The horror of life,
Living in an evil world,
Dying is heaven.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from George Zelinski and writers in Poets and other communities.
The gifts we receive, Organ donors are in town, Life’s on holiday.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
When one appears estranged from their ability to feel, do not apply pressure *** we all know the type... strong-willed, focused, stern... secretly unsettled.
By Lamar Wiggins2 days ago in Poets
"I feel that I'm at that certain place in time - where I am wasting my time, frittering away my life". What life, you are a typewriter!
By Novel Allena day ago in Poets
The Capulets and the Montagues loathed one another. That was the way it was. That was the way it was always supposed to be. Every member of the Montagues had to despise every member of the Capulets and vice-versa. In this hatred, Verona prospered.
By Reiley5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.