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The catacombs where ghostly bodies lie. In the silence you hear the screams go by.
Jackie Mae
Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot like James in that respect, for while my husband had bought his grace with his brilliance, Joshua did so with his looks. I considered that a moment, before turning away, suddenly finding I could not bear to look at him for fear of what I might forgive next.
Hazel Butler
The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already over.For the living at least. They grieved, yes, but they were not trapped in the terror of the moment.Not so for my poor, elegant wraiths. They were like the old-fashioned zoetropes you find at the seaside: a tiny slice of a world in a box, brief yet somehow also eternal.
Hazel Butler
I found serenity in the towers, especially the highest, even in the midst of winter. The crows also enjoyed the lofts, and I habitually fed them.Often I held conference with the grotesques lining the summit. The gryphon was perhaps my favourite. I’d regularly sat beside them when feeling pensive, even before James’s death, one leg dangling precariously over the edge
Hazel Butler
She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have looked angelic, instead she looked like a corpse, freshly raised from the grave, frosted in ice and darkness, swaying precariously in a graveyard.
Hazel Butler
The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the patches of darkness giving the appearance of skin sloughing off in small pockets. I’d almost forgotten the knife in my panic; the woman was far more dangerous than the weapon. Blood drizzled down the blade, obscuring the macabre reflection of Natalya’s face and suddenly I was transfixed by a thought that should have been immediate:Whose blood is that?
Hazel Butler
It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as stark as the sight of the snow against their bare branches and cracked, piceous bark. Unblinking, I watched the edge of the lake, waiting for it to reappear, but whatever it had been was gone, vanished under cover of a willow tree, lofty and dense, rearing over the lake, its branches dripping all the way to the ground. The tree’s lament had been transformed into a thing of such beauty I was tempted to go and hide within it.
Hazel Butler
I first witnessed the paranormal at the tender age of eight. This experience unlocked a doorway to a world full of unexplained mysteries, miraculous insights, and terrifying ghostly visits that have spanned a lifetime. Join me as I explore these stories…one book at a time.” ~L. Sydney Fisher
L. Sydney Fisher
MISSION ONE ACCOMPLISHED. The next challenge was bringing in online gamers to join him on his crusade. How was he going to convince online gamers to leave the privacy of their virtual world to work with others in the real world?--Harry Doubt
Anne-Rae Vasquez
A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just as I knew her death; I’d watched it often enough, those times I’d been unable to avoid crossing here. Nerys was always here, tied to the moment of her death, an echo, forever hurtling down into those waters, only to reappear an instant later, once more wavering on the rails.
Hazel Butler
He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to see himself through her eyes. It was time to change his style, throw off the shroud of timidity and start living his life.
Rubianne Wood
In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow the gods were currently depositing upon the lowlands. Between us and the mountains, the vast expanse of one of the innumerable caravan sites littering the Welsh shores was dimly visible, and at the far edges of the sands, grey waves tipped a mulch of brown foam up on to the beach, a sudden deposition of wishy-washy creatures that seemed to spider-leg over each other in their haste to reach the shore and see what all the fuss was about.But even these creatures comprised of sea-foam were freaked out by the death-stare, for the little critters swiftly dissipated under the force of a skeletal glower.A skull lay in the sand, its empty sockets staring down the beach at the retreating surge. Their fear wouldn’t last long. Soon they’d realise the skeleton had not engaged in pursuit, their confidence would grow, and they’d encroach, further and further up the bank. Eventually, they’d be close enough to see it was completely inert, and would overrun our position, victoriously sweeping up their fallen foe and dragging it back out with them into the dreary waves.
Hazel Butler
I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of the person who had once used that arm to shake hands, open doors, lift a mug of tea. I wondered if it was so very different from how I myself looked when I sat on the floor of my finds room, perhaps sitting cross-legged, at the centre of a circle of newly cleaned bones, a tibia in one hand, a toothbrush in the other …
Hazel Butler
The horror of what I saw chilled me to the bone. Blood glistened on my friend's lips. He knelt down and whispered something I could not hear. Star then stopped attacking, and to lay down to sleep. What the hell had he done to my dog? Just how much of a chance did I have to live through the next few moments of my life? I turned and ran as fast as I could, heart thudding in my chest. I ran down the pier, running for my life. Something came in front of me and grabbed me. It was Drew. He held my arms still in front of him. He stared intently into my eyes.
Stella Coulson
I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.
Steven Ramirez Dead Is All You Get
She had fire dancing in her eyes as she assaulted him with her serpent's tongue. Tonight she was not his wife but his little sister.
Shakuita Johnson
People spend their entire lives fearing the very thing you apparently crave. They do anything they can to delay the process or fool themselves into believing it’s farther away than it actually is. With every passing year, with every milestone, they only feel more anxiety, more inclination to defeat this inevitability of nature, only to realize that they’ve fostered an entire life of crippling fear, wasted on the fixation of its end. And there you sit, begging for it.
Luna DeMasi
Herbs, vials, and crap," I grumble. "Where are the massive weapons and spirit fighting spears?" "So impatient," Cooper says, mocking, and goes to pick up a tube filled with powder. "You know, these herbs and vials and crap are important.""Yes, because crap always sounds necessary.
Brandy Nacole
It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.
Brandy Nacole
The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.
Brandy Nacole
Safe? What can be classified as safe? Everything we do in life has a risk. Just getting out of bed each morning can be dangerous. It's not a matter of what is safe, Cooper, it's a matter of what are you going to allow to hold you back." I look down at him over my shoulder and smile. "You going to let some squeaking metal hold you back?
Brandy Nacole
It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.
Brandy Nacole
During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.
Steven Ramirez
Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.
Steven Ramirez
His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.
Steven Ramirez
A riverless silence made the air heavy.
Steven Ramirez
I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.
Steven Ramirez
Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?
Steven Ramirez
Drive. He’s already dead.
Steven Ramirez
But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.
Steven Ramirez
Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.
Steven Ramirez
‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’
Steven Ramirez
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.
Steven Ramirez
I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.
Steven Ramirez
For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.
Steven Ramirez
‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.
Steven Ramirez
I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.
Steven Ramirez
If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.
Steven Ramirez
I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.
Steven Ramirez
‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.
Steven Ramirez
You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.
Steven Ramirez
She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.
Steven Ramirez
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
Steven Ramirez
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
Steven Ramirez
There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.
Steven Ramirez
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
Steven Ramirez
The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.
Steven Ramirez
The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.
Steven Ramirez
This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.
Steven Ramirez
Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.
Steven Ramirez
She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.
Steven Ramirez
Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.
Steven Ramirez
When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.
Steven Ramirez
It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.
Steven Ramirez
I’m not a bad person.
Steven Ramirez
I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.
Steven Ramirez
We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.
Steven Ramirez
What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.
Steven Ramirez
I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
Steven Ramirez
This place is Hell’s waiting room.
Steven Ramirez
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