Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.