Per 
Only one house had remained at the end of the street, a reminder of before, back when there had been people on the street, and life had continued and would always. //It always will. Even without us. Greenery flourished in the house after we had left, drowning our bodies in the sea, and wandering far into the forests. The woods had been brought back to our dwellings, with shrubbery clawing over the old thatchwork and brick, blooming flowers in the morning sun, vines in the dusk, curling under the floorboards. Wild green grass had waged conquest against the walls and the floors, and in turn trees and little meadows had formed in what had been the kitchen. A family of field mice had lived in the oven, stuffing the inside with hay and thatch. The old owners of the house hadn't minded, for both lay at the bottom of the duck-pond in the park, hands still held together, tight. Upstairs the grasses continued, blanketing the steps in soft moss. At the top of the old house had been two bedrooms, both for grandchildren that hadn't visited anymore. The bedrooms had been gone now, as the thin wall that divided both had collapsed, falling into pieces later used by the muskrats that had moved to the flooded bathroom. There was a teddybear that had once sat on the dresser, but it was gone too, in the mouth of the real thing, as the hungry beast had searched for something, itself now a meal and home for maggots and beetles, who made the grasses and flowers sweet and bright. Wild poppies and asters grew from the rough pieces of wood leftover, struggling with what little soil was left. It didn't matter though, if they had struggled and had died- for the earth would take them back again and start new, as it did for the old house that the people had left.
Wild Shore
The City in the City
A Lonely Wolf in the dark
Panic
Apollyon
Brave Last Day
Arguments, at the War Room
Fear and Panic
Forever Walking
Amie
Quiet Days
No More Time
Time Spent
Brave New World
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