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    Under the Scarlet Moon (650 words, violence and language)

    I threw a glance at humankind and saw them treacherous and feeble.
    Severe judges, cruel, unkind and fools who are always close to evil.
    Before their frightful, anxious mob, indifferent hate forever rages.
    Not learnt the lessons from the ages!
    What use are wise and tempered words?
    "Sometime, in my sweet blindness" - Pushkin

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    Graveyard Shift (mild violence)
    Last edited by ArrowInTheBowOfTheLord; January 15th, 2020 at 03:57 AM. Reason: had to add content warning
    "So long is the way to the unknown, long is the way we have come. . ." ~ Turisas, Five Hundred and One

    "[An artist is] an idiot babbling through town. . .crying, 'Dreams, dreams for sale! Two for a kopek, two for a song; if you won't buy them, just take them for free!'" ~ Michael O' Brien,
    Sophia House

    Christ is risen from the dead,
    trampling on Death by death,
    And on those in the tombs,
    lavishing light.



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    "ring the bells (ring the bells) that still can ring
    forget your perfect offering
    there is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
    that's how the light gets in."

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    Nana (299w) -anon

    The silk bed was the same.
    Lanai remembered when she was four. She had crept into the room, the white carpet soft under her feet. There was a drape over the bed. One mirror hung on the wall, also white. Everything was white. She walked over to the bed. Her hand was an inch from the bed.
    "Lanai!"
    It was her grandmother.
    "Nana . . ." She started.
    Her grandmother grabbed her arm.
    "Never go in here, Lanai. If your feet touch this carpet again . . ." Her eyes narrowed threateningly.
    "I understand, Nana."
    Lanai chuckled at the memory. She'd been so terrified of her grandmother. Now that fear had turned to respect.
    A frail voice broke the silence.
    "La...nai? Is that you?"
    "Nana? You're awake?" Lanai said.
    "Yes."
    Lanai walked toward the bed. She smiled at her grandma warmly. Nana's smile was weak.
    "You need anything?" Lanai asked.
    "Yes."
    "What?"
    "Death."
    Lanai's lip trembled.
    "No, no. Nana, don't say that. Please." Lanai tried to smile.
    "Lanai...you're too nice." Her grandmother laughed.
    "No, I'm just‒you're not going to die." Lanai said firmly.
    "Lanai, you know why I didn't let you go in this room."
    "No." Said Lanai.
    "Your grandfather made it for me. I wanted it to be perfect. Spotless. Like snow . . . I wanted . . ."
    "You wanted what?" Lanai cut in.
    "I wanted to die here. Like a handmade coffin‒"
    "Nana! Stop!" Lanai's cheeks flushed.
    "What?" Nana said.
    "Talking . . . about . . ." Lanai's voice cracked.
    "Death? Well, I am going to‒"
    "Stop!" Lanai yelled.
    Her grandmother's face softened.
    "Peace, Lanai." She said.
    Lanai glanced at the window, collecting herself.
    "Nana, I‒"
    She looked back at her grandmother. Nana's eyes had turned a blank gray. The blue color of her veins had faded.
    Lanai's face was hot. Her vision blurred.
    The silk bed was the same.
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