a corner as a silent spectator. 
 
 Now? Well, now I'm here talking to you. In all my years, I've never truly taken the time to appreciate kids and children. While they did have an uncanny ability to sense my presence, you never cried or threw tantrums. More so, it seems that for some reason you're able to see me. I do wonder how I look, and the memory of my appearance was one of the first things to slip from my mind. Ghosts do n't appear in mirrors, so it was n't like I could ever check up on myself. And while I did have the pleasure of watching your crayon drawings of me, there's really nothing much to appreciate regarding your artistic talent. 
 
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 A young boy in light-green pajamas sits on his bed. A bedside lamp softly illuminates the room as the stars outside shine with their twinkling glow. The boy could often be seen nodding and smiling to nobody in particular, and his parents chalked it up to him talking to an imaginary friend. And while they normally paid no heed to his quirks, it's time for him to sleep. Footsteps sounded outside his door, and his mother walked into the room. 
 
 “ It's time to sleep, sweetie. Say goodnight to your little friend and let's get you tucked in. ” she says, her voice as gentle as an angel's. The child's expression turned into a gleeful smile as he laid his head down against his pillow, wearing that expression of happiness that children seem to be blessed with. “ Do you want me to turn the light off? ” asked his mother, pulling the blanket over him. The boy shook his head and closed his eyes. He felt a loving peck of lips against his forehead, and soon drifted off into the world of merry dreams. 
 
' I do n't think my friend likes the dark' he thought.' The dark's scary, and he would n't like scary stuff.'
