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The Shattering, Bri Wilson
The Shattering, Bri Wilson
The Tuxedo Archives
I’m dead. But I’m still here. My soul got left behind. I didn’t believe in souls but now I have to and
I don’t remember when I was last alive. My memories have been blurred, shaken, chopped. I can’t recall how it ended, there was a lot of pain, then it stopped. Suddenly.
(how did I die.)
I Cannot Make This Story Come Out Right, Kevin Coates
I Cannot Make This Story Come Out Right, Kevin Coates
The Tuxedo Archives
I cannot make this story come out right. I walked in and he was dead. Dead is dead. Nothing I said or did at that moment could change a single thing. I could wish it; I could regret it. But I could not change it. He was dead on the floor, looking like he was uncomfortably asleep, stiff. He did not have on his favorite shirt. There was a small spaghetti stain under his left pocket, and I knew he probably hadn’t even seen it. How distressed he would have been to die with a spaghetti stain on his shirt.