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Death of a Soldier

By Uttam Gill, published on Dec 2, 2011

...and hopeless state of mind. The existence of God comes into fray of our mind when for years peace refuse to set in and the blood bath continue. The booming gun shakes the earth and thereafter when the guns are silent... the wailing shrieks from the smouldering remains pierce the silence of death. No distinction can be made between the charred objects; everything gets mingled; beneath the surface of fallen debris life cease to exist in recognizable state. The calamites of war torn countries and people cannot be understood in burning journals of News paper or revealing commentaries of TV ... (more)

Tags: death, war, soldier

I Miss You Mom

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 26, 2011

11 years back I lost my mother. Her last days were really very painful. She tried hard and ultimately gave up because she couldn't bear the pain. I witnessed her rapid degeneration which subsequently turned into multi system atrophy. She endured the agonizing moments with dignity which left an indelible mark over me. I need to answer her by following her. I still remember the scorching heat of Indian summer the way she kept us safe. Yes, you kept us safe in all the weather. How can I forget the long black hair; the sight of you sitting out in the sun with hair open in one of those cold Sunday... (more)

Tags: love, death, memories, mother, care, old age, son

The Dark Side of Holidays

By SimplyD, published on Nov 16, 2011

...of depression and hoarding. The darkness crept in before her funeral. Disagreements over logistics divided our family for decades – the last thing my grandmother would have wanted. Her life was dedicated to bringing family together, not tearing them apart.

The first Christmas after her death was the first time there would be no tree, tamales or festivities with family. Even though I was barely ten, I could understand a mourning period. It felt normal not to celebrate the holidays that year. The following years were anything but normal. My dad drank more heavily, my aunt and uncle... (more)

Tags: christmas, depression, death, hoarding

My First Death

By Notumbus Bumbus, published on Nov 14, 2011

... the years. I really should have stayed away from chocolate, I suppose, but as it was never definitively proven to be the cause of my own particular type of stones, I figured the hell with it. Dying from too much chocolate beat the hell out of dying in a car wreck, in my opinion.

My second death happened at seventy-eight, that time from an improperly swallowed cherry. Don’t ask. Let’s just say I suspected my grandson’s girlfriend. I was never really convinced she knew the first thing about cooking.

When I was eight-five, I died from complications of a broken hip,... (more)

Tags: death

Of gardens and cats...

By Cielo, published on Nov 10, 2011

...quiet garden…

Lemon grass, sweetgrass and sleepy Jacob’s Ladder, cat thyme, pansies and heaps of dried leaves unite; they blend and come together as Nature gently puts them to sleep.

And the wind in the trees is chanting a sad hymn; it bewitches me and brings to mind dying and death. I shiver as I listen to this song; each stanza suggesting finitude; it’s the song inherent to autumn… the year is slowly dying.

I’m also thinking of life. My thoughts are thick; falling fast from some parts of my brain like autumn leaves on trees. This sense of depletion, of... (more)

Tags: fall, death, life, autumn, cats, thoughts for the soul, gardens, rebirth

My Mom Died

By christinemer, published on Nov 7, 2011

...make them into something they were not meant to be, or didn't want to be. I like that about her now.

I like that she would give you anything you wanted; she had no real investment in her things. My late mother-in-law, who was my beloved mentor, once told me that within a few days of her death all that she had acquired over the course of nearly 100 years would be dispersed as if no one had ever gathered it. She was right. My mother, on the other hand, gave away much of what she had, so that scattering of belongings will not be so dramatic in her case. Her things live in homes all... (more)

Tags: death, mourning, mother daughter relationships

Imagine If All Humans Were Vegan

By Arthur Poletti, published on Nov 6, 2011

*IMAGINE …

WHAT KIND OF INCREDIBLE WORLD IT COULD BE IF ALL HUMANS WERE VEGANS*

AND ALL FACTORY FARMS AND SLAUGHTERHOUSES CLOSED SOON AFTER THE COMPLETE COLLAPSE OF THE LIVESTOCK INDUSTRY.

Ending a multitude of the most destructive worldwide catastrophic atrocities in recorded history.

Setting the stage for the most beneficial improvements and monumental achievements imaginable, for humans, animals, the earth, and the earth’s atmosphere.

VEGANS have *MUCH STRONGER IMMUNE SYSTEMS* and can expect to live healthier and much more productive lives for at least... (more)

Tags: death, life, torture, murder, kindness, famine, floods, disease, animalwelfare, vegan, veganism, factoryfarms, slaugherhouses, animalflesh, dairyproducts, cruelty, globalwarming, wildfires

The Children That Watch Us

By LVera, published on Oct 18, 2011

...cold wind and the laughter of dead children.

"Inside!" his father said. "It's too late now."

"What the hell are you talking about Mark?"

Corey lied on the couch with his swollen body. He began to remember the mask and costumes those four strange kids wore. "They smelt like death," Corey said.

"Because they are. Those kids are some devil's offspring," his father said.

"Mark! What are you talking about?" his wife tried to say but the sound of shotgun shells hitting the linoleum, silenced the room. Corey's father loaded two into one of his father's guns. "I... (more)

Tags: death, halloween, short story, horror, Stephen King, murder, l. vera, scary, trick or treat, campfire story, the children that watch us

Silver Bullets

By LVera, published on Oct 16, 2011

High above an abandon quarry, under a starlit night, stood Mickey. His back was faced away from the chasm as he stared down the center of Clyde's revolver. Among dry desert dirt, on her hands and knees, crying, is the love of his life. Sand and tears caked one side of her face and the man who stood above her with a gun pointed at the back of her head was Clyde's right-hand man, Glen. A cloud covered the moon leaving Mickey in a dark shadow. Clyde pulled the trigger and the bullet tore through Mickey's skull, tossing his head back and lifting his feet off the ground and into the chasm.

As... (more)

Tags: death, halloween, bullet, murder, story, silver, l. vera, short, bullets, werewolves, werewolf, revenge, scary

Dreams- Masters of con

By SZU, published on Oct 11, 2011

I am awake

Unwary of the sleeping death;

As it is unaware of me.

The day it decides to wake up,

it will swindle me to sleep.

And I will

Never be prepared;

For this eternal absence of wakefulness. I often wonder,

if death’s as caught off-guard as life is. If it will ever be prepared for a never-ending vigilance. Maybe it’s sleeping with dreams of waking up one day. As I am awake with dreams of being never put to sleep. Perhaps these dreams are the masters of con… The real cheats , disguised as comfort.

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Tags: death, dreams, life, sleep, cheat

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