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[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | "What did I do?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said, "That's the point. You didn't do anything. Your lack of contribution to either the good or evil side of things has placed you in the worst of predicaments. I fear for what will become of you. I fear the powers that are coming for you."
This probably should have scar... | I guess I'm dead. It's been a good life. I've never been anything special. I'm not a religious woman, never really was.
Finished my degree, worked for a few years in business, a few promotions. Nothing interesting. Another cog in capitalist machine that is the U-S-of-A. I write and paint but I don't mention that to p... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | I guess I'm dead. It's been a good life. I've never been anything special. I'm not a religious woman, never really was.
Finished my degree, worked for a few years in business, a few promotions. Nothing interesting. Another cog in capitalist machine that is the U-S-of-A. I write and paint but I don't mention that to p... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | I guess I'm dead. It's been a good life. I've never been anything special. I'm not a religious woman, never really was.
Finished my degree, worked for a few years in business, a few promotions. Nothing interesting. Another cog in capitalist machine that is the U-S-of-A. I write and paint but I don't mention that to p... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | I guess I'm dead. It's been a good life. I've never been anything special. I'm not a religious woman, never really was.
Finished my degree, worked for a few years in business, a few promotions. Nothing interesting. Another cog in capitalist machine that is the U-S-of-A. I write and paint but I don't mention that to p... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | I guess I'm dead. It's been a good life. I've never been anything special. I'm not a religious woman, never really was.
Finished my degree, worked for a few years in business, a few promotions. Nothing interesting. Another cog in capitalist machine that is the U-S-of-A. I write and paint but I don't mention that to p... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | "What did I do?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said, "That's the point. You didn't do anything. Your lack of contribution to either the good or evil side of things has placed you in the worst of predicaments. I fear for what will become of you. I fear the powers that are coming for you."
This probably should have scar... | I watched as my mom fell asleep. Her rocking chair had stopped creaking, finally. I wanted to tell her to stop, but she was crying and I didn't want to make her cry anymore. if I remember correctly, I didn't quite understand why she was crying. She kept saying my name. I mean, I knew I was sick, but I knew I was going ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | I watched as my mom fell asleep. Her rocking chair had stopped creaking, finally. I wanted to tell her to stop, but she was crying and I didn't want to make her cry anymore. if I remember correctly, I didn't quite understand why she was crying. She kept saying my name. I mean, I knew I was sick, but I knew I was going ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | I watched as my mom fell asleep. Her rocking chair had stopped creaking, finally. I wanted to tell her to stop, but she was crying and I didn't want to make her cry anymore. if I remember correctly, I didn't quite understand why she was crying. She kept saying my name. I mean, I knew I was sick, but I knew I was going ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | I watched as my mom fell asleep. Her rocking chair had stopped creaking, finally. I wanted to tell her to stop, but she was crying and I didn't want to make her cry anymore. if I remember correctly, I didn't quite understand why she was crying. She kept saying my name. I mean, I knew I was sick, but I knew I was going ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | I watched as my mom fell asleep. Her rocking chair had stopped creaking, finally. I wanted to tell her to stop, but she was crying and I didn't want to make her cry anymore. if I remember correctly, I didn't quite understand why she was crying. She kept saying my name. I mean, I knew I was sick, but I knew I was going ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | There is no sting, no pain, not even worry. It comes as a light tap on the shoulder with the simple words, "It's time." I look up to the man robed in deep night; hard to describe the light swallowing color. Darkness closed around us as if we were in a dense forrest, yet I could still see the black robe clearly. The jo... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | Being on a death bed wasn't quite so bad. They gave you pudding whenever you wanted, bathroom breaks were only a push of a button instead of this whole ordeal of getting up and walking to their nearest toilet and listening to that horrendous flushing sound. You just felt the water wash away your stain on the Earth, you... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | Being on a death bed wasn't quite so bad. They gave you pudding whenever you wanted, bathroom breaks were only a push of a button instead of this whole ordeal of getting up and walking to their nearest toilet and listening to that horrendous flushing sound. You just felt the water wash away your stain on the Earth, you... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | Being on a death bed wasn't quite so bad. They gave you pudding whenever you wanted, bathroom breaks were only a push of a button instead of this whole ordeal of getting up and walking to their nearest toilet and listening to that horrendous flushing sound. You just felt the water wash away your stain on the Earth, you... