Four

Food MemoryDanny never knew his own last name. He knew hers, though, for it was her name that he stole for himself ( Read more... )

As always, these aren't the only entries for which I voted, but they are the entries that struck me the most and lingered in my mind.

The List of Striking Entries - Week Five

agirlnamedluna's Entry
autumn-writing's Entry
cacophonesque's Entry
dslartoo's Entry
ellakite's Entry
locknkey's Entry
mac-arthur-park's Entry
mstrobel's Entry
nialyind's Entry
nyxocity's Entry
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Cemetaria

Three

InconceivableWe face each other across the empty air. It is the air that is the breath of those who are now deceased and those who are yet to die. We face each other - you, the human, and I, the Keeper of the Dead ( Read more... )

As before, these aren't the only entries for which I voted, but they are the entries that struck me the most and lingered in my mind.

The List of Striking Entries - Week Four

alephz's Entry
applespicy's Entry
banyangirl1832's Entry
daoming's Entry
done-talking's Entry
ecosopher's Entry
irishrosedkm's Entry
ladyerlynne's Entry
miintikwa's Entry
minnesattva's Entry
nyxocity's Entry
wrensgirl's Entry
zeitgeistic's Entry

Cemetaria

Two

Three Little Words

You and I are standing among the corpses of the human race, and so I must ask you a question of considerable importance:

Are you alive?Do not answer me yet. Instead, I want you to examine that headstone over there, beyond the statue. You will see that time and rain have worn away the letters of its face, leaving behind ( Read more... )

I hesitate to use the phrase "rec list" or even "favourites" because there are entries across the whole of LJ Idol that are, in their own different ways, deeply personal to the author. How can I place favouritism upon such writings ( Read more... )

One.

When you pray, move your feet.
I can see your footsteps in the dewy grass. The inevitable grey rise of a new day is creeping into the corner of my eyes and I am distracted momentarily by the thought that the hedge needs cutting. I wonder, also, why you are so silent. I fear that for you it may already be too late: your curiosity has led you ( Read more... )

"Nothing is born which Death makes not subject of his state."

Bhartrhari, Of Time the Destroyer

This is the point where the story begins.
The moment at which we decided to speak.

A story only becomes real when it is told, and before that, it does not exist.

This is the moment of the decision.

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