My breath shaken and heavy

My bones feel weighted down and free at the same time

I managed to break the ball and chain

Though it costs me more than humane ways

The bells clang and boom behind me

But it’s all around me, in my ears, in my heart

I run from the skeletons and ghouls

They are coming for me, I must hide

They say I must die and stay dead

“No one is to escape the City of Death”

But I run,...

_Everyday the crows stare _

_They watch as the wind whips her hair_

_Everyday the rats gaze_

_Watching, silent, through the haze_

__

_Though wherever she goes it is grim,_

_Everyday she thinks only of him._

Her old shoes slam against the cobble as she runs, scattering the crows and rats. The bells ring, signalling the end of a day. But still she sprints through the deserted street. Her slim fram...

“Lazy ass.” Stork scoffed playfully to Grim Reaper, who hardly lifted a bony finger in centuries. Well, until now, if only to give him the finger in response.

As if that wasn’t enough, he then said with a nonchalant smile, “Not my problem. If the humans want to live forever, then fine by me. I’ve got better things to do.”

“Like _what_?” Stork asked sceptically.

“Like dream about visiting Atlant...

I walk around, shielded my the robes I bear. Enchanted with the ability of invisibility, I am not seen, heard or spotted. I see the exit. Guarded heavily by the undead, ready to rip and tear through my flesh. I make a mad dash, the robe flies off after getting snagged. I barely make it. The horde of the undead saw me, but it was too late, I was out. The memories come flooding back, having to find ...

_The city was dark, ruined, and black. But the thing I remembered the most was the screaming._

_Screaming tortured souls who thought they didn’t belong here._

_I used to be one of them you know, until I found a way out._

_The bell tower on Fifth Boulevard was a part of my route._

_The same thing every day. Little did the bell keeper know, I had been sent to the wrong place._

_Not the city of the ...

I followed lost souls trying to find their way out of the city.

They attuned their silence

To the eerie tinkering of bells.

A slight gust of wind posed risk of obliteration,

Softened the crunch of October’s brittle leaves.

Blue shadows enshrouded me—

I saw the undertaker lurking in the fog,

Hooks for hands,

Shovels for feet.

He started to dig a sinkhole

For the earth to take me in as her dust.

...

A travler seeking shelter for the night wondered into a city. He didn’t know this city or even knew there was a city hear.

He knew something was off the second he was in the city limits. Unlike outside, the city had a dark aura around it. A tanted blue washed over everything, like a corps. No life was in site.

He wanted to get himself and his horse out as so...

Everything was normal, one beautiful day I had been walking down the street, buzzing with the joy of others, but it all came to an abrupt halt when an ear piercing screeching sounded. Then came the screams of people around me as they were killed off one by one. Everyone started running, their attempts seemingly failing as the creature attacked them, it seems that many people had been past the deat...

As I flee,

This city of death,

I drop the key,

And catch my breath.

I finally escaped,

And opened the door,

The night time draped,

And I started a war.

The ghosts and ghouls,

All followed my track,

As strong as a bull,

I felt their attack.

I fell to my defeat,

And looked for the key,

Oh how this treat,

Has been taken from me....

My bare feet hit the ground hard and I just kept running. I didn’t look back and I bolted through the piles of debris as fast as I could. The clamoring of the town could be heard gaining up on me. I was scared. But now as much as I was determined....