StoneLooking at the tombstones, seeing names, faces and incidents that brought me here, where now looking and thinking about SF and horror stories where the "dead" rise and become zombies that haunt you. If the same happened here, my life would be razed again, my dead life. No, the past wouldn't haunt me but just think about killing yourself and burning it inside of you…. I like my graveyard; I visit it almost every day, or at least think of it. It's always nice, with everyone different from another, with a rose on each of them…. I've never looked back at them and felt sorry, I have no wish for that thStone
LateMany decades have passed since the last time he felt earth and humans…It was a part of his job to come down and watch the balance of this world. He was one of the dark realm….a place where no living creature could be, a place where only emptiness and oblivion existed… Sitting on an edge just looking the world in his hands and thinking about crushing it down….but no, he couldn't …not even to touch it….if he wasn't needed there… It was the end of summer, you could feel it by cold air and rain that would cover up city for hours….One soul or incident to be exact caught up his attention…in a bar…at the edge of the city where you couldLate
Feeling of dreamsWalking by the river trough familiar path felt for him relaxing and worrying at the same time. Looking at the water and seeing corpses of little kids that felt down there by their own mistake or by purpose of destiny that was written and unchangeable by them…. The woods in front were something new to him, as many times he walked here he never saw them before….Something was there, a singing voice by a little girl or child to be exact, a voice that made him feel so relaxed and calm without even noticing his feet moving towards…Feeling of dreams
A bridge in front of him; made out of trees pushed down by unknown yet gentle force…nature he thoug
Dream come trueStanding aside of my own bed and just looking at myself makes me sad and proud, sad because I'm young and old, young by skin, old by my mind and sometimes attitude…Power of feeling (ability) to see things and by other part to be able to cause an effect on them. Having a gift to open my eyes and see trough everything, to see hidden, fear, hope anything that you have inside you…Dream come true
"He was born and brought on this world with his soul and a dead body; the same one no one cared about, the one all are going to hate or just look at him with despite…He opened his pale skin blue eyes and he looked at his pale and dead body lying there like
Here you go..
Péné
fan of neil gaiman; read the link below
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Members of the World's End Fellas Club...Dedicated to Neil Gaiman
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"When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly..."
Little girl in Sandman n°43
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"Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream"
Lewis Carroll
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-Molly
I'm honored by your hatred.
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"Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream"
Lewis Carroll
*zerokill looks around*
Oh well im off but ill keep an (evil?) eye on you!
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Life is just a dream on your way to death..
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Mary dances for the angels
She's a puppet turned to queen
She's the harlot of the holy
Only angels hear her sing
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