Writing Prompt
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Prompt posted by KrysIgnera on Reddit.
You work at a hospital. Outside a terminal patient’s room, someone tries to enter. You stop them, “Sorry, family only.” They give you a strange look, as do those nearby. “You can see me?” They ask, summoning a scythe from thin air. You just told Death they couldn’t claim a soul.
Writings
The Fates
“Of course I can. Also weapons aren’t allowed in the hospital,” I say, scanning the strange man’s outfit in search of the holster he held his scythe in. “The knife is cool though. I’ve never seen one with a retractable handle.”
The man slumps with a sigh. Beginning to rub his temples, he says, “This is awkward.” He loosens his black tie and shakes his head at me.
Slightly frustrated with his un...
You can see..
I’m standing outside the patient room, i was asked by the family that nobody can enter the room only if there are family. A person get’s near the room and i’ve told them that, only family can enter. He looks at me strange with a weird confused face. “ you can see me?” He tells me. I felt confused why would he ask me that? He starts telling me that he is lost and that he is worried because he went...
My mistake
‘Yes, of course I can see you,’ I said, trying to ignore the random appearance of a sharp looking scythe. I couldn’t explain what just happened and I didn’t want to either.
‘But you shouldn’t be ab...look, I need to get past,’ the hooded figure before me stepped to my left but I followed and remained firmly in its way; no one was breaking the rules on my shift. ‘Just let me past and I’ll be out ...
The Day I Met My Death
He’d been around here before-I’d see him as he often would sit there,like he was waiting for someone,brooding quietly underneath the hood of his black jacket. I would look away for only a few seconds,and he’d be gone.
I never thought much of this man,really. He most likely had an ill family member,so there was no need to report a grieving man such as him.
Until it was my turn to check on the t...
Scythe (first half)
I catch Emma’s eye as she looks up from her clipboard. She’s staring at me, a faint smirk on her face, and I can almost ignore the materialising scythe long enough to take a swing at her. Honestly, It’s a wonder so many bitches go into nursing.
I drag my eyes away from her patronising smile. I look at the man with the scythe. He’s not smiling- in fact he looks rather concerned. It’s too soo...