When we were younger we used to laugh and play at the playground.

I remember that time when we didn’t have any string to make friendship bracelets so we used your new shoelaces. You’re mom got mad and yelled at us because she just bought them. You laid in your bed, crying because you hated yelling.

…

Instead of you crying, it’s your mom who’s crying. She wasn’t yelled at, no, she was crying beca...

I stared down at the sneakers, haphazardly tossed onto her shaggy white rug. They were strung with the lavender colored shoelaces I’d bought her for her eleventh birthday. She’d still worn them, all this time. The corners of my mouth lifted briefly until the same, relentless, traumatic image seared into my brain again.

A blinding flash of bright orange light. The deafening crescendo of a horn. T...

It’s golden hour, the sun is shining and people are walking all around, some laughing, some walking hand in hand, others with headphones in, probably going to work. I’m walking on the street, and someone random guy comes to me and says something, I take my earbud out.

“What?” I ask, curiously.

“Pick three words,” the happy stranger smiles at me, waiting for my answer.

“Hm, random ones?”

“Ye...

Grand vampire Oscar, first of his name, awoke. His eyes snapped open and a snarled curled his lip. His coffin opened with a shuttering groan. He rose, arms crossed against his chest.

The room was dark, pitch black. But his blood red eyes gleamed, scanning around the shadows with pure malice. He was hungry and ready to feed.

He raised his foot, preparing to step over his velvet cushioned coffin. B...

I walk through the graveyard. As I pass I read the names of off of each grave in my head– Danielle Birch 1919-1956, Grayson Hollow 2001-2023, Haily Smire 1899-1943.... I keep going until I find his Henry Oconnel 1998-2024. It's been about a year now. Him stuck in this coffin, not stuck I suppose. Resting.

The indestigushble feeling that he's still here, with me, is hard to get away from. I look ...

Everyone is wearing black.

Black dresses, black suits, black jackets,

All huddled around one coffin.

The coffin itself is dark oak,

The color of bitter coffee,

And overturned dirt.

The only bright spot in the room,

Is the vase of flowers.

Daisies and white roses,

Brighter than Death’s pearly teeth,

Grinning down at the funeral.

I crouch down,

To tie my black shoelaces,

On my black shoes.

By the ti...

Living on a shoelace

Words spoken in haste

What does it mean

Life’s nothing but waste

Ending in coffin

Death comes very fast

One moment just coughing

Then it’s your last

Life indistinguishable

Yours, mine or theirs

One day extinguishable

Like a fire beware...

As for the way funerals typically go, _his_ had better be near indistinguishable from the ordinary.

This is the first thought Viktor has when he returns to his body from the arcane astral realm. He finds himself back among the floating, glowing tethers of his orbital commune coccoon, moments after the arcane was so very kind to show him the future of how he dies a second time.

Viktor’s physica...

Adam peered into the coffin. His best friend lay inside, hands clasped over a favorite t-shirt bearing the name of a band they had seen live countless times. There was a flower on his chest, pulled from one of the many bouquets surrounding where he lay. One of his nails, Adam noticed, was bitten around the cuticle; his best friend always had that bad habit.

As he turned, he tripped over his shoe...

I went shopping

For what?

My granny’s coffin

She died a few days ago

But that’s alright

What did I end up with?

A shoelace

I really don’t know how

But at least it glows in the dark

Someone said my shoelaces were indistinguishable

I don’t know what that word means

It’s too big for my vocabulary

But I have a feeling they used it wrong

(I literally have no clue what indistinguishable means)...