Death, cloaked in a shroud of black velvet, wandered into the rose garden, seeking solace in the rapturous hues of reds and pinks. Her fingers, like skeletal serpents, grazed the petals, stirring whispers in the…
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The Tinfoil Prophet
I was sitting in my kitchen, enjoying a bowl of artisanal quinoa when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a man dressed entirely in tinfoil standing on my front porch. “Greetings, earthling!”…
Final Embrace
He stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through his hair. Below, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, beckoning him forward. With a deep breath, he released the letter – his…