Wonders Of The Dead

The secrets of the other-side. What really happens when nightmares are released on the unsuspecting world of the living? A collection of stories from my dreams and imagination take you, as a reader on a wicked journey to explore the world of the dead. The themes of this little story gets a little extreme and f***ed up at times, so please… if you find it gets too intense please inform me.


1. A Touch of Death

I watched as my shirt fell to the ground, followed by my bra and panties. I was naked for the entire world to see. Yet as I looked into the mirror I was still the same old me. To the human eye I had flesh and looked normal. But when I looked at myself, I was a walking skeleton. My eyes were hollow black pits of doom. I could see every bad thing before it would happen. I could tell when a person was going to die just by looking at them. I am in every aspect of the word, a monster. If I touched anything that contained life, it would die. I just want to be normal. I want to know what it’s like to look in the mirror and see my skin, my hair, my lips, or even just to see a smile. But I can’t even see my heart. I hate being dead.

I remember the first day I went to school. It was terrifying. I thought people would notice the smell of rotting flesh, notice how the paint peels off the walls. But they didn’t. to this day I still have no clue. All I know is, I cannot feel pain, I cannot see my fleshy face… I cannot experience love. It saddens me that I am not able to do these things. That I’m different. That I have no choice in the dead life I live. 





This is all my own work. it would be great if i could have a co-author to help me out. even if its just with spelling and punctuation. thanx!

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