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      Grant's mind seems stuck in an endless loop of self doubt that has him locked in place while the horrifying scene unfolds before him.  His eyes remain fixed on the ground in front of him as the earth begins to quake and split to form a large jagged chasm at his feet.  He knows what is coming before the first whispers of roars and growls make their way up from the inky depths of the newly formed opening.  Tears form in the corners of his eyes when the first set of gnarled talons reach the surface moments later, and are soon joined by many, many more of various shapes and sizes.  The fear and self doubt is not born out of any sense of dan

  The gentle southern breeze washes over him as he faces out across the flat expanse of the dry field in front of his home.  He rocks himself lightly as he stares and focuses his graying eyes on a single treetop poking up along the horizon until everything else blurs and melts away to black.  The wind seems to pick up slightly as he loses the tree and is faced with nothing but a vast blackness in every direction.  He stands up, the rocking chair continuing to sway after he makes his way off of the porch and into the sea of black before him.  He no longer feels the soft touch of wind, but it is still eerily cold considering he lives in a notor

'Immortality is the dream of children, and the passage of death is the true mark of adulthood,' these words echo through my mind every time I am confronted with death.  I see those around me mourning in the more traditional sense, weeping and the like, but I can only smile slightly at the thought that this person has found peace from any pain or suffering they may have been going through and taken a step closer to a more perfect existence.  I actually feel something more akin to jealousy that they have moved on to something that I may not see for many years to come, when I would rather be with them as they move through this exciting and profo

  'Thinking has become my worst enemy, ready to reduce me to a quivering shell of a human being with the slightest motion forward.  Strange how my mind has seen fit to turn against me, leaving me truly alone in this place.  The darkness around me now is only temporary, the others will be back this way soon, and I have no where else to hide,'  his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of crushing gravel off to his left.  He turns to the sound of the nearing steps, the elongated shadows of 3 people walk towards his last safe haven, the shadows shrinking into more appropriate human appearance as they come closer.  H

    The old man walks slowly down the icy sidewalk, flurries of snow lightly falling and melting away as soon as they reach the concrete.  His feet slip with every step, but he keeps his pace with ease.  The bundles of coats and scarfs walk quickly past while they try to keep their feet underneath them.  He keeps his head high as he watches the few passing pedestrians that try to brave the brisk winter evening.  He quickens his pace as he sees the sun drop closer to the horizon in front of him.  In the ages that have past him, there are only a few things that he can find comfort or enjoyment in, this trek being one of them.  His destination b