I’m dead, bit the bullet, bought the farm. However you want to say it. Either way, it is surreal. I’m in my house, but no one can see me! Honestly, I was expecting “The Grim Reaper” to show up at any time! I hear a knock at the door, yet nobody goes to get it. I walk over to see, suddenly I can touch the door. I open it seeing a teen. He says, “It’s time to go.”
I ask, “You can see me?”
The strange man responds, “Indeed I can, now I’m on a time crunch. Can we go?”
I say, “Not until you introduce yourself.”
“My name is Ash, But you know me better as the Grim Reaper”
I look him up and down, taking in his aesthetic. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black and white striped shirt with a flannel on top. He was wearing hightop converse and his hair was pitch black. I walk outside and he stays on the porch. I say, “ You commin’?” and he runs after me. Ash takes a pair of scissors, cuts a rectangle in the air, and sticks the scissors in the middle and pulls. “Interdimensional scissors” Ash reveals. He opens the door for me and I walk in. I stare in awe. All around me is a black castle, portraits of dead monarchs line the walls. I reel towards Ash. His hands shoved in his pockets and glanced at me. “Thoughts?” He smirks. I giggle and keep walking. I ponder around, thinking. Wait, I’m dead, I’m in the Grim Reapers house… And he is a gentleman?!
Until Tomrrow...
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30 Day Writing Challenge
RandomI was bored during week three of quarantine, so I decided to challenge myself to a 30 day Writing Challenge. Each day has their own word that corresponds to the story that I wrote. Wish me luck.
