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Death Carriage
Once long ago there was a squeaky yet unique carriage. It was all black with steel windows that had a tiny peep hole in the center there were what looked like black roses hanging from the back along with something so horrifyingly frightening that everything died as it passed. The Death Keeper, blade in hand holding the door opened waiting for me to enter. But I am not ready to leave just yet.
- by bittersweet1313 |
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- | Submitted on 07/01/2010 |
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- Title: death cariage
- Artist: bittersweet1313
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- Date: 07/01/2010
- Tags: death cariage
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Comments (2 Comments)
- bittersweet1313 - 07/06/2010
- thank you for taking the time to read my short story i really apriciate your comments they mean alot especially sinde your the first to comment
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- Morbid Humour - 07/05/2010
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Wow.
The way you write is very unique. Your word choice is really exquisite. I especially thought this in, "It was all black with steel windows that had a tiny peep hole in the center there were what looked like black roses hanging from the back along with something so horrifyingly frightening that everything died as it passed." There is also a really great sense of imagery there.
Your topic creates a sense of mystery. If this was the topic of a book, I'd definitely read it. ^^
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