Take a moment, now and then, to sit in a comfortable position, clear the mind, and reflect on the utter monstrosity of it all.
Beware the lovely girl, draped in silk and roses, who walks the hills and calls you by name. Her beauty is legend, but the trade unfair.
It appears that many of my works can be had for free on those silly Kindle devices. Have at them; your money means nothing to me now.
Many sleep soundly, their dreams of ball fields or ballrooms, of old glories and young hearts. Those, that is, who cannot hear the cries.
A deep calm wraps around this little village. Bathtime has passed, warm milk been swallowed, and peace is upon all homes. Unless...
I can't quite place the odor, let alone trace the source. But I can tell without a doubt that is old, so very old.
Forgive my recent silence, dear ones. A journey took an unexpected turn, I found myself lost amidst the fog. Cold hands grasped my ankles.
How does this night find thee, friends? Are you warm? Cozy in your beds? Not for long: a man with a scarred parcel seeks your address.
I believe I have been propositioned by an electronic lady. This happened so rarely when I was alive.
At times, I admit, I get lonely, even still. Then I remember the nature of human interaction, and am, once again, glad to be dead.
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I've a case of the shivers: foul things ride the wind. It'll be a stiff drink and a tale of terror for me this eve.
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Good afternoon, Ms. Taylor. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance. Indeed, your eyes are as they say. Charming!