The boy and his dog laid dead in the woods and would be found nine hours later by a morning jogger who thought he smelled something funny.
— Zachery Miller, The Silhouette: A Morbid Tale #4
“Dust thou art to dust returnest, Wadsworth’s verse came to my mind, like a stray autumn leaf, making its way with the winding path of the fall wind.”

“Prior to his death, we’d finished reading the Psalm of Life, and he had given me quite a lengthy analysis of each verse.”