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | Being on a death bed wasn't quite so bad. They gave you pudding whenever you wanted, bathroom breaks were only a push of a button instead of this whole ordeal of getting up and walking to their nearest toilet and listening to that horrendous flushing sound. You just felt the water wash away your stain on the Earth, you... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | Ow. i thought to myself, putting a hand to my head."what happened last night feels like i got run over by a truck." i said out loud. "YOU DID" a nearby voice said. Siting up i started to rub the sleep form my eyes. then stopped just now seeing where i was. "Did i go to party at the hospital last night?" I said looking... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | Ow. i thought to myself, putting a hand to my head."what happened last night feels like i got run over by a truck." i said out loud. "YOU DID" a nearby voice said. Siting up i started to rub the sleep form my eyes. then stopped just now seeing where i was. "Did i go to party at the hospital last night?" I said looking... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | Ow. i thought to myself, putting a hand to my head."what happened last night feels like i got run over by a truck." i said out loud. "YOU DID" a nearby voice said. Siting up i started to rub the sleep form my eyes. then stopped just now seeing where i was. "Did i go to party at the hospital last night?" I said looking... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | Ow. i thought to myself, putting a hand to my head."what happened last night feels like i got run over by a truck." i said out loud. "YOU DID" a nearby voice said. Siting up i started to rub the sleep form my eyes. then stopped just now seeing where i was. "Did i go to party at the hospital last night?" I said looking... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | He's lying in a bed, It's not his, he know that much, but the rest is becoming more and more fuzzy. There are people around him, his family, maybe. Darkness begins to grow as his eyelids become heavier. Breathing is hard. The darkness takes shape as the people and the room fade almost away.
"what's this? Who are you?"... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | He's lying in a bed, It's not his, he know that much, but the rest is becoming more and more fuzzy. There are people around him, his family, maybe. Darkness begins to grow as his eyelids become heavier. Breathing is hard. The darkness takes shape as the people and the room fade almost away.
"what's this? Who are you?"... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | He's lying in a bed, It's not his, he know that much, but the rest is becoming more and more fuzzy. There are people around him, his family, maybe. Darkness begins to grow as his eyelids become heavier. Breathing is hard. The darkness takes shape as the people and the room fade almost away.
"what's this? Who are you?"... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | He's lying in a bed, It's not his, he know that much, but the rest is becoming more and more fuzzy. There are people around him, his family, maybe. Darkness begins to grow as his eyelids become heavier. Breathing is hard. The darkness takes shape as the people and the room fade almost away.
"what's this? Who are you?"... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | "What did I do?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said, "That's the point. You didn't do anything. Your lack of contribution to either the good or evil side of things has placed you in the worst of predicaments. I fear for what will become of you. I fear the powers that are coming for you."
This probably should have scar... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | The room is quiet. I'm weeping softly on my bed in the corner. It's fatigue more than fear I think. I'm not really afraid to die now. It's funny, I never really took the time to imagine what death would be like. I never thought much about it but when I did I never thought it would be like this though. I never thought i... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | *I fear you,* Death said.
*I do not want you,* Hell declared.
*I do not wish to see you,* Heaven sang.
So he remained a ghost inside his home,
Waiting to understand.
*I wish you wouldn't come to me,* Death said.
*Please stop knocking,* Hell replied.
*I am crowded. Full. Go back.* Heaven refused him entranc... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | (apologies for quality, written on my phone)
The day I die the rain pounds broken, crumbling, sidewalks, almost if it is attempting to wash away the atrocities routinely committed. Even the moon hides from death, leaving the night as dark as it was the day Earth was born. I don’t mind, the night and I have long beco... | it seemed funny to him. All his life he was taught that death was something you should be scared of. Death was the end of everything. Yet standing before him was the Grim Reaper in the flesh.
"Am I dead?" he had ask
"yes" the figure replied in voice that was barely audible but at the same time rang in his ear.
"w... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | it seemed funny to him. All his life he was taught that death was something you should be scared of. Death was the end of everything. Yet standing before him was the Grim Reaper in the flesh.
"Am I dead?" he had ask
"yes" the figure replied in voice that was barely audible but at the same time rang in his ear.
"w... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | "Stay back!"
"What? Why? Wait, what's going on."
"I'm death, you're dead, just please stay away from me."
"Why?"
