
Habitual Obituaries
All Good Things Come to An End
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Final Bows

Thursday, June 24, 2010
Still Here
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Bloody Hot!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
A Pair of Aces

Angelina could talk, but it was too tiring and her words came out slurred. The nurses did their best to understand her, but they always ended up doing something she didn't ask for or giving her something she didn't want. Her father and brother, on the other hand, always understood her, but advised her to talk less and to sleep more and then went back to playing their card games. When she woke up, they'd wave at her and immediately go back to playing their card games. She'd ask them why they didn't go home and they'd ignore her. They wouldn't eat, they didn't sleep and they never stopped playing those darn cards! Angelina didn't understand why they were always with her and eventually, she stopped talking to them. She'd glance over at them every now and then and fall heavier into sleep.
One night, she felt so rested that she could get up on her own. She looked over at her father and brother and they pulled out a chair for her. She walked over to them and decided to join them for a game of cards.
"It's about time," said her brother.
"To learn the rules of this game," added her father.
And, just then, she remembered that they were dead.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Lost and Obliged

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