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The Price of Dying
“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange fla
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the trouble is
i'd like life to be
quiet and lovely
like distant church-bells
chiming through snow,
muted by the smell of
an old book and the
feel of a fire warming
me into my chair, and
a mug of tea, steeping
the moment in hushed
gratitude, easily in reach.
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When Dragons Die
"It's on the beach!"
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
Dead?
She left most of the crowd behind
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Well, this is the first story in many years which I wrote down on paper before typing it up later, so it feels differnt to the other things I've posted on here, be that good or bad.
Also, I realise that Walstoncraft is not really a word, and the name was spelled Wollstonecraft. I just used my spelling instead.
:EDIT: Wow, a DD! I can't say thank you enough to *Laura-Lie who you should check out, because she's a far better writer than I am. Or to ^Beccalicious for featuring it. Thank you both, and thank you to all the people who read it, downloaded it, and favourited it. It means a lot to me.
Also, I realise that Walstoncraft is not really a word, and the name was spelled Wollstonecraft. I just used my spelling instead.
:EDIT: Wow, a DD! I can't say thank you enough to *Laura-Lie who you should check out, because she's a far better writer than I am. Or to ^Beccalicious for featuring it. Thank you both, and thank you to all the people who read it, downloaded it, and favourited it. It means a lot to me.
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You, sir, are an amazingly good writer-- and at such a young age, I might add. You will one day be famous. I am certain of it.