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What is Tragedy?

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What is Tragedy?

　
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　　　　　　　“She herself is a haunted house.”
　　　　　　Angela Carter, Ṭḥẹ Ḅḷọọḍỵ C̣ḥạṃḅẹṛ
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colliding. „Please, darling,” she began shyly. „Tell Patrick I am fine. Tell him that it was peacefu; it did not hurt and now I’m not in pain anymore. Please, tell him that I will always be there for him, and I miss him deeply. Tell him Meg loves him even after death. Forever and in another life.”
colliding. „Please, darling,” she began shyly. „Tell Patrick I am fine. Tell him that it was peacefu
Her voice was suave. If warmth had to be a sound, this is it. I know she wanted to expand her; thoughts and wishes, but her sweet voice cracked, and her eyes filled with water immediately. It was probably stinging too. I nodded and interrupted the conversation just to
Her voice was suave. If warmth had to be a sound, this is it. I know she wanted to expand her
pass on the woman’s message. Word by word. Emotion by emotion. Without missing any; details, because I wanted to help. But when Patrick heard the name my mouth let out, his whole body stiffened, his face went so pale as he had seen a ghost, and his breathing seemed to stop for more
pass on the woman’s message. Word by word. Emotion by emotion. Without missing any
than a few seconds. Shock was imprinted on my father’s face as he also looked at me in; disbelief. “Who is Meg?” I asked without rationalizing it. I wanted to ask her, but she was no longer there, as she vanished into thin air. Yet I still heard a muffled giggle. A release.
than a few seconds. Shock was imprinted on my father’s face as he also looked at me in
“My dead wife,” was Patrick’s response in a faint whisper, after a while of staring at the floor.; When I looked back at my father, I could tell by the look on his face that he knew what I was about to find out next. I was not schizophrenic, as my parents kept their doubts. Never was.
“My dead wife,” was Patrick’s response in a faint whisper, after a while of staring at the floor.
I wasn’t sick, nor insane. There was nothing wrong with me. I was special, like grandma said.; I was special because I could see what they were never able to see. I could see people who had left this world.
I wasn’t sick, nor insane. There was nothing wrong with me. I was special, like grandma said.
My name is Sarai Blyth, the girl who doesn’t know what lies beyond death even though; she has daily encounters with it. And this is my story.
My name is Sarai Blyth, the girl who doesn’t know what lies beyond death even though
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Chapter 01⸻“If haunting is anything, perhaps that’s what it is; time in the wrong place.”; Jeanette Winterson, As Strong as Death
Chapter 01⸻“If haunting is anything, perhaps that’s what it is; time in the wrong place.”
I’m sitting right here, in the passenger seat, thinking how it feels like death outside. I’ve always; been told that Fall is the season no one understands. It’s dull, it’s never concrete and it’s far too spontaneous for people. If I could embody the season in a living being – I can already see it come
I’m sitting right here, in the passenger seat, thinking how it feels like death outside. I’ve always
to life. It’s the most reclusive, and yet it manages to ensnare anyone’s attention in its fearful; and enigmatic claws. It’s neither Summer nor Winter, it’s something in between. Even Fall itself doesn’t know what it truly wants to be. Haunted or a haunting. Maybe, I’m overall just a gloomy person,
to life. It’s the most reclusive, and yet it manages to ensnare anyone’s attention in its fearful
and my imagination doesn’t go beyond the unknown I’ve been soaking in for as long as I can; remember, because not all people see the season with the same eyes as me. For others, it’s more romantic than Spring, more heartfelt than Summer, and warmer than any Winter frost.
and my imagination doesn’t go beyond the unknown I’ve been soaking in for as long as I can
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