Shane Neufeld
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Oblivion
Here, at the end of all things. The sun sets for the final time on any creature capable of knowing. The last breath loosed rasping and rattling, the final simulacrum of song, without such an audience as the singer to regard it’s passing. From here on, there will be no pondering of the worlds and their content. Never again will a hopeful eye turn to the sky in wonder, now begins the era of a sightless galaxy. Nowhere among the cosmos will there be song by which to dance, and no dancers for song to be heard. The multitude of dreams and worries and memories once held so sacrosanct, now cast ethereal under the gaze of cold stars, lacking any fitting vessel to grant them some semblance of substance. If indeed the vast machinery of the universe churns onward, no sentry shall remain to ensure it so. As that last conscious mind retreats inward, shedding itself of all sense, does what was remain?
By Shane Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
Recollection
The wretched creature, little more than pale skin stretched over bones lay in the dirt. He dug ponderously by the dim light afforded to him by a small fire at the center of his cave dwelling. Flickering shadows danced across the back of the hunched figure as he dug , working diligently at the damp earth with his bare hands.
By Shane Neufeld4 years ago in Horror
Peace Be With You
The sun accosted a desert plain. It’s only defining feature the spiders web of cracks that split the reddish brown dirt. It was silent, not even the barest wind swept through the eternal oven. Waves of heat rising off the scorched earth comprised the only movement amid the desolation. Though if you were to gaze deep into the endless plain of writhing silent heat you may catch a glimpse of a dark figure, the mirage of a weather beaten man walking across the desert.
By Shane Neufeld4 years ago in Horror
