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Submitted to Contest #330
Have you ever wondered what your soul does when you’re sleeping? Does it sleep too? Does it join your body and mind in some dark, unknown slumber? Or does it dance? While your body lies dormant and resting, does your soul float across the skies? Does it pass through portals? Frolic through realms? Converse with the stars? Is there any way to know? What are dreams? If psychology and the mindset of the general population are to be believed, dreams are merely a figment of our imagination. A series of images and events that our brains use to ...
Watching someone you love die is an image you never forget. In my opinion, as traumatic as death can be, the idea of it is far more scary and dramatic than the event itself. The average person isn’t going to witness a murder. Sure, it’s true, awful things happen every day and people see these things every day. But there are a lot of people who die in far less dramatic fashion than one would think. Though these grim scenes may be devoid of Hollywood flare, their traumatic impact is no less painful and potentially damaging. My first brush wi...
Submitted to Contest #297
When most people think of Angels, a specific image comes to mind. Something along the lines of long, flowing, white robes, and large, feathered wings to match, complete with a golden, ethereal glow. They think of Guardian Angels, of celestial protectors. They don’t think of me. No halo, no wings, and clad in all black. They don’t think of death. But that’s what I am, an Angel of Death. An angel in all rights and respects as the aforementioned beings, but not held in the same regard, at least not by humans.When most people think of Death, the...
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