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Child of Death

It was Death who leisurely walked down the street of a quiet neighborhood. Death appeared normal, a young girl one would see playing happily with other children. The only hint that this was, in fact, not a young girl to be talking to was the look on her face. She had the expression of a person in agonizing loneliness. Her eyes were blank and emotionless, her mouth a thin line. This is why as soon as Death had appeared, walking in this seemingly perfect neighborhood, every parent ushered their child inside and locked the door. As everyone could guess, Death had an agenda. She carefully walked up the street before turning abruptly towards a particularly cheerful looking home. Death strode up to the front door and knocked thrice, then waited. The man who answered was unfortunate, as well as unaware of his awaiting fate. He looked at Death with a quizzical expression, "Yes?"

Death stared up at the man before opening her mouth to speak these dreaded words, "You will die tomorrow and you will deserve it."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away from the now shaking man, moving down the street to her next victim.
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The right man

Later the company commander called the sergeant aside. "Some of the men think you're a little too rough on them. They asked me to talk to you." His expression was serious, but there was a knowing gleam in his eyes. The sergeant knew this was just a formality. "Captain you know as well as I do that these men, especially the green ones, need to fear me more than the enemy,hate me even, if necessary. How the hell else can I expect 'em to obey me when I tell them to run into the line of fire?" His harsh voice rose in anger before he caught himself. "Um, sorry sir." The captain just smiled and Thanked the sergeant before walking casually away.
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Darkness

The animal carcus fell still congested unit, as a foul stench filled my nose. Covering my face with one hand, i tried to limit the poisonous odour contaminating my lungs. As horrid as the rotting corpse was, it had sharply woken me from my groggy state, as I sat upright watching a torrent of lavae and insects spill from the now rotting meat before me. As the floor filled with crawling creatures, my heart begin to race, begging me to run, all I could do was cower in the corner. Frozen in fear.
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Moon Baby

Everything was blurred, my mind lethargic.
I couldn't remember. Walking, collapsing --dying. I thought that, if anything, literally coming back to life would give me insight. That I'd be grateful to be alive. But instead of gratitude all I felt was pain. My skin, my bones, my THOUGHTS hurt as they tried to simultaneously recall and forget what had brought me here. At least they were kind. There were kind-faced nurses with warm hands and doctors with calming voices.
Why on earth couldn't I remember stumbling my way to this place?
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