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1 " A shape across space beckoned her. Her spirits sank. She thought of the other world; the temporariness of this existence. Oh! The wall, a cold wall stood between this Emma and that; this stormy morning and the sprightly spring afternoon. She walked along the solid wall for an opening. There were no exits. None at all. The sky cracked up into terrifying thunder sounds. "
― Mehreen Ahmed , The Pacifist
2 " No living creature should have to feel so exposed in death, washed up on the beach in mangled meat of bloody distortion. "
3 " Down by the stream, Rose gathered many unknown little flowers and twigs. Nearby haystacks at the centre of the barn, nothing stirred: nt even a piece of straw fell out of place. Emma dived deep into the pond. The water of the pond imparted a greenish tinge on her floating body, "
4 " Their eyes wide open, they stared into empty nothingness. There was silence everywhere. Apart from a few twinkling of stars, masses of dark void pressed down upon the atmosphere. Moments passed slowly. She could not sleep a wink. A pale light peeled the darkness off. She felt she was in slumber-land; a land of the living dead - then thoughts returned: an anguish; life appeared to be too short; it melted away so easily into bleak oblivion. She felt that she passed through space, a path designated by ethereal time. Her spirits soared like a falcon...despaired...and more...it fell into a dungeon of dark depression. Laying there. like a fallen log of a dead pine, she heard from her bed a roaring noise of the westerly knocking on the shutters of the window. It was like an ancient calling of Nemesis to wake her up to the fact that surely an end was closing in. "
