Stories tagged death

Three Short Pieces

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#spotify / Elevators / Sky Burial Monologue

Chlorine Dream

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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:

The Storyteller

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for this earth is not a destiny of silence

Deep June Pool

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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

Before I Die

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Deep June Pool

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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

April Wheeler

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Where am I? The void between life and death. The light at the end is flickering, not as bright nor as strong as I’d hope it would be.

We're Still Here

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the beeps, rhythmic, tell us that you're still with us

Death Hitches a Ride

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We passed a dead cat lying up against a guard rail, its fur stringing and wet and exposing its bloated skin which had a purple tint to it. Not my work, Death said, smoke trickling out of one eye socket.

The Four Despairs of Lumpy

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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs

A Man Dies

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The spirit smiled and held out his hand, the light in the room magnified and he brushed past the books and the thoughts still hanging in the small alcove, " You are ready now.

A crow, deceased.

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Feathers littered the ground beneath the sycamore, glossy black ones, short one and long.


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Heartbeat sped as heart size shrank to a ribcage of hollow bones. The curlew’s cry froze over the open bog and morphed to the trill of the river-bird.


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Across her chest a tapestry of wires interconnected. Intensive. Care From Old English—to lament. Unit.

Dancing at the Crossroads

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We lined up opposite one another, instructed to stare into the other person's eyes for fifteen seconds. No talking. The debris of loneliness. Eyes welled with tears.