"The box in the very middle," the man pointed. "You see it? The one with the red and yellow stripes. That box contains nightmares. I bought them about ten years ago. Never sold one, not a single nightmare, so I put them back in here five years ago. Now I need the space, so I want to get rid of them."
Tag: death
Uncle Gregory (aka The suicide tree)
Unafraid, I welcomed him. With a subtle cold breeze blowing, I beckoned him closer, sympathetically throwing golden leaves before him, laying a soft autumnal path. As usual, there were no birds to frighten into the skies. Superstitious and afraid; they had not rested, roosted, nor nested anywhere near me for many years. Wary, fear of guilt by association, they stayed away.
The Super Killers Ball
This story received a lot of hate, especially in the States, where I was accused of being a paid propagandist for the Democrats. Amazing!
Time Flies
“Do you want to die?” Fly asked.
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