"You are the harbinger, the star extinguisher, the ravager of souls, the great blight. The end of all things. Don't touch me."
"Hold on-"
"I'VE GOT A SCYTHE! I'LL USE IT"
"Please, relax, I'm not a des... | it seemed funny to him. All his life he was taught that death was something you should be scared of. Death was the end of everything. Yet standing before him was the Grim Reaper in the flesh.
"Am I dead?" he had ask
"yes" the figure replied in voice that was barely audible but at the same time rang in his ear.
"w... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | it seemed funny to him. All his life he was taught that death was something you should be scared of. Death was the end of everything. Yet standing before him was the Grim Reaper in the flesh.
"Am I dead?" he had ask
"yes" the figure replied in voice that was barely audible but at the same time rang in his ear.
"w... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | (apologies for quality, written on my phone)
The day I die the rain pounds broken, crumbling, sidewalks, almost if it is attempting to wash away the atrocities routinely committed. Even the moon hides from death, leaving the night as dark as it was the day Earth was born. I don’t mind, the night and I have long beco... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | "Stay back!"
"What? Why? Wait, what's going on."
"I'm death, you're dead, just please stay away from me."
"Why?"
"You are the harbinger, the star extinguisher, the ravager of souls, the great blight. The end of all things. Don't touch me."
"Hold on-"
"I'VE GOT A SCYTHE! I'LL USE IT"
"Please, relax, I'm not a des... | (apologies for quality, written on my phone)
The day I die the rain pounds broken, crumbling, sidewalks, almost if it is attempting to wash away the atrocities routinely committed. Even the moon hides from death, leaving the night as dark as it was the day Earth was born. I don’t mind, the night and I have long beco... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | (apologies for quality, written on my phone)
The day I die the rain pounds broken, crumbling, sidewalks, almost if it is attempting to wash away the atrocities routinely committed. Even the moon hides from death, leaving the night as dark as it was the day Earth was born. I don’t mind, the night and I have long beco... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | ***O***n April 11th, I had a sudden brain aneurysm and died at home on the couch. I was watching late night re-runs of Columbo when it happened. I blacked out just as Peter Falk looked into the camera and said “Oh, just one more thing.”
When I woke up an hour later, I didn’t realize I was dead. I didn’t realize tha... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | "Stay back!"
"What? Why? Wait, what's going on."
"I'm death, you're dead, just please stay away from me."
"Why?"
"You are the harbinger, the star extinguisher, the ravager of souls, the great blight. The end of all things. Don't touch me."
"Hold on-"
"I'VE GOT A SCYTHE! I'LL USE IT"
"Please, relax, I'm not a des... | "Er, Hi.. I'm, um, 'Death.' You... probably think that's a corny name..."
"Are you *the* death? Come to collect my soul?"
"Yes, I... I guess you could say that. Heh..."
"If you don't mind my saying so, you seem afraid of me."
"WELL TOTELLYOUTHETRUTH... um... maybe I am, a little..."
"Buy why? I've lived a quie... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | **I** could feel the hot asphalt begin to cook the flesh of my back. My blood painted on the street, cooking, stinking, darkening into a gelatinous pie. A pie in the shape of a bus's tire tracks. A crowd cluttered around the scene, including news teams, emergency personnel, and nosy civilians. The EMT's felt my wrist, ... | "Er, Hi.. I'm, um, 'Death.' You... probably think that's a corny name..."
"Are you *the* death? Come to collect my soul?"
"Yes, I... I guess you could say that. Heh..."
"If you don't mind my saying so, you seem afraid of me."
"WELL TOTELLYOUTHETRUTH... um... maybe I am, a little..."
"Buy why? I've lived a quie... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | **T**he rain pelted against the window like a soft lullaby, causing the light from the city to distort as it entered the hospital room window. Despite the late hour, she stared out the window contentedly, listening to the muted sounds of traffic and the rain. She had always enjoyed listening to the sounds of life, obse... | "Er, Hi.. I'm, um, 'Death.' You... probably think that's a corny name..."
"Are you *the* death? Come to collect my soul?"
"Yes, I... I guess you could say that. Heh..."
"If you don't mind my saying so, you seem afraid of me."
"WELL TOTELLYOUTHETRUTH... um... maybe I am, a little..."
"Buy why? I've lived a quie... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | "Er, Hi.. I'm, um, 'Death.' You... probably think that's a corny name..."
