(A short-story I first published on tumblr as an answer to a prompt (https://linkedsoul.tumblr.com/post/175150473752/ayellowbirds-monstersdownthepath). It ultimately became a pilot short story for a novel of mine (https://linkedsoul.tumblr.com/post/176122082517/stories-of-qelt-masterpost). I usually don't post on Wat...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...
Everyone's born with one. A reaper. When you're born, your reaper is far away. From that moment, it starts to move closer. You never touch it til the day you die. Not it. He. My reaper is a he, and he disappeared three weeks ago.