How will you feel when you die?
Will you laugh or will you cry?
Burned to ash or in the earth?
What’s it to you? What’s it worth?
But have you thought, I wonder?
What’s it like to go under?
Rest in peace, don’t you assume?
Urn placed in a noisy room?
What if your neighbor’s a bore?
Or she has an awful snore?
What if you can still feel pain?
Have an itch or poorly lain?
What if your legs need a stretch?
Read a book or make a sketch?
Fulfill an urge? Take a piss?
How will you cope with all this?
Losing your eyes and your hair?
What about the smell down there?
What if someone kicks your urn?
Covered in mold or a
The snow fell in thick, unceasing sheets, covering all the world in silver-white powder, as a knight, horseless and squireless, but not without his sword, made his way out from the cover of the trees and into the hilly landscape of an unfamiliar kingdom. Thither a road ran from the forest into the West, where the knight made his way toward his homeland and his destination therein. However, whatever lay upon the road or beside it, the knight was completely blind to it, so heavy fell the snow.
Whilst he had still journeyed through the forest, and the sun withdrew from its high seat, the knight was able to go unhindered upon the road
It was unfortunate that Ronald hadn't any teeth, even more so because, as a vampyre, he very much had need of them and had no means of growing them back. Vampyres, as a rule, being reanimated corpses, have none of the regenerative abilities of other nightly things. So Ronald was stuck as he was: an old and toothless vampyre. Though how Ronald had come into such a state is interesting in itself.
As it was, in life, Ronald was not the sort of man to care for himself very well. Keeping good hygiene was a chore, and he did not give much thought to the awful foods and substances he ingested daily. Thus by the time Ronald reached his th
Full Title: "The Real Saint Nick, or How Henry and Jack Learned the Truth About Father Christmas"
It was four days before Christmas, and Henry felt none of the joy most children his age were feeling when he came home from school that Friday afternoon. The children had been let out early to give them a head start on their winter holiday. Never mind the teachers were exhausted of chasing and yelling after students and needed a reprieve from their riotous behaviour the past week. But Henry did not join his fellow classmates' game of seeing how many grey hairs they could give their teacher, Mrs. Woods, before the end of the day. Rathe