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Tuesday, 12 December 2017

13 Resurrected by @limitlessbooks

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DEATH

“Noun: the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.”

It’s the only certain thing in life. A journey every living creature is forced to take. It cannot be eluded, and there’s no escaping its fatal claws. It’s the one constant in every religion that cannot be proved wrong…death will find everyone.

But what if death is not the end? What if it’s only the beginning?

Stories of the living dead have been told through the centuries. Some of us want to believe, and some of us are too afraid to face the truth that sometimes—just sometimes—the dead never leave.

This is a collection of stories bound to make you question every belief, filling in the blanks of the unknown. Whether it’s the woman scorned finally given a chance for revenge after death, or an evil force trapping generations of a single family in a home for eternity—these are the deadly tales told from the grave.

Do not think it’s over when the Grim Reaper comes to call.

Death is not the final masquerade.

13 is Resurrected…

Are you afraid?

Featuring 'The Game' by Samie Sands

My heart pounds violently against my ribcage as I lie frozen in my sleeping bag, waiting for the right moment to arrive. There’s an argument playing out in the back of my mind, a small voice wishing I could reconsider my decision, but I won’t. This is how I’ve survived the last three and a bit years by myself, and that’s how I intend to go on.  
Developing deep connections and feelings doesn’t lead to anything good. It leads to people dying, and I cannot lose anyone else. I won’t. I’m not even attached to these people, not really, it’s just because I’ve been here for a long time, a mistake I won’t make again. I don’t know why I’m even doubting myself, it makes no sense.  
Once the moon’s high enough in the sky, I sit up and glance around at everyone, trying not to think about the fact I won’t ever see these people again. Leaving in the middle of the night isn’t ideal, it leaves me tired and vulnerable, but if I wait until it’s daylight and everyone else is awake, they’ll try and persuade me to stay and for the first time I might actually be tempted. 
It looks like everyone’s sleeping, time to get my stuff together. Time to go. 
I have my backpack already organized, which is the only thing I’ll take with me because I like to travel light, I’m already dressed, and all I need to do is slip on my boots. 
So why am I hesitating? 

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