Death Cheats MeA Chapter by Laurel ChaseIn which I realize that I have underestimated the sardonic wit and cruel cleverness of Death.Death is a b*****d. Filthy, slimy thing! Coward! Traitor! "Perhaps another day," he murmured quietly. Perhaps another day. But when his scythe Curled around my daughter's throat, And when her empty voice Filled my ears-- "Damn you!" I wail, "I cannot wait any longer!" --Only his void echo replied, "Perhaps another day." © 2015 Laurel Chase |
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Added on March 22, 2015 Last Updated on March 22, 2015 AuthorLaurel ChaseVAAboutWriter with way too little time on her hands. Has a tendency to sporadically write whenever the mood strikes her fancy. more..Writing
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