pet dragon PT4
"i'm singing the death song, when one of our young doesn't make it or is killed or another dragon dies we sing this song to let them pass into the dragon afterlife easier" he sang more, the little one i'd now named mini carrier sang too, the
Epilogue
"is... is this the afterlife?" she asked no one, her voice full of fear and wonder. "i suppose you could call it that." came a gruff response from the darkness and echoed by the whispering voice in her head.
An Epilogue
He shepherds the dead to the afterlife, watching over them always. together, they are happy, and in the centuries that follow, they cast their eyes outwards, helping the mortal races seek new territories among the stars.
Email to No One
I always wonder when my time will come and if there really is some sort of afterlife waiting for me. i always expect you to come in the middle of the night, during my dreams, so i can see you and talk to you about the many things i have unresolved.
Musings of a Rat: Pas de Deux
For the life of me i cannot call off this...this tryst, i can only watch as we spiral ever closer to the end, wether the end is in zion as heroes, or in the afterlife returning to our maker. p.s. the sex is phenominal.
Good and Evil ... after hours
Arguing philosophy over drinks was cliché back when socrates did it, and dan didn't know any better now whether the afterlife was eternal or a step down the food chain.
Denouement
"i am not sure if there is an afterlife, but i hope there is," crystal said. "then, someday, we may be reunited postmortem." "whether or not it exists, it is the same either way.
Our Special Short Story
One, however, had quite the idea about the afterlife.
Life.
What if your world as you know it is the afterlife itself? this is one theory that's always had me doubt reality. lets say that you die today. right now. saturday 16th november 2013.
A Cold Night
Perhaps instead of rebirth tonight left only the afterlife.
Expiration Date, Part 4
_This day..._ In this modern world, 27 years of marriage is quite the milestone. And believe me when I tell you that it's not an easy one to make. Don't get me wrong: I don't regret a moment of it. It's just not all as gauzy and syrupy sweet as the...
Thorell Dallen
The mountains are filled with deep dark shadowy creatures that seem to ooze darkness from their very skin, their stench and horror-fully and sometimes deformed forms scaring poor souls into the afterlife well before death even comes to them.