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All Of Us

a tomb you say domed and grand and cherubin temerity a mass grave of all of us but who still creeps around upstairs

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Clive Culverhouse

Date: 3/23/2024 1:40:00 AM

Tough crowd

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/20/2024 3:49:00 PM

who creeps around upstairs? We the living? I think I'm baffled as to your intent...enjoy your evening, Sara

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 3/20/2024 4:25:00 PM

a mass grave of all of us. Humanity is buried in a mass grave, all of us, there aren't any living because we're all buried so who can we hear creeping around above? It seemed mysterious when I wrote it, oh well, thanks for reading anyway

Tom Woody

Date: 3/20/2024 1:52:00 PM

Um, the living? Idk

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 3/21/2024 3:39:00 AM

Yes! zombies and living dead, or a survivor if you wanted hope, I guess, the point was supposed to be the twist at the end and a warp in reality. Thanks Tom

Tom Woody
Date: 3/20/2024 4:42:00 PM

GAAA! It's Night of the Living Dead

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 3/20/2024 4:27:00 PM

what living, we're all buried in a mass grave, all of us

Di11y Da11y

Date: 3/20/2024 10:17:00 AM

This is minute and interesting! A bit like the two line horror story of the child saying 'there's something under my bed' and looking and seeing the child under there saying 'theres something in my bed'

Di11y Da11y
Date: 3/20/2024 11:10:00 AM

Don't read up on two line horror stories, I freaked myself right out!

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 3/20/2024 10:21:00 AM

wow i've not heard that, I like it, sounds like I should have wrote it! dang it, thanks for an interesting comment D