One hour more One hour more They say after you die, your brain still has seven minutes of activity. Seven minutes. Seven minutes to relive everything you have ever done, where the good and the bad flash in front of your eyes. Time slows and crumbles as it defies its rules and it leaves you, quiet for a second amongst the chaos. Watching as the broken relationships and your worst experiences bite and snap at you, unable to get close enough as they strain at their leashes like rabid dogs. But they can't reach you unless you let them, although sometimes they worm their way in, pulling you towards them, making you need to grab them, to reach out to them, your curiosity spiking as you need to relive them, even though the pain was almost too much to bear the first time. Almost. Instead, you try to focus on the good ones. But the bad ones are stubborn, the bad ones come back, they always do. They always always do.

A collection of one shots inspired by stuff I've read on Pinterest, or maybe not, we may never know! No.1 -mendel No.1- whizzvin No.1-Whizzer No.3- falsettos No.6- marvin

What is the worst crime? Some might say murder, some might say theft, but what if it were something as simple as love? In the small town of Salem, Chilled is a sheriff. His duty is to rid the town of those who have chosen the life of evil, and he points them out to the jailor who decides how to deal with them. Yet when his true identity is compromised, and an unexpected visitor is there to save him, how much will he risk to pay the man back? And maybe more importantly, how much more will he risk to keep the man alive?