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| Dead Body Series |
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I would like to explain the purpose of the Dead Body Series. It is a group of very short stories that shares with the reader how dangerous and evil our corruptable nature really is. This nature of ours would ultimately lead to our own deaths. Because of God's mercy and active role in humanity, each of us is spared, again and again, from the destruction of our selfishness. This series demonstrates the extreme results of our nature without the existence of God's hand of mercy in our lives.
You could say it is like some of those old fables and tales you read to children that have some kind of moral lesson, warning the reader to be careful and do the right thing. I hope you enjoy them. Beware that you don't also share the same fates, of the poor souls, in the Dead Body Series!
The stories thus far:
The Frog
The MouseLabels: Dead Body Series, macabre |
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posted by Brett @ 1:32 PM
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| The Frog |
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The frog was admiring the colors in the sky, floating slowly in the pond. The evening sun, large and orange, was setting in a pink background. The water in the pond was slowly lapping against the body he was perched on.
This poor fisherman drifted along in isolation. No one has come looking for him yet. They may never come. This pond is but one of many hidden ponds in these lonely woods. Fishing line was here and there, wrapped around one leg and an arm. A soaked ball cap was lying in the weeds.
Earlier that morning the man came and was standing on his boat, quietly fishing, smoking his cigar, and enjoying the morning breeze.
If only the young man had not been so harsh, when the frog started singing to his mate, and thrown the rock so hard at him that he lost his balance, flailing desperately to keep from tipping the boat, but it was too late. He hit his head on the side of his boat and drowned.
From the Dead Body Series
Written in 2004Labels: Dead Body Series, macabre |
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posted by Brett @ 1:26 PM
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| Will You Ever Wake Up? |
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The sleeping rock
Is thrown against the screaming wall.
It cracks but remains silent.
It won't awake.
Upon the pebble path it lays.
Written in 2003Labels: poetry |
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posted by Brett @ 9:19 AM
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A Petal tears from its mother.
Swimming through the air
It crashes, stopping, laying next to its brother.
Faded it stiffens, then crumbles to dust-
An orphan death.Labels: poetry |
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posted by Brett @ 2:54 PM
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| You're Haunting Me...Stop It! |
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Drifting in the open breeze,
Floating through the closing trees,
I see you there
Staring, at me...
I don't move a muscle.
I just breathe.
Slowly...I breathe.
Then...
I run!
Run!
To the lake I run!
I want to see the sun again!
Keep me from the dark,
Not alone with just your apparition!
Don't leave me staring at you.
Don't keep me in these woods,
Frozen like a fear in a dream.
I'm still again...
My mind is racing.
All I want is to...
Run!
Run!
I will not remain corpsed
In these airless woods,
So I flee!Labels: poetry |
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posted by Brett @ 2:40 PM
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| Flesh Rot, Not Your Normal Disease |
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"You smell funky!"
"Thank you, sir!"
"For what putting up with your reeking flesh?"
"No, for making me aware of Flesh Rot, a rare disease. My flesh will become like a cacoon and when it has fully rotted away from my body I will have transformed into a massive beast with wings, claws and sharp teeth.
At this point I will be very hunger and will have the need to consume around 20 people to give me the strength needed to fly. I will soar thousands of feet into the sky. With help from the jetstream, I will fly to the Alps and hybernate for 1000 years. After awakening those many years later, I will be consumed with the strong urge to mate and start the process all over again, perpetuating the species.
Thank you for making me aware. I think Wal-Mart has an over the counter drug for it. I'll stop by on my way home and pick some up."Labels: fantasy |
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posted by Brett @ 1:53 PM
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