Oscar, the human clone. This was an short story that I attempted to write for my creative writting class.

This was an assignment that we got for our creative writting class. We had to write a little short story from a point of view of an unique character. Any comments/compliments would be appericiated to make this a bit better, thank you. ----------------------------------------------------------- It is close to the dawn and I'm standing at the edge of the roof by a white marble statue of an angel. The angel appears to be on his knees …

…then the silence of the city, the sun light from the distance, and cool air made me relax. I looked back at the building windows behind me, seeing myself in them as I was flying toward the ground. The speed made the windows look like giant film strips. Within them the story of my life, twenty eight years of living a life of another life that was already been lived. <Tab/>