And now the idiot fish died and all I’m left with are fucking spiders.
There was an odd knocking on the door.
I am Death and I am inevitable.
"What's the worst that could happen?"
Once there was a lady who wanted to write.
Even the fiercest warrior gets weary
Her heart stopped for a solid six minutes before the weary doctors zapped it into beating again.
He closed his eyes and he could still see her, beautiful and unmoving.
When the only exciting thing people talked about was when the former mayor’s wife ran away with the artist commissioned to paint the town hall mural twenty years ago, people are bored.
There was a prickling feeling along his spine.