I Love You, Death - Chapter 2That evening, both Grim and Francesca couldn't stop thinking about that morning. Although no kisses, 'I love you's or indeed any forms of romance were exchanged, they had both suspected the feelings they had for eachother.Francesca just sat at her desk, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She was supposed to be doing her homework, but all she could think about was Grim, Grim, Grim...I wonder if he really does like me? Or maybe its just my imagination. Perhaps he just thinks of me as a good friend that gives him a break from Billy and Mandy. Oh darn, how I wish I knew!!Filled with frustration, she shut down her computer, knowing that it was pointless to keep foolishly attempting to 'work'. All she could think of was him, and the futility of it all was making her quite mad.Rather angrily, she slumped onto her bed, grabbed her favourite stuffed Moogle doll and just lay there, staring blankly at the wall.Oh how I wish you loved me, the way I'm just passionately in love with you! May
I Love You, Death - Chapter 1"Mandy!!! Hey Mandy!!!"The annoying voice pierced painfully through her ears, adding greatly to her frustration."What?!" She asked without turning to face him."Come and play with me!! Pleeeaaaasee!!!!!" The boy fell begging onto his knees infront of her.Mandy sighed. They were in Billy's frontyard. She was sitting on one of his deckchairs reading a book, or trying to at least. Billy had already gotten bored of pestering Grim and had decided to come and interrupt her temporary moment of peace."Go pick on someone else, I'm getting to the good part!" She snapped."But-but Grim doesn't wanna play either!! I WANNA PLAAAAAY!!!!!!" He bawled loudly."UGH!! Fine!! Whatever, just be quiet already!!" Mandy snapped her book shut and slammed it down onto the deckchair. She had no choice but to run along with him.The two were young, 10-year-old kids, a boy and a girl who lived in the same street in a place called 'Endsville'. Billy was a rowdy, hyperactive, maniacal boy who had a knack for di
Ode to Death: Harbinger of LifeThey say you are ugly,A horrid, foul creature,Is that what you're supposed to be?Beauty, I'm afraid, is all that I can see.Bones pearl white,Cloak black as night,In your hands, your scythe,And your sockets forever hollow.You are known as Death.You arrive at the final hour,To take lost souls away,Before you, mortals cower.But I christen you anew,Life is your new symbol,For the life inside my heartyou bestowed upon me.Addicted, am I, to none other than youForgotten, have I, all others beforeLike magic, I cast my fears awayTo follow you on your ghastly way.For I know now, I can never forgetThe time the flame was lit within,To never be extinguished, to forever remain,Burn, burn brighter, burn bright love aflame!