This new world was friendlier to the dead than the living.   After trying all the usual things they talked about on the news and in the papers and on the fliers in the post office, I finally...   “Her eyes are gray,” I whispered. “Penny’s eyes are gray.” ____________________________________________ image courtesy Marloes*  

So much rides on yes or no. "Hey, Steven!" Some kid in a Shiny Toy Guns hoodie that I recognized but couldn't name shouted across the parking lot at me. "You have anything new for tonight?" I wordlessly... _________________________________ Author's Note: This one is in the same world as LAMENT and BALLAD and falls somewhere between them in the timeline. photo courtesy moi.

"I've always liked airports," I said brightly. The October wind grabbed my pink scarf and jerked the tassled ends of it against my face. I batted at the tassles. "All the bustle, people coming and going...(I didn't realize it was going to be a series, but I guess it is. Part I-III can be found by clicking on the "Death" tag to the left of the community). image courtesy: Ko:(char *)hook  

I love this time of year, in this town. The trees are poised, waiting, their green leaves drying in the memory of another season. The air is   clear as glass, clear as ice, clear as the sharp blue...Author's Note: It's October, and I'm officially alive. Sometimes it feels like I wait all year for fall. image courtesy: EssJay is Happy in NZ

Death was in a bad mood, even before the cat got into the taxi. “It’s pouring rain out there. Do you mind if we let this guy in?” the driver asked us, looking over his shoulder. ... the continuing saga of emo-death. Previous installments can be found by clicking on the "death" tag in the left sidebar. Image courtesy of digiart2001 .

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive....Author's Note: I was listening to "Brooklyn is Burning" by Head Automatica and wanted to write something savage and apocalyptic. image copyright 2008 Maggie Stiefvater.

SNOW : I am Snow White. The story wouldn’t be called “Snow White” if it was named properly. It’d be called Nick by-Basil, because that’s who it was really about. Not about me. I know what you’re thinking...by-Malley, who was the son of Malley by-Sky, who was the son of Sky by-Merlin in his turn. I am from a family of huntsmen, highwaymen, miners, royalty. And it’s not your kiss that will wake her.”

I never knew what silent meant until that day. The day that only the trees and I had voices. * * * * * It was a slow, rhythmic world, equal parts sprawling verdant forest and endless golden...house with so much gravitas and presence that I'm just waiting for it to say something one of these days. Of course, it probably already says plenty, just not when I'm around. photograph courtesy:

Today was the day we answered that question that has burned on mankind’s collective mind since at least 1938: which is faster, a Volkswagen or a wizard? My friend Simon provided the Volkswagen, a...pointy boot behind. ________________________________ Author's Note: This is a concept I've had in my head for five years. image a very very very old one of mine, copyright 2003.

“Perfect. Wonderful. Great,” Death said, looking at the blood spattered up the wall. “This finally dispels my question about whether I’ll get my damage deposit back.” I rested my chin on Death’s shoulder...still quite legible: WE DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE. ____________________________ Author's Note: Sucks to be irrelevant, even if you're a minor god. photo courtesy of tanakawho