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I'm scared at the fact I might not wake up in the morning. I'm scared at the fact I might not see the beautiful sun dawning. I'm scared at the fact that I might not be able to dream anymore.
I sit on the bench beside the freshly laid soil. The cool sun gently makes its presence known as it warms my cheek. It's too painful to go any closer and admit what has happened.
@Nom For the themed challenge: #opusswings Emma awoke from her nap. She felt better, she felt the dark cloud had lifted but something was wrong, she couldn't feel anything.
When I am gone mourn me not my friends Though Persephone should claim me for her own To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne, Though the death knell chimes...
I was there. When you took your last breath. I held you hand. I couldn't stay. In that room. I hope you'll understand. Every day. I think of you. A life taken too soon. I used to tell. Your son.
Please read OBR final part & Hellbound - 1 before you read this. Tpek woke in Hell. It was not as he had always heard it, flaming and full of screams.
Do you remember how I Held your hand in mine And looked in your eyes, Yours to love. We were one person, Two halves of a heart then You went missing Taken above.
I was a ghost. I couldn't believe it. Ugh !!. I looked at my hands and sighed as I saw the floor below me. At least my family would be whole. Then I realised. Not everyone is ghosts.
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
A switching of location Neither gone, nor lost At home with loved ones Never forgone or forgot An extended vacation Where time has no bearing Watching earthly loved ones Whilst always...
He was dead when he woke up, barely alive when he went to sleep. He had said in prayer that evening, ".....the lord my soul to keep." Here now though, in Purgatory, with not a cloud in sight.
Mother, Our conversations have become one way, you no longer wonder what I'd say, To you, I've gone and never coming back, but why did you stop following my track.
Is heaven a place. Or is it a goal. Does Peter guard the gates. What is his toll.
I sat on my bed, picked up the note. I struggled to read the hand writing. It said "Dear Alisha...
Light fades, Stars appear, Evening angels Gather here, Here to bundle your Broken soul off As you succumb to sleep Under linen cloth.
Sorry for uploading such random parts of my story, haven't had the time to write more, this is a follow on from my last post. If anything were to change like I had expected it to, it wouldn't be...
The grim reaper has a dark secret. The disgrace not spoken about at dinner parties. The non-black sheep of the family. His younger brother Nigel. Nigel is the happy reaper.
Me textin my cat in heaven... Me: What's up. Cat: What's up, where. Me: Let me rephrase it, What u up 2. Cat: Oh right, having a pawicure. Me: O-K...weird....what's that. Cat: An animal pedicure.
I played myself down a blind alley Dreamed of a life in a valley From the shadows and rubbish bins Came a flickering light shining I walked hesitantly forwards Glimpsed at a sign with words Said,...
Out of all the boy's I've ever met, You're the one I won't forget. And if I die before you do, I'll go to Heaven and wait for you.
Someone dear had a dream Where life isn't there anymore. Where I die, but still live on, I'm no more, but I still Kik her. So she was afraid, Didn't want me to die. But I knew, I told her.
Do you ever wonder Who the shining faces are In the night sky. Smiling down at us. Who's body they once filled. Who's eyes they glistened out of.
The old woman's hand rose shaking, and pointed towards the shadows, "The exit there..." she mumbled slowly. "But you never go get out." she concluded, as though she had said it a million times.
[this story contains some dark themes that I myself find quite unnerving.] "HEADS WILL ROLL" The sickening chant of hundreds of people willing me to die was not something that I could...