No one saw her the way I did. Her beauty inspired a reverence within me that not even the word of God could outshine. I gazed into hallowed eyes, ran my fingers up her long legs. I cradled her in an embrace that made our bodies one. She was my love in life, and so would be in death. She was the beginning, the middle, and the end of all things.
Despite her body ravaged by plague, I still found her beautiful. Nothing could stray my heart from seeing her soul, brilliant and pure—like the stars in the sky, spread vast and endless. I held her thin remnants, cold, pale, hard to the touch, and even after my vessel failed to move and fell to decay, I’d join her eternally on this Earth and beyond.
∼ Lee Andrew Forman
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Lee Forman is a writer and editor from the Hudson Valley, NY. His fascination with the macabre began in childhood, watching old movies and reading everything he could get his hands on. He’s a third-generation horror fanatic, starting with his grandfather who was a fan of the classic Hollywood Monsters. His work has been published in numerous magazines, anthologies, websites, and podcasts. He’s an editor for Sirens Call Publications and writes, edits, and is an administrator for the horror fiction website PenoftheDamned.com. He’s also a regular contributor of non-fiction articles for Living Paranormal Magazine. When he’s not crafting horrifying creatures and tales of terror, he spends his time playing guitar and writing music. For more information and a list of publications go to www.leeformanauthor.com.
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Pen of the Damned 
Great prose
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An excellent story.
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