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"It’s funny how it always rains at funerals, isn’t it? It’s as though all the sorrows of the world are combined and emptied from above."
The Lady Who Was Not Death
“Are you death?” I whispered, hoping this kind lady would assist me.
"Voices danced around me as if they were echoing off some barrier between us, and they seemed strangely distant in my ears; almost as if I were underwater."
Lessons In Forgiveness
“Why is it that white gives the impression of perfection? All I saw was a lack of colour. The exact thing the white world personified; a lack of life.”
The Pool Of Reflection
"I looked behind me, seeing the orange tree standing out against the grey horizon. Its old and twisted branches were stiffened at an odd angle, almost as if they were waving goodbye to me."
Dead Or Alive
"My hand covered my mouth, trying to stifle the horror that came from deep within me. As I saw Lily’s ashen face beside me, I realised that she was about to fall. My shaking arm gripped her shoulders, allowing her to lean against me as she sobbed."
A Silent Salvation
"“What’s happening to my Luna?” I demanded, raising my voice in order to attract her attention. “Take me back there, let me go back!”
"I waited for the chiming of the clock as eleven o’clock came and went, but my ears were met with silence. It was the silence rich with baited breath, the air electric with anticipation."
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