"Are you *the* death? Come to collect my soul?"
"Yes, I... I guess you could say that. Heh..."
"If you don't mind my saying so, you seem afraid of me."
"WELL TOTELLYOUTHETRUTH... um... maybe I am, a little..."
"Buy why? I've lived a quie... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | "Stay back!"
"What? Why? Wait, what's going on."
"I'm death, you're dead, just please stay away from me."
"Why?"
"You are the harbinger, the star extinguisher, the ravager of souls, the great blight. The end of all things. Don't touch me."
"Hold on-"
"I'VE GOT A SCYTHE! I'LL USE IT"
"Please, relax, I'm not a des... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | **I** could feel the hot asphalt begin to cook the flesh of my back. My blood painted on the street, cooking, stinking, darkening into a gelatinous pie. A pie in the shape of a bus's tire tracks. A crowd cluttered around the scene, including news teams, emergency personnel, and nosy civilians. The EMT's felt my wrist, ... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | **T**he rain pelted against the window like a soft lullaby, causing the light from the city to distort as it entered the hospital room window. Despite the late hour, she stared out the window contentedly, listening to the muted sounds of traffic and the rain. She had always enjoyed listening to the sounds of life, obse... | |
[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you. | Susan nervously grasped the door handle and turned it ever so slowly. Halfway through her arm began to shake with anxiety. A cold sweat swept over her as she completed the turn. She could have just appeared inside the quaint little house but she did not dare be so direct and impolite. Taking a deep breath she opened th... | **J**ack looked Death in the eye. It had none, but Jack couldn't tell because the Grim Reaper was wearing sunglasses along with an Aloha t-shirt.
"So, you ready?" asked Death. He looked tired, Jack thought to himself and decided to faint on the spot, falling backwards like a tree being cut down.
When he woke up, Deat... | |
[WP] Today is the big day! Mom and Dad said we finally get to go to the shelter and adopt a human! | Mom and dad had promised, and as we all know, promises are absolute. I closed my eyes again and replayed the Recall for what must have been the hundredth time. 5 years, 15 days, 2 hours, 25 minutes and two seconds had passed since that moment. “SWEETHEART, YOURE NOT DEVELOPED ENOUGH TO HAVE A HUMAN, YOUR MOM AND I WILL... |
Today is the best day ever! My mother told me that today we get to go to the animal shelter and get us a human.
I was actually surprised by this because for the past 10 years I have been begging Mom and Dad for one. They told me that I was not responsible enough for a human so I could get a dog. I told them I didn't ... | |
[WP] Today is the big day! Mom and Dad said we finally get to go to the shelter and adopt a human! | Thessa poked a finger through the cage and dropped in a pellet of cheese. "Rudee? Dinner. Come and get it."
This side of the facility--the side that faced the customers--was well-lit. But the cages rolled back to the other side, where the humans had more privacy. Humans were very private, especially this Rudee, who of... |
Today is the best day ever! My mother told me that today we get to go to the animal shelter and get us a human.
I was actually surprised by this because for the past 10 years I have been begging Mom and Dad for one. They told me that I was not responsible enough for a human so I could get a dog. I told them I didn't ... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | *It looks like me...*
That was my first thought when I finally caught up to my charge. What was more interesting was the fact that my charge *was carrying a daemon.* That is, a greater demon. Those things aren't supposed to be allowed to walk the earth.
*Hmph. No use in waiting* "What are you doing here, daemon?... | Branciel gave a yawn, stuck on guardian duty again. David wasn't a bad guy to be stuck with. Righteous, yeah, but not arrogant or smug about it. The perfect guy to look out for. On his way to give a speech at a fundraiser for a charity to help war orphans.
Suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of anger, hatred and bitte... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | **H**e could tell something had been off for a while, that's what he hated the most about his job: something's going to happen, soon, at any given moment and there's absolutely no way of telling when, what or who. It put your senses on high alert, sight and hearing became clearer, smells and odors were sharper and easi... | Branciel gave a yawn, stuck on guardian duty again. David wasn't a bad guy to be stuck with. Righteous, yeah, but not arrogant or smug about it. The perfect guy to look out for. On his way to give a speech at a fundraiser for a charity to help war orphans.
Suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of anger, hatred and bitte... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | *It looks like me...*
That was my first thought when I finally caught up to my charge. What was more interesting was the fact that my charge *was carrying a daemon.* That is, a greater demon. Those things aren't supposed to be allowed to walk the earth.
