grim

Many grim tales stem from your green lands, and still deeds both noble and evil shall yet unfold there.

From the very second that two people sat together around a fire in the forest, there was another human out there who felt better in the dark.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

Faith is, believing there is still a star out there to wish on, just for you, tucked away behind dark clouds.

_Do you think there__ somewhere else, some other place to go after this one?_ Mandy blurted out.__ou mean when you die, where will you end up?_ Alecto asked her. __I wouldn__ know_ back to whatever void there is, I suppose._____e thought about it_ every living thing dies alone, it__l be lonely after death,_ Mandy sighed sadly. __hat freaks me out, does it scare you?___ don't want to be alone,_ Alecto replied wearily. __e won__ be, though. We__l be dead, so we__l just be darkness, not much else, just memories, nostalgia and darkness.___ don__ want to be any of that either though,_ Mandy exclaimed, bursting into tears and crying, keeping her eyes to the floor, her voice shaky as she spoke to him. __hen we die, we__l still be nothing, the world will still be nothing, everything__l just be nothing!___ou__e real though, at least that__ something,_ Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly.

Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on_ places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills_ a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future.

Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.

it was like staring at a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion

When shrouded meanings and grim intentions are nicely polished up and pokerfaced personae are generously palming off their fantasy constructs, caution is the watchword, since rimpling water on the well of truth swiftly obscures our vision and perception. ("Trompe le pied.")

So many people overlook the small things. The way someone's laugh makes y ou smile. The way their eyes can captivate you. How the way they speak can enlighten you, encourage you, inspire you. A touch of their hand to yours. A quick kiss on the cheek. An 'I love you.

Any girl with a grin never looks grim.

The old man had been tanned by the light of too many beer signs, and it just goes to show that you can__ live on three packs of Chesterfields and a fifth of bourbon a day without starting to drift far too fuckin_ wide in the turns.

You don__ need a plan. You have the Puck with you, remember? I__ an expert at this. And I__e never needed an elaborate plan to pull anything off._...__orry not, human,_ the cat sighed, giving himself a thorough shake. __ am going with you as well. With Goodfellow__ exemplary planning, someone has to make sure you go through the right door.

I spent a lot of last night being moody and grim.I__ a vampire. We__e allowed to do that. It__ in all the brochures.

Alone"From childhood__ hour I have not been As others were__ have not seen As others saw__ could not bring My passions from a common spring_ From the same source I have not taken My sorrow__ could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone_ And all I lov____ lov__ alone_ Then__n my childhood__n the dawn Of a most stormy life__as drawn From ev__y depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still_ From the torrent, or the fountain_ From the red cliff of the mountain_ From the sun that __ound me roll__ In its autumn tint of gold_ From the lightning in the sky As it pass__ me flying by_ From the thunder, and the storm_ And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view_

Always best to start with violence and attempt communication second. People reacted more favorably when they knew you would snuff a few lives to get what you wanted... or for no reason whatsoever.