Do I want to be dead

And be with Grim?

Or do I want to live on

Without him?

The afterlife feels so

Dead

Dreary

Dark

Desolate

Daunting

Dreadful

🪦💀🥀

And Earth?

Oh how

Alive

Beautiful

Colorful

Diverse

Enchanting

And

Fascinating

It can be!

❤️🌈🤩

Yet the afterlife could be

Divine

Dreamy

Delightful

Dazzling

Delicate

Desirable

☁️✨🪽

And Earth can be so

Awful

Broken

Cruel

Destroyed

Empty

And

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They say there comes a day where you begin to see things. Ghosts? Creatures? Nightmares? Realizing the fate of the future? No one can tell. Not only because these thoughts are the unspeakable ones that dwell within causing early craves. Sadly, for me, I have seen my ending every night since I was five. And after 20 years, I have learned who takes me from this realm and I have learned him personall...

A musical world filled with lyrics and melodies sang around Becky’s head. Her headphones blocked out the world as her footsteps matched the beats of the song, the music felt throughout her body. With the last few notes, she looked up from the ground, the street earily empty. The streetlights were dim, the area in grayscale, a chill swept across her. There was no noise, no car alarms or wind. She t...

Death surrounded Andrea.

By the age of 19, she started interning at the local vet clinic. She took care of the animals; feeding, cleaning, and occasional transport. By the end of that year, she couldn’t count the amount of deaths she witnessed. Every one would tie her stomach in a knot and leave an empty ache in her chest.

And yet… with every death came a boy. He wore a hoodie and baggy black ca...

The hospital room Mike was in after his heart surgery was quiet except for the beeping of the many machines around him monitoring his vitals. Mike was barely awake when he saw a bright light in the doorway to his room. He raised up slightly and saw a dark silhouette standing in the doorway.

“Who is that?” he mumbled. His strength was diminished due to the surgery, but he felt it start to return ...

I see dead

I see living

Who knew they look the same

My friendship with Grim

Has cost me everything

My family

My friends

Everyone I love

I see them dead

I try to reach out

But I can’t talk to them

They see me

I see them

That’s all it is

My friendship also has me alive for a long time

If I had a choice I will never become friends again

My life now feels like it’s in limbo

I just want to ...

The night was falling, its dark cloak slowly covering everything in its path. The park in the middle of the woods was beginning to look desolate, with only me sitting on the bench, waiting for my date. This was our third meeting, always on a Tuesday, always at the exact same time.

My mind wandered back to our last encounter and what she had shown me. I was beginning to understand that life and de...

The town of Eldermoor was an unassuming place, with its quaint, cobblestone streets lined with weathered storefronts and old-world charm. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and lavender, a gentle breeze danced through the air, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and woodsmoke. Seventeen-year-old Lily Havens, bundled in her favorite knitted scarf, meandered hom...

I guess I was always a bit out of the ordinary. I’ve always gone that extra mile when people tell me no. Today I read a story about the grim reeper. He seems a lot like me. Misunderstood and working for things that aren’t easy. I did a bit of research and the only thing I found was a 12 year old girl. It said she killed herself as a sacrifice to him. What was intriguing to me was that when they we...

It all began on an unremarkable Tuesday, under a sky that was half gray with the threat of rain. Micah was sitting on a bench in the city park, the kind of place where people walked their dogs or pushed strollers. The sort of place where life went on in all its mundane glory. Except that Micah had never felt more disconnected from it.

It had been six months since the accident, six months of wakin...