_Beat beat. Beat beat._ This is the sound of your heart. You know it well, yes? I'm sure. It is a comfort in the dark hours. _Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat_. This is the sound of my heart. Mine and countless dead ones. I've gotten used to it, in a way. It would be hell if they _all_ had heart beats; but mostly it's just the new ones. The new ones, and the ones who refuse to give up their humanity. My name is Emily. This is the name that was given to me; but to the dead ones, I have no name. I am more of a thought. Because what is a name, other than a word? Many of them have forgotten words, along with everything else. The others don't understand. Mistress tries to, but I know it scares her all the same. They'll thank me when the flame of existence burns out, and I am the only one who remembers. Until then, this is the way I remain. Alone. Except I never am. 2008-03-19T02:47:56Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/24703 <p>Woah&#8230;I totally agree with Storykeeper! This is written in such an amazing way that I can&#8217;t describe. Besides the fact that when you described, it was great. Awesome job.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24703?basename=49813 2008-03-19T02:47:56Z Freedom :] http://ficlets.com/authors/http_ficlets_com_authors_withinthewords_com <p> AMAZING ! I loved the perspective. Written in such a poetic, captivating way. Slightly reminscent of Death&#8217;s perspective in The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, but still entirely your own. I loved it, if you couldn&#8217;t tell. I&#8217;d give it 11 stars if possible.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24703?basename=48809 2008-03-16T02:28:38Z Storykeeper of Fae http://ficlets.com/authors/smile