By day she was a dignified funeral director. Composed, as she led corpses to their resting place. Comforting to their loved ones. The same loved ones who came back later to find out the secrets of the dead. Yes, by night she was The Undercover Necromancer

8 33

A dastardly plot to sabotage a rival's chances of winning first prize in the annual marrow competition, was uncovered by a neighbour's operation..😉

2 23

Wonder came first
at your eyes, so deep and green,
at your singing by my side
at your tenderness when night comes!

A caress came second, like a gust of wind...
not the touch of human hand
but a tide that lingered on my trembling, weeping skin!

41 151

Then came the years when time stood as still as a dewdrop frozen on a winter leaf, and in those years, she let her memories freeze too, at an unfulfilled moment in her past. As blue light bathed her, resting back in her chair, unmoved from that moment, she remained.

8 42

As as it is, joining Xtron company may just be the best for Tyler. He needs the chaos to conceal the operation to infiltrate the headquarter & for easy

1 13

It was about time
to collect
indigo ransom
Our names
have been moved
to benefit
the erudite
and the mirror
reveals the purge
Light struggles down
to an insolvent
landscape
Awaiting the next surge

10 49

'Oh no, it's spreading Beezy, we're doomed.'
'I'm burning up, Grim. I think I'm infected, my hips are gyrating.'
'Oh no, my foot's tapping, it's spreading, an epidemic of disco fever!'
'Worse Grim, in Hell we call it an inferno.'
'...disco I mean...'

6 19

"I built a machine."

"What kind of machine?"

"Motion Activated Neumatic Isthmus Asphyx Core."

"#MANIAC?"

"Uh-huh."

"And what does it do?"

"It kills anything that moves."

"Rather fitting acronym then."

"Thanks. I came up with the name myself."

XD


0 5

Shaken loose beneath the skin
on a astray
Roaming potentiality contained
transmuted
into passionate vicissitudes of being

3 15

No one’s enough to steal a single of crop when Tyler is on the watch. Riding his stallion & strapped to the is his famous laser whip that can lash thru yards away. He needs no other weapons.

2 8

This
A mighty land
Of productivity
Burns through lifetime's sand
Such bountiful fare
So unaware
That behind the scenes
Machinations conspire
To add all souls
To Hell's burning pyre
This is Grim's harvest
My farm
Welcome to Marlboro country
AHEM, what's the harm?

5 14

With his own soul as an
Tyler was handed a bottle of tears that contains the power to rid sadness and despair. However he now faces two dilemmas: one he cannot use the potion on himself & who he should give it to.

3 17

Jane figured she’d up the team dynamic & win over Ralphi’s crew with her alluring & witty charm, given the unpopular method he has been handling them. From the looks of it, she might just be able to the leadership role

1 10

They call him the hombre
Though it's hard to say
And the ombré hombre
Has dual holstered
Hairspray
High noon approaches
Townsfolk make way
Bouffant blonde
Follows the wax way
Brandishing comb
Waits alone
In the old salon
There's only room for one
Hair will be done

10 26

Death of Civility ©️

Native Americans believe a ‘starving soul’ is like an Eagle with one wing—“it lacks access to & soar in a setting;” & like civility that ceases to exist anymore—you each other down to settle a score?🤔
✍️🏽#bravewrite

1 6

diablerie rent
in the fabric of time
the continuum’s
tenuous balance upset
accursed horrors

2 14

Warriors Live Forever©️

They say there's never a victory in defeat, but unlike a it's difficult to The of her beauty solidly lies while some throw rocks, hide their hands, & cast evil eyes—Warriors live forever!✍️🏽#bravewrite

1 8

One night I walked on a dream
Street,
With pockets full of wishes,
And I met love who took my
Hand,
Bringing me to that safe

Blue are the flowers of hope
That bloomed,
As my heart became a bird,
Flying high in the sky,
Taking me at the door of another
Life….

78 193

That accent, the way his Rs whirred at
the back of his throat like motors,
drove me wild. Everything sounds romantic in French.

But when you stumbled in & said, "fancy some chips?' I realised nothing can make a heart sing quite like one’s language. And potatoes.

15 54

Most days, he pushed away the feelings without needing a drink to numb them, but sometimes ghosts of the past or dread of an uncertain future would his thoughts. Then, temptation reared her head like a siren calling sailors to an alluring, exquisite death.

https://t.co/1TfxYnF50E

0 6