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Grim | SFW | Murder | Mystery
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A Murder/ Thriller Mystery
There’s a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun. The sun is being filtered through the clouds. The great machine of death is just over the horizon, one can hear the rearing and roaring of earthquakes, starvation, poverty, abuse, neglect, and the ever-renewing sump of corpse flesh. It chills the very bones. A flash of lightning streaks the skies, a roar of thunder a nightmare lullaby’s cry, and one cannot deny the fearful pounding of our hearts. Still smoldering the fog smothers the ground and we return to the murky darkness. The wind chills me; so, like the seasons, my time has come. Much like the wind my life is being felt in the present and forgotten once we are gone. Nothing more than a plain of golden dust, beneath the mirrors of disgust, are spread the petals glazed in muddy mire, in bloom for all those who wish to rip its bud from the stem. They once glimmer like notes in the anthem of sin, like the fate of life where nobody wins. My eyes open, and flicker for a moment trying to get us to the foggy haze outside my window. I rub the sleep from my eyes, throw back the covers from the bed, sit up, turn, and my feet touch the cool wood floor. I stand up; turn and look at the disheveled bed. The sheets probably still warm from my naked flesh being wrapped in them, it’s…