I don't want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who died. I want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who left and actually did something with her life. Then died.
Ally SpinaTag: humor death successful
Well, you already knew that life isn't fair, right?" he said. "I guess death isn't either.
Suzanne HarperI wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.
Heather Day GilbertTag: evil death flying sickness escape
Monsieur Josserand died very quietly - a victim of his own honesty. He had lived a useless life, and he went off, worthy to the last, weary of all the petty things in life, done to death by the heartless conduct of the only human beings that he had ever loved.
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I miss you with the very edge of my skin.
It winces in absence,
a giant muscle contracting.
I wanted to thank Trent, but all I could do was give him a faint smile before I lost consciousness. Everything had worked flawlessly.
I had planned the perfect murder - my own.
Tag: death blood murder-ballads-and-whiskey heinous
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
Cheryl StrayedIt's a bad job," he said, when I had done; "but the sun sets every day, and people die every minute, and we mustn't be scared by the common lot. If we failed to hold our own, because that equal foot at all men's doors was heard knocking somewhere, every object in this world would slip from us. No! Ride on! Rough-shod if need be, smooth-shod if that will do, but ride on! Ride on over all obstacles, and win the race!
Charles DickensTag: inspirational death
...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my last darkness there might not be the same need of understanding anything so far away as the world anymore.
Derek RaymondTag: death meaning depression desperation
In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt.
Ruth McLeod-KearnsTag: love family loss death fiction flowers sad drama short-story cemetery sister carnations
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