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STORY STARTER
Submitted by CSW
Death’s favourite human comes to visit. The young girl has a medical condition where her heart stops for a few minutes every once in awhile. Death is the girl’s favourite friend.
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When my spirit left my body, I didn’t think anything of it. My Aunt Kate, however, was crying, frantic, and calling for a nurse to come revive me. This happens more than it should but that’s all because I have a bad heart. Aunt Kate says I got my bad heart because I was born too soon but I don’t think that’s why. In fact, I don’t think my heart’s bad at all. Without it, I would’ve never met Death,...
Deep beneath the earth the Piramax
Grows, an ancient building just above the core of the planet. The iridescent pillars reflect the black souls trapped in the ground gothic arch windows rise from the floor.
A young girl walked among the dead
Not afraid and very much alive. She'd been down here before so she walked right through the wall illusion and into a larger room. The guards posted by eac...
The ocean breeze is warm and salty like it always is and she is laying on the hammock, swaying back and forth like she always does. Always humming that silly little song and twirling her short locks of gold.
I walk over to her, wondering if this time she gets to stay longer; though I hope she doesn’t. Every greedy part of me would like to keep her close forever. I imagine the stories she would te...
` I was born to die, we’ve all known it. I mean, everyone is born to die, however my luck was on the side of death. `
The God nodded as he listened to the girl who sat in front of him. It was another moment, where she talked and he listened. It wasn’t unusual for her to visit, like she said, she was born to die.
"But death isn’t quite as bad as it seems, Ophelia." His attempts at cheering the you...
I no longer am afraid of the darkness; it brings some quiet from my crazy life but also my friend - I have been longing to see him.
His name is Ken, not because his name is actually Ken but because Death just seems too scary of a name, it's kind of stuck now as when I named him, I was five years old, and I was into Barbie - at one time I thought he was my boyfriend, to late to take that back. He ...
“Uhh.. just go to your left, you should see the door there.”
Death does his job well, directing people into certain death or revival. This recent customer, Bob something, was certain that he will be revived but Death saw that there was no chance. He had no clue that the door on his left leads to certain death, yet he still walked through. Humans, what a strange concept; Death thought aloud, even t...
The girl cries out, annoyed
“ But why can’t I just stay with youuuuuu! It’s so much more fun here. I get to do so much stuff and when I’m not with you everybody is sad. And I’m stuck in bed. It’s so boringggggggg “
“ Your time will come, dear. But not yet. Now, would you like a scone? “
Death replies.
“ Awwww you made scones without me? We were supposed to make them together! “
“ Sorry. I kno...
A wail clawed at my throat and pushed at my lips. Then I couldn’t breathe.
My lungs screamed for air, but I was drowning. Water was in my nose, my mouth. Submerged six feet under layers of water and flashing lights. It swirled around me in a dizzying way. Staleness forced itself into my lungs, causing visceral pain to ricochet of my ribs and snake its wrathful body around my torso. Fingers of des...
December 16, 2011
There I stood.
"Room 12B, we're losing her." The nurse says angrily. She says that as if she's gonna cry. I stand there, smiling. 12B is where I'll go, another person had died. I assume I must do my job once again.
I am stopped by a young girl. She has small pigtails and was on life support cords. She was in a small childlike wheelchair that squeaked every time it moved. I...
Death sighed and looked around the dingy grey space that he inhabited. His throne that he slumped into was stark black was the most colorful object in his realm. Even his own robe was a dark grey that barely was distinguishable from the perpetual twilight in limbo. Like the souls he judged, limbo was stuck between the light of heaven and darkness of hell.
“Hello deaf!” A voice rang out in the oth...
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