Oh boy. Does it smell like updog in here ??

*kneeslap* ...

Forgiveness, Can you imagine ? It will happen to you. It is the last breath that the old soul needs to blow . . . if they don't know how to do it yet. I had the privilege to be a part of three funerals. I can tell you this, if it is an open cremation, you will be surrounded by people who are in some way familiar with the ashes of the person who you are choosing to forgive -- relatives, friends...

Rigor mortis had already set in but she managed to pry the piece of paper from the victims cold, lifeless hand.

She looked into his eyes, saw how they were cloudy and grey, like a sky on a stormy night. She felt like he was watching her, judging her. “Pardon, Monsieur” she whispered, genuinely remorseful, as she heaved the knife out of his bloated chest. She began to walk down the streets of Fran...

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The fire simmered down to a low snuffed out by the heavy night breeze, smoke twirling in soft tendrils in the night sky. He watched as the smoke drifted up and danced in the sky, following it with his eyes until it disappeared. Sometimes he wished he could be smoke, one moment he’d be there, and the next... gone. Forgotten. Gone with the breeze. To be picked up by the wind and follow the smoke to ...