#ark

There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The stronger twin develops normally, while the weaker twin crumples and is encased by the body of the stronger twin, where it becomes a parasite. The result is a single child, plagued by a twin-shaped fossil inside. Like a tumor. In death Rose became Linden’s parasitic twin. They were two separate organisms once, growing steadily beside each other. Two pulses. Two brains. But she has crumpled and died, and still he carries her inside himself. She goes where he goes, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, a shadow behind his ribs. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#poetic-fiction #death

It's about a young girl who will stop at nothing to be the valedictorian of her class. It's very dark and very wicked, but it's got a great part for a kid, and a great part for an older woman. ↗

— Kevin Williamson

#class #dark #girl #got #great

All life is in vain, for Death makes a nonsense of pain. ↗

— Gasmaskman

#humor #inspirational #death

Sit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later." ~Chloe to Dageus. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dageus #death #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #death

I have no use for your body, for within its youth lies a rotten wench already deceased. ↗

— Keisha Keenleyside

#death #fantasy #horror #my-next-novel-quote-one #sex

He spent several days deciding on the artifacts. Much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself, and approximately the same time required to get that many reds. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead (which would prove he had been a misunderstood superman rejected by the masses and so, in a sense, murdered by their scorn) and an unfinished letter to Exxon protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way he would indict the system and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. Actually, he was not as sure in his mind what the death achieved as what the two artifacts achieved; but anyhow it all added up... ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#death

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#darkness #death #death

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. ↗

— Stephen King

#full-dark-no-stars #morbid #stephen-king #death

While death and darkness girdle me I grope for immortality. ↗

— Lionel Johnson

#death #immortality #death

Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair. ↗

— Clive Barker

#barker #clive #halloween #harvey #hood