My corpse continues to rot and the only relief I can get is to scrape off the flesh before it falls off on its own.
They say you die once when you stop breathing and a second time when someone says your name for the last time
The principal of my sons school called me at work today to tell me my son pushed another kid while on on a school excursion.
"Now be careful, that line of rock salt is the only thing keeping them out," the man said, welcoming my group into his refuge.
I framed the first letter I got as a police officer, from a woman thanking me after I'd supported her through her daughter's suicide.