The person is in a cemetery.

No,they are not dead and this is not a horror story. Not that kind of a horror story.

The person is in a cemetery to _talk_ to _them._

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But suddenly,someone come in,running.

They are running very fast only to…escape. To survive.

Because after them,there is someone. Someone with a knife. A knife full of blood.

The other person’s blood.

One stab,and t...

Grief is everywhere and unavoidable. While they crash like waves, the stages come through as tides.

And I have been running in the opposite direction for a long time, holding onto the sliver of hope I had crushed a while back.

Today is his birthday. It is June 3rd, 2019. He would have turned 20, and we would each be heading into our first or second year of college.

Unfortunately, fate does not ...

One time I was staying over with Caroline Moriarty. I loved staying over with Caroline because the house was so big and busy and there were people and animals around. I got so lonely sometimes at our place and bored. I liked that a Caroline’s there was always something going on. Someone making something in the kitchen, someone watching something on TV in the den, someone playing a game in the base...

If you have stumbled upon this journal, greetings. My name is Dr. Floris Gardener I was a medic during World War II. I’m running out of time and I must confess my final thoughts as I lay here on my bed in the comfort of my own home. You see I was diagnosed with a fatal disease. Feel free to share a laugh with your mates. Imagine the irony of a medical doctor getting fatally ill. We found it early ...

My breath looks like smoke in front of me. I walk down the side walk, my coat keeping me warm, well besides my heart. Nothing could ever warm it, and I had except that long ago.

I fold my arms across my chest, keeping my head up. The morning sun is rising slowly, blinding me. It brightens the clouds. I look up, hearing the echos of our laughter as we gazed at the puffy white sky. That was somethi...

Nothing can last forever. Happiness is not infinite. There will be pain and suffering and loss. Thats just life. There is always an end. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I never thought I’d have to bury the love of my life only months after marrying them. I never expected to be a widow at 22. We were supposed to grow old together, that was when the end was supposed to come, not now. Now ...

As the Reaper, I’ve walked through many graveyards. The grim tombstones cold and dark as they wither away with each passing day standing side by side in neat rows have always seemed lonely to me. I often find souls curled up near their grave or looking at their tombstone, lost. I like to spend time with these lost souls. I have them take a walk with me as I make my rounds around the graves, placin...

City walls shimmered. City walls warped. City walls began to melt. City walls fell at last. City walls…

Your eyes rolled backwards. Almost painfully far. Should eyes be able to scan the back of the socket?

You never got your answer as darkness swept in.

Down. Down with the city walls you tumbled, into wreck and ruin.

Somewhere far away, in the Facility, the puppeteer slammed their ...

Death is one of those things you might be able to prepare for, but it knocks you over when it happens. Once the services are done and the casserole dishes scraped and put away, you're left with an emptiness that aches to the very core of your being. It's the finality of it, the knowledge that the one you loved, the man that raised you is gone. No more calls. No more texts. No more barbecues.

You...

“I’m sorry, Veronica. I could have saved you. But I didn’t. And I cannot forgive myself for what happened. I promised I’d deliver flowers to you…every day. I’m getting old sweetie. I can barely remember my own name.”

Zachary sat in a chair with a bottle of pure vodka. Fifteen years ago his wife, Veronica J. Wilton, was killed from a burglary. Zachary had been pushing for an investigation and yet ...