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Dude, where's my mortality?A Story by Sonne LoreDevlyn died, and rose again on the third day. Does this make her Jesus or a zombie? |
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Goodbye UncleA Poem by ArikFunerals are hard for those too young to understand. |
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We are made of clayA Story by Georgina V SollyA Theatrical Director organizes his own funeral. |
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A Surfeit of LightA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Surfeit of Lightby Michael R. BurchThere was always a surfeit of light in your presence.You stood distinctly apart, not of the humdrum world,a chari.. |
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Before the BirdsA Poem by RFDIIIOh! How I woke, still mourning, in a haze!His burial's been proceeding for days.And how he woke, one morning, with his heart glazed bronze;Petrif.. |
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The GiftA Story by KaceePossibly unlike anything you will ever read that has the title "The Gift". Unfortunately, This is a true story. |
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DirgeA Poem by RFDIIIThe Dirge shall follow the malady. An itinerant phantom; shuffling dirt.There shall be no cure on this land for me.Indelibly dead - in hell or on eart.. |
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The FuneralA Story by NoblePariahGerry, a young mechanic visiting his old friend's grave, encounters a strange funeral procession, that has some mysterious patrons. |
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RainA Chapter by Alex HunterTim, Steve, Veronica and Rod are survivors. With a funeral going on, life get can't get worse. But, only time will mend the wounds. |
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LoveA Story by Sunny Raevery short story about dealing with the loss of one that holds your heart most dear, inspired by Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. |
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StorybookA Story by HannahA 25 year old female returns home for her younger sister's funeral. Memories suddenly come back |
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Death of a KillerA Poem by Piper LynnHow is it you lie so peaceful,Laying in the lilies as if you belong?So quiet, so somber,The weeping of the widowed motherAll the sound that shall be h.. |
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At a FuneralA Poem by BrianMy way of expressing the indifference I feel at funerals. I personally think death is a part of life. Why torture yourself with sadness when some one .. |
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Voice in the WindA Poem by David Lewis PagetI could hear her whispering under the trees Whenever the breeze crept in through the pines, And then when the Moon rose out of the sea .. |
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JOSIAH PYKE AND THE TIME TO CRYA Chapter by Peter RogersonJosiah's heart is almost broken when he hears of Mildred's death. |
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Funeral at nightA Poem by StephLI want my funeral to be held at night,Without a soul in flight.There won't be a tear in sight,When I begin my lonely plight.Life melts like the fallin.. |
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The Perfect RoseA Story by BatmanA real mean would never break a tradition to his true love. |
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