Even the dead tell stories,

They whisper secretes from their graves.

Their bodies six feet under,

But their spirits roaming free.

Watching,

Stalking,

Whispering in the ears of the living,

Planting ideas into their heads.

Horrible, horrible ideas.

To kill themselves.

To sacrifice their souls to the underworld.

Beacuse the dead,

Now slaves to the ultimate ruler,

Whoever that may be,

Use their lethal...

Touching him is like breathing for the very first time.

Tracing my hands along his cheek,

down his chest, feeling the lines of his muscles.

Brining my fingers to his stomach, tracing the v that goes down into the waistband of his pants.

I take in the sent of him, not quite able to identify the smell,

but it doesn’t matter,

because it’s him.

I slowly tug at his pants as he arches his waist.

I wan...

“If you look here at the this image,” Dr. Todd explaines, pointing to the MRI image on the table, “you can see the clot - which is quite large in size - in the right hemisphere of the brain.” I lean over my classmates to get a better look of the scan, noting the size, shape, and location of the clot in my notes.

A girl to my left, her lab coat stratching about her waist, raises her hand. “Could ...