It shocked them to realise that the dead carry on living in random pockets where they can still find comfort and smell our familiar scents. Life is a lethal drug...we were all running on the spot just about hanging on.
It was never my intention to live in the eye of a storm. It was never my dream to host my own nightmares. But as the crowds gathered to witness my shame I remembered I was better than them.
His tears brought out the worst in her. She could kick him in the soft bits and he wouldn't even notice. She tuned out his whimpers and played the heroine.
When her head fell off, his improvised solution was not perfect. He couldn't sew for toffee and her sluggish reactions were driving him nuts. She wanted so much to make him happy.