*Hmph. No use in waiting* "What are you doing here, daemon?... | It was the night before Christmas. A light snow fell, just enough that it coated the sidewalks and trees, but not too windy or chilly to enjoy the beauty of such a night. Under the soft glow of streetlights a child walked alone, staring in awe at the way the snowflakes swirled and drifted in the gentle breeze, complete... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | **H**e could tell something had been off for a while, that's what he hated the most about his job: something's going to happen, soon, at any given moment and there's absolutely no way of telling when, what or who. It put your senses on high alert, sight and hearing became clearer, smells and odors were sharper and easi... | Johnny's knife sang as its blade pierced the rapist's gut. Blood spurted onto Johnny's cerulean mohawk and pierced face as Katherine, her shirt in tatters, watched on.
Above the three mortals, invisible to all of them, were three beasts. The first was a blood-red hellhound. fire burned in its six eyes and it lashed it... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | Ariphale hovered above his person feeling, as so often he did, disappointed. As a guardian angel, he was required to keep him out of danger. But this proved to be impossible; this one put himself in harm's way constantly, and seemed pretty oblivious to it.
At this moment the danger he was putting himself in involved ... | That thick stink of blood hung in the air like a pair of pants hanging from the line in the mid west. She wasn't late, no, the young angle was right on time, arms still outstretched, white suit stained red as the black, twisted beast stood. Arms hanging well pasts it's knees, crooked and twisted bird like legs attached... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | **H**e could tell something had been off for a while, that's what he hated the most about his job: something's going to happen, soon, at any given moment and there's absolutely no way of telling when, what or who. It put your senses on high alert, sight and hearing became clearer, smells and odors were sharper and easi... | That thick stink of blood hung in the air like a pair of pants hanging from the line in the mid west. She wasn't late, no, the young angle was right on time, arms still outstretched, white suit stained red as the black, twisted beast stood. Arms hanging well pasts it's knees, crooked and twisted bird like legs attached... | |
[WP] The guardian angel was thoroughly surprised when a demon mauled the assailant. | **H**e could tell something had been off for a while, that's what he hated the most about his job: something's going to happen, soon, at any given moment and there's absolutely no way of telling when, what or who. It put your senses on high alert, sight and hearing became clearer, smells and odors were sharper and easi... | Ariphale hovered above his person feeling, as so often he did, disappointed. As a guardian angel, he was required to keep him out of danger. But this proved to be impossible; this one put himself in harm's way constantly, and seemed pretty oblivious to it.
At this moment the danger he was putting himself in involved ... | |
[WP] You are a heroin addict. Today is the day that you decided to get sober. | The alarm sounds, loudly, waking me from my sleep. I am soaked from head to toe and as I left my head from the pillow, air hits my wet scalp and I shudder. I cover my face with my hands, trying to wipe the sleep away. As my fingers drop from my face, I notice my hands are wet, but not with sweat. They are sticky and sm... | "'-Ma'am your going to have to stand back' is what the doctor tells my mom as the nurse shoves a tube down my throat. That's the last thing I remember - being butt naked on a hospital bed waiting for death to beat me into submission. Hell, Death wouldn't have to beat me, I'd probably give up instead. God damn...I wishe... | |
No more "missed opportunities". We have evolved to hear a beep sound whenever we approach people who we find sexually attractive that are also sexually attracted to us. [Consider the implications for the dating scene, fidelity, etc...] | [WP] We have evolved to telepathically beep when we see someone mutually, sexually attractive | **"LGBT star reporter unveils: Pope is gay!"**
Bored out of my mind, I skim the headlines on my newspad. As always. It's sex and violence all over. Well ... mostly sex nowadays.
**"Alleged rapist defends: She bleeped me!"**
Not that anything really changed. Well, the theory of evolution got a huge update. Spontaneou... | I don't understand.
Girls keep looking at me and smiling, are they laughing at me? Do I have something on my shirt? I frantically brush at my chest, trying to dislodge whatever might be there. I check my face again and again in the mirror, pale and wide-eyed from panic.
