Original Works of Zombie Fiction and Poetry. Class and race mean nothing now. That thou art dead is not my cause for grief,. Though thy passing came at too soon an hour. Alas, it is thy death that was too brief;. Again you live, and would my flesh devour. Thy beauty damnéd hunger did displace,.

Safe Federal Coming to Pocalla. From age 6, age 18 and 50. Through the eyes of Kenyon. Kenyon Sid the Science Kid.

Every artist dips her brush in her own soul, and paints her own nature into her pictures. She glanced at the phone, losing herself in another meaningless train of thought. Mama, the found the body. She heard the other line of the phone whisper out to her. It made her angry, .

A raindrop does raise the sea. A jug filled by a drop of water, seems not to progress anywhere, however, it signels that one person can make a difference. A jug fills drop by drop.

August 1, 2011 by elisabethbee. I did not get to fish last year but three times my summer was taken up by other tasks. Not only that but the first time I did my car was broken into. Even this summer I have been occupied with getting my house ready to try and sell in the most depressed housing market of the century.

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My effort to choose, pursue, discuss, see, feel, touch, live and breathe hope. One Hundred Days of Hope. Hope, please find me. Find this crack in my home;. Slip through it and see me;. See the gaping hole inside my heart. Dear Hope, please I need you. I need your proof in the night. I need you to show me where to look. I need you to remind me how to pray.