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“Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your glassy gaze fixed on something no one else could see, no one else could know...

People will talk as people do talk. And they will walk over the ashes. And the ashes will dance in front of you, reminding you every second of what was and what might have been. And you will almost give in.

But my advice is, don’t give in. Because one day, you will decide to turn the corner. Put it all behind you. Just stand strong and still as the great wind comes and takes all the ashes away with with it, leaving fresh air behind. Fresh for you to make a new world, a better world.”
― Aleena Yasin

“Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, our lives are a mirror, reflection a must...”
― Lynda Meyers

“It's not exactly polite to keep saying hell, but you can always do what I do and make up a word. Like, twatwaffle. Or douchecanoe.”
― Karina Halle, Ashes to Ashes

“I am Dex Foray, the only penis involved in the show. And who might you be?”
― Karina Halle, Ashes to Ashes

“Thanks for agreeing to watch Fat Rabbit. Hope you're prepared for lots of farts in your future. From the dog, of course.”
― Karina Halle, Ashes to Ashes

“Poor Twatwaffle. Thank God all good llamas go to heaven.”
― Karina Halle, Ashes to Ashes

“Perry Palomino, kiddo, baby—will you be my wife?”
― Karina Halle, Ashes to Ashes

“We the living are to blame for the painfulness of being dead.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.”
― Eric Overby, Hourglass in Grace

“What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him.”
― Eric Overby, Hourglass in Grace

“The Path We Must Walk by Stewart Stafford

From dust, we are conjured,
And, to black hole dust, return,
Greater than parts that made us,
From first breath to a cremation urn.

O rake the ashen cinders over,
With smiling teardrops past,
A speck of dust, every echo,
In an inner eye, fading fast.

The cheerful moon, light in darkness,
A hint of blazing celestial glory,
Thawing all terrestrial tension,
Life's character, a remembrance story.

From fleshly body to a child of light,
Weather kissing an empty grave,
Wilting flowers nod to obsolescence,
Sentiment, memory, unharmed to save.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford