"I write because I want to experience a thousand different lives"
Random stories with random word counts.
A collection of my ideas that might be written in formal narrative or in any other way.
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Title: Coffee With Death
Word Count: 206
I find the Grim Reaper making coffee in my kitchen.
"Don't freak out," he said, pouring me a cup.
The smell of the coffee wafts in the air, signaling that it is already morning.
Wrapped only in my blanket that felt cold against my bare skin, I stand in the doorway to my kitchen with a goofy smile on my face as I look at the man that I love.
He looks so out of place in my old, small kitchen. Him being six feet tall looked like he is cramped inside a tiny box, yet, the simple thought that he is here with me, and remembering that we shared a night together made my heart feel warm.
"Why would I freak out?" Even I can hear the joy in my voice. "I like that you made me coffee."
I take the warm cup from him as I stand on my toes and plant a small kiss at the tip of his nose. He smiles at me lovingly.
"Thank you," I utter, looking into his caramel colored eyes.
Everyone knows him as death, but to me, he is the one who brought color to my life.
