Death had always been fixated on me. From the moment I was born, to 16 years later, he was almost always there, lurking. The Grim Reaper himself was fascinated by life, and specifically the one of a teenager from Oakland, California. From my earliest memories, I can remember him standing in corners, floating from above, or just walking along side of me. He did not have the intention of taking my soul, or I would have already been dead. Of course, I had told people about him, but no one seemed to see him except me. I'd learn to get use to his prescience, a smoky figure in a black cloak, dark mist rolling off of his garment. Talking to him didn't work, and every time I got close to touching him, the Grim Reaper or Death, would vanish, but would always come back around 10 minutes later. He became a kind playmate when I was younger, and a model for me to draw when I got older. This is the story of how Death saved me from dieing.
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Lurking In The Shadows
Short Story16 year old Anayah Manuel has always been used to Death around her, either it hiding in the shadows, watching in corners, or simply standing. The Grim Reaper was fascinated with her life, always by her side. But what happens when that life is put in...
