Stories tagged death

My Darling Dead Ones

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Do you remember?

Storms at the Door

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My Mother always said that a storm was death knocking.

Water Hazard

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At the tender age of 19, Mario had much to learn about committing the perfect crime, specifically - hiding the body.

Carpenters Hall

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Danny handed Annie the picture, with a gloved hand she held it up close, studied the face, then read the address to herself.

K2

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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…

Error Bars

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Is death like standing in a room at night and turning off the lights? You would still hear your breathing. You hold your breath. Silence. Darkness. Yet you feel gravity, your feet on the floor. Then the air brushes your skin. Remove the air,…

Sustenance on a Rainy Tuesday

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but my heart has already stopped beating. But isn't that what inspires us? Happiness does not nurture creativity.

The Silence

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“Time heals all wounds,” they tell me, But it has yet to ease the aching pain That chills my thoughts and heart Unprepared for further torment.

Good Morning

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Sleep never fades away quickly. It has to be shaken off, layer by layer, before reality can reach you. That is the way every morning works for me. There are some days when I will sit at the edge of my bed for almost an hour, shedding remnants of dreams

No Questions Asked

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No questions asked

The girl laughing in the dictionary.

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Trigger Warning.

Secret Life of Storms

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Someday, the Grim Reaper, wrapped in hooded cowl, the thorny stem of a red rose clenched between his teeth, will climb up the garden trellis to my bedroom window

The new year begins

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martyred young women lie in hospital beds

Ghosts of a Polish Ghetto

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I was born fifteen years too late to save them; Granddaddy was born fifteen years too soon.

Tonight

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Let's fuck like 20-year-olds, darlingwrap ourselves around each otherand fuck our way to the starsLet's cross that line between you and meand the stuff people pay to seeI know pleasure and it is thisall over me, you, covering,…