Cries Within The Coffin
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Last published Thu, Feb 4, 2016
Ever imagine what it would be like to lay dormant for so long in your final resting place? That bliss that everyone speaks of when you die, that eternal slumber... Well, reality hits you hard when you all find it for not. Death, is the only the beginning of your eternal pain. After all, death is only the beginning.
--> Just a small chiller I am working on that some how reminds me of Edger Allen Poe when he wrote the Cask of Amontillado. I hope you all enjoy this small short story I am working on. Also, please don't be afraid to tell me if it is bad or inform me of an grammatical errors. I am still really bad with grammar, but I am doing my best to work on it.
ENJOY~~
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