Tag: death
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The Ashen Embrace-2)
James first wandered into Emily’s life when he took a job, at his brother-in-law’s prompting, at a local pet food manufacturer. At a low point in his life, James moved his three kids and himself into his mother’s home on a short term basis to regroup and re-focus. The job paid well but it was […]
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Death After Death?
Come with me. Imagine being whisked away to the bottom of the ocean in the blink of an eye, the plunge itself dark and cold but meaningless in real time. The soft sand at the bottom gives way and sucks you down, this time slower. There is no more oxygen causing desperate panic. Your arms […]
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Deathbed.
My brain isn’t quite working like it should the past few days. A blip and a bleep away from a total mental blur of sorts. To some, it is termed the “common cold”. To others, such as men, it is an institution of complaint, pain and everlasting annoyance. This being day 4, the parade of […]
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One Foot in the Grave-10)
Kendra awoke in her cell, exhausted and broken down after another night of the audible voices of the tortured souls surrounding her in her cell block, as well from the demonic voices torturing her psyche. What she did, where she must now live and the life that she traded in constantly haunt her every moment […]
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One Foot in the Grave-7)
Her second date wasn’t going well. Kendra couldn’t focus, she couldn’t think of anything except repaying Jayce via hurting as many men as she could literally get her hands on. The voices clouded her most basic of thoughts. Reasoning was overtaken with madness. She was on a date with a man she met online and […]
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One Foot in the Grave-3)
A loud knock at the front door broke her twisted thoughts and she came back to reality with a gush of emotion. Her half-scream woke Jayce. In the time he had to sit up, she tucked the knife behind her back and with her other hand she wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Mommy, what […]
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Death Before Life
Welcome to the cemetery. Turn right and walk about 100 paces then go up about 20 steps. There it is, under the shade of a dying elm: my grave. The tombstone reads something like “Here lieth Kris Kenneth. He didn’t really do much but was a really good father.” 1976-2014. I used to fantasize this […]
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Twenty – Four Hours to Live. GO!
What if you knew you would be dead in twenty-four hours? Who would you tell? What ends would you attempt to tie up? How would your funeral look like, and who would show up? Sure, it’s all pretty morbid. Yet, oddly a curious thing to consider, if only for a few moments. I used to […]