

Patience, Death Need No Haste"Look upon me, my children, for I am the truth. I am absolute; stranger to no one. Follow me, my children, gather in my arms, for I am Death; the only God you will ever know."Patience, Death Need No Haste
Ever since I was a kid, I slept with a knife. I don't know if it was because of fear or paranoia, or perhaps both, as they can be one in the same. I told myself, wildly confident at the age of 10, that if I were to be abducted, I would not go without a fight. Eventually, as I grew older and disapproving of violence, the knife was replaced with any large blunt object I felt suitable. Currently, it's a lo


A Grave in the Sky"All things will erode to dust."A Grave in the Sky
He begins a slow pace, careful to avoid the eye of the crowd simply to add to the dramatic atmosphere he had created thus far; he had them hanging on his very breath.
"As humans, what can you truly lay claim to on this Earth? Is your only freedom, your only right, merely to die? No..."
Still no movement can be heard other than his own.
Excellent.
"Through life, it is essential that one must know their place. There are those who are meant to live, breathe and die as mortals, and then..."
He turns to his captivate


Take a BreathI can't feel it until I take a breath.Take a Breath
I loved to swim, Because I felt it's the closest thing to flying... Well...the closest I'll get.
For fear of the fall.
I walked out, just before dawn, Onto the beach that had been my second home, Whose waters I thought I could predict with ease.
I was wrong.
Slowly, re-tracing my own familiar footsteps upon the sand, I descend into the water whose true boundaries remain untold, As the sun finally breaks the horizon I could not see.
I was afraid to see.
Suffocation: To kill


The PainterSo complex in your simplicity, And so simple in your brilliance; Radiance, Shedding a light on all I thought I'd never see. Every word resembling that of a brush stroke, Across the portrait only you can complete.The Painter
My mind wanders across the waters, yet without a word, You paint for me an ocean with untold depth, Capturing the joy and the sorrow of man.
My mind wanders across the fields, yet without a word, You paint for me a forest ripe with mystery, Capturing all there is to dicover in life.
My mind wanders across the horizon, yet without a word, &nbs


The UninfectedI remember the words she said to me that day. The very first words I'd heard from her. So different from the same verses everyone was reciting; the TVs, the radio, the few among the actual 'living' all sang the same song. The world is infected, we must survive. Infect me.The Uninfected
Those two words, so simple. So dirty. The goal of the world was to survive. I remember the look of her face as she said it. Grim. Angry. There was an extreme sadness in her eyes that only the end of the world as we know it could bring. The sadness from seeing her family and her friends reduced to the living dead. The color of


Persuasion"There comes a time in every mortals life when one must meet ones maker. Unfortunately, some need a little persuasion..."Persuasion
He switched his gaze from his bony hands, placed delicately on his lap, to meet the therapists's eyes. The emaciated face of her patient seemed to gleam with a passion for his job.
"... That is where I enter the proverbial picture".
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That one doll nerd in yo galleries favin yo' pics
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Sakura Kinomoto: You really loved Mr. Clow, didn't you? It hurts, doesn't it? It hurts to lose someone you love.
Sorry it took so long.
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Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
Oooooh, Dr. Zaius!
good day to you!
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To live a creative life,
we must lose our fear
of being wrong.
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