A quote for you:

"Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-Fiend replied:--/"Fallen Cherub, to be weak is miserable/Doing or suffering: but of this be sure--/To do aught good never will be our task/But ever to do ill our sole delight..." - Paradise Lost Book I by John Milton.

Random Update (for anyone that actually reads profiles...I know I don't):

27/03/2012 (27th of March): I'm not dead, surprisingly. I think that's about it.

Stories:

Waltz of the Dead
No one was there to see it. The way they danced, the way they mute piano played. No one was there at all.

Zombie Entries
The end comes for some, but not for others. Tough shit to the ones that die, good luck to the one's that last longer, right?

Musings of a Man
I am simply a man, and Time is but Time, there is nothing else that needs worrying about. That is my way of thinking, and so these are simply the musings of a man.

It's all in the Past
It's all in the past. It's all in the past. That's what he kept telling himself, hoping that if he said it enough, it would really be true.

The Wood-Axe
Old Miss Scarlet killed her mother, and old Mister Abel killed his father. It was such a laugh, wasn't it? Who would have thought that the past would come back to haunt!

Help Me, Mommy
The monster under the bed, in the closet; never ending static, rain; the love of a mother just isn't enough.

In a Hayshed
Life's everywhere, isn't it? Even in a hayshed.

NOTE: Information on this page is likely to change slightly every now and then, so it would be good if you're planing on reading my stories and what-not to keep track of this page.

MacBear