#death

We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #fantasy #love #red #science-fiction

Love?' Echo was right. All destruction started from love, didn't it? ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #fantasy #love #red #science-fiction

Her own vague red trail created a livid atmosphere. She was like an avalanche and they were her nostalgia. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#fantasy #love #red #science-fiction #scifi

The red was something none of them could contain. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #fantasy #love #red #science-fiction

Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he'd both created and destroyed his body's energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing power at the origin of himself. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #fantasy #love #red #science-fiction

He had forgotten they lived with a rope around their necks - until it cinched. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #fantasy #love #red #science-fiction

Life serves the food, and Death always shows up to the banquet, like an univited guest with nothing in hand to contribute, just to devour everything then leave. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#death #devour #left-with-nothing #life #selfish

What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps a-field. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#robert-louis-stevenson #death

The rancid odor mixed with the dust, death, and confusion as they awaited those who could clean up the mess and make death official. ↗

— G.G. Collins

#ghosts #native-american #paranormal-mystery #psychic-medium #spirit-animal

If these pages are thick with death, think of the battlefield. Corpses in different stages of decay, the slowly dying, moments of death exist around you everywhere. Who are you? You are among the living, but can you be certain? ↗

— Susan Griffin

#war #death