| rememberance |
Anonymous
|
He felt it then, a flood
of remembrance. How could he have forgotten this? The answer was,
of course, the legion of mortal years that had washed away the
little knowledge he had retained from the Rebirth. But with one
kiss, as if it were a twisted fairy-tale, everything he had lost
was found. |
| Urban Shadows |
Ruth Murphy
|
She hated the city. Ever since she was a
little girl and had been dragged in to visit her father, the packed
buildings and the crush of people had made her itch for her country
home. It was even worse now, but she had a duty to her
father. |
| November
Winds |
R.A. Gomez
|
It was a day like this in
which we met. A day when the sun struggled to battle the unending
sea of gray clouds trying to block its warmth, and the wind blew
cold, carrying the dead, colorful leaves in spiraling patterns into
oblivion. |
| Lethal
Injection |
Nickolaus A. Pacione
|
The needle had a line leading to the veins,
my eyes were looking at the gauge and I was slowly holding my
breath. The death penality that I am serving should not be -- the
murder that took place was not of my hands. |
| Lost
Child |
R.A.Gomez
|
He is sleepy and his mind
is a blur. He looks over at his father, who is glowing with the
sickly, pale green light of the dashboard. His father is as stone
save for the steady flexing of his jaw muscle |
| Blue |
R.A. Gomez
|
All I can remember before the bullet ripped
through my spinal cord and I collapsed onto the hard, shiny white
linoleum floor, was how beautiful the shade of blue, her eyes were.
(Blue) Not turquoise blue or azure. Just blue. |
| Last
Call |
R.A. Gomez
|
The last stop on the
journey between life and the hereafter.. |
| Perspectives Of
Death |
Bri Peterson
|
The last thought that crossed John Lowell's
mind on his way to work that day was whether or not he'd get
anywhere with the cute blonde he was taking out that night. The
small, disconnected part of his brain that regulated the more
mundane aspects of his day-to-day existence, like breathing and
such, was functioning as it should be, and somewhere in the back of
his consciousness was a vague dread of yet another day behind the
drive-through window of a fast food restaurant. |
| Redemption |
R.A. Gomez
|
The blast of the four
o'clock train was deafening in her ears as Sheila Morgan injected
seductive death into her veins. It was warm and stung slightly as
she slowly released the long piece of surgical tubing that was tied
around her upper arm and the liquefied heroin coursed through her.
Soon all she felt was a wave of warm fingers caressing her through
every vein and artery in her body. |