I've started to notice the other girls, the o... |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | The world would end, he would never see her face again, and they would hate him, but for it all humanity was closer to surviving and he was grateful. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She always wondered, not whether it was worth it, nor if it was okay, but rather whether someone else out there was a part of her story. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She had forgotten her coat, and it was raining. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Finally, her conclusions abated slowly, until they stilled into one. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that, my old, weary knight, is the story of how I died. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | My legs dangled lazily over the edge of my balcony, and I looked down with a smile. Eight stories, concrete. No way to survive the impact. I lean forward. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that my friends, is why we never bring Grandma to Mordor. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | *They were wrong about the world*--my fingers tremble around the trigger--*it won't end with a whimper after all.* | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Just as he was about to pull the trigger he let out a sigh and turned away, and for a moment I honestly thought he had changed his mind. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | To be honest, I don't really know what the price of success is, but I do know I sure as hell over payed. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | In the end, the answers were only questions in disguise. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | For the first time in years the tavern was bustling and full of life, the air laden with sounds of merriment lacked but one thing, the bellowing laughter of those fools who called themselves "The Dragonslayers."
Edit: I can't into but one things | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Thus, it became clear to him, even beneath the overbearing glares of the half-naked girls he had just walked in on, that knocking is always an imperative, regardless of species or dimension. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | He never came home. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | I wept, knowing that neither of us would remember. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | "I am *never* doing that again," said the Universe as it collapsed into entropy. | "Fuck all of this." He muttered.
He thought his eyes would be closed when it all came to an end. Shane never even liked surprises. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | The world would end, he would never see her face again, and they would hate him, but for it all humanity was closer to surviving and he was grateful. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She always wondered, not whether it was worth it, nor if it was okay, but rather whether someone else out there was a part of her story. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She had forgotten her coat, and it was raining. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Finally, her conclusions abated slowly, until they stilled into one. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that, my old, weary knight, is the story of how I died. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | My legs dangled lazily over the edge of my balcony, and I looked down with a smile. Eight stories, concrete. No way to survive the impact. I lean forward. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that my friends, is why we never bring Grandma to Mordor. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | *They were wrong about the world*--my fingers tremble around the trigger--*it won't end with a whimper after all.* | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Just as he was about to pull the trigger he let out a sigh and turned away, and for a moment I honestly thought he had changed his mind. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | To be honest, I don't really know what the price of success is, but I do know I sure as hell over payed. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | In the end, the answers were only questions in disguise. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | For the first time in years the tavern was bustling and full of life, the air laden with sounds of merriment lacked but one thing, the bellowing laughter of those fools who called themselves "The Dragonslayers."
Edit: I can't into but one things | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Thus, it became clear to him, even beneath the overbearing glares of the half-naked girls he had just walked in on, that knocking is always an imperative, regardless of species or dimension. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | He never came home. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | I wept, knowing that neither of us would remember. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | "I am *never* doing that again," said the Universe as it collapsed into entropy. | As he was laying in the grass, he watched the cold starlit nightsky, and took is last breath. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | The world would end, he would never see her face again, and they would hate him, but for it all humanity was closer to surviving and he was grateful. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She always wondered, not whether it was worth it, nor if it was okay, but rather whether someone else out there was a part of her story. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | She had forgotten her coat, and it was raining. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Finally, her conclusions abated slowly, until they stilled into one. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that, my old, weary knight, is the story of how I died. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | My legs dangled lazily over the edge of my balcony, and I looked down with a smile. Eight stories, concrete. No way to survive the impact. I lean forward. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | And that my friends, is why we never bring Grandma to Mordor. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | *They were wrong about the world*--my fingers tremble around the trigger--*it won't end with a whimper after all.* | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Just as he was about to pull the trigger he let out a sigh and turned away, and for a moment I honestly thought he had changed his mind. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | To be honest, I don't really know what the price of success is, but I do know I sure as hell over payed. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | In the end, the answers were only questions in disguise. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | For the first time in years the tavern was bustling and full of life, the air laden with sounds of merriment lacked but one thing, the bellowing laughter of those fools who called themselves "The Dragonslayers."
Edit: I can't into but one things | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. | |
[FF] The last sentence of your epic 1200-page novel. | Thus, it became clear to him, even beneath the overbearing glares of the half-naked girls he had just walked in on, that knocking is always an imperative, regardless of species or dimension. | The Priest read the Lord's Prayer as his wife dismembered their child's killer, praying not for the killers judgement to come swiftly, but rather for forgiveness, for what he had allowed his wife to do. |
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