Her cries echoed through the new darkness in search of the ones that would help her to fly.
The white hare emerges to a truly terrifying world.
Be still, for I shall show you the world.
It's dangerous to go alone. Take this!
Do not fear the uninvited guest, instead know their sorrow. They wander a house no longer their home, yearning to feel tomorrow.
From the day we are born, death follows like a shadow unto the grave.
Time and Death walk hand in hand, their arrival never planned.
And with her dying breathe she proclaimed to the those that condemned her: “Look upon my face, for I am your daughters and we will no longer carry your sin.”
The rain echoes into her dreams as she slowly drifts away. Her bare feet sinking beneath shallow, black waters. An old umbrella sheltering her from the storm. She wants to flee, she wants to run. Yet just like the nights before, the floating dead now block her way home.
Their sweet aroma calls to her, crunchy treats she cannot resist. Tucked safety beneath their little heads, no fresh teeth will be missed.
Thoughts and prayers will not suffice, the gods of old demand sacrifice.
Under the pale moon light, Death rides upon its steed. Be still and quiet your fright, for Death hears no pleads.
A deathly chill raced across their skin while the shadows danced in the most wicked of ways. They were no longer alone. Placing their hands on the planchette once again, they reluctantly asked “What do you want?” and to their horror the board answered “Y.O.U.”
“I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on.”
Death is not the end, for from our bones new life rises.
Teddy moved different, his dance was not the same. Teddy sounded different, when he asked to play a game.
“Gawrsh, welcome to Prime Time, BITCH!!!”
That night he found yet another dead sparrow at the foot of the staircase, more gifts from beyond the grave. When he heard that familiar purr echoing from the steps above, he knew that his old friend had finally come home. Oscar did not belong in that pet cemetery.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
All throughout their lives, the reaper chased the people. And after them in double haste, POP! goes the...
The wise beast knew that speaking the names of the dead is to make them live once again, if only for a moment.
The wise beast knew that speaking the names of the dead is to make them live once again, if only for a moment.
Some broomsticks are made to work in the dirt, while others are born of more wicked intentions.
Her smile was as wicked as her gaze, luring them into her deadly embrace.
How he despised those two for the torment he endured at their hands. For he was Death and he was to be feared by all living things. Yet when his chance arose he found himself unable to swing the blade.
They didn’t know where the note came from, but were sure it was not there moments ago. Not only that, they swore the flower was just in full bloom.
Bound to his final resting place, he found comfort from the flower growing nearby. When its first pedal fell, he felt closure in getting to say goodbye.
Even before seeing the little black wings and the gap beneath its paws, the witch knew the spell had failed by just looking at her kitten’s sad eyes.
At the end of the hallway hangs a large, broken mirror. During the darkest of nights a distant tapping can be heard from behind the shattered glass. Her name was Adelia and she wants to come out and play.
Beyond the veil, Death watches. Amongst our sorrow, Death weeps.
And when your journey through this life reaches its destination you will find yourself before the Tree of the Dead. Knock twice to begin your judgement, but those of dark soul take heed as the branches of this tree rot with the heads of wanderers that lost their way.
The serpent offered the forbidden fruit not as sinful temptation, but for divine revelation.