By Emma
Writing prompt used: Your character looks at Death. Death looks at your character. "You're early," Death finally says.
"You're early," Death finally says.
"Well, it wasn't my fault I was mowed down by a crazy woman riding a cow," I answer, feeling annoyed how Death could even think this was my fault! I'd like to see him do my job.
"I rather enjoyed it. What shall I do with you now?" sighs Death.
"Mate, you've known me a long long time, just, you know.....give me some of that life stuff that you keep in your store room," I ask nicely with a big smile.
"That's for emergencies, Travis!"
"Come on, just a sprinkle?"
"I can't give you Vitae again! I may be Death but it isn't me who makes all the decisions around here."
"You were the one who sent me on a mission, to kill that woman. You said she had too much life," I sulk.
"Just forget it Travis, she'll die soon enough," And Death walked off but paused for a moment. "She's crazy."
Typical. Death sends me on a mission but won't let me finish. I shouldn't have applied for this 'Personal Assistant' job. I wouldn't have even given it a second glance if I knew it was a personal assistant for Death! Although, I must admit, he pays well.
It's been about three years, after Death's last assistant decided he had earned enough money to live out his days in Bora Bora. White sand beaches. Palm trees. Yeah, thats the life. But I would take any life right now because I am dead and I don't like being dead. Your nerves don't work, everything feels numb, bits of skin peel off after a while, eyeballs look...odd. The worst part is everyone who you have been avoiding your whole life is right there.
Death has just come back, holding what seems to be a piece of paper and some Vitae.
"One last chance. Don't die this time!" Death warns me.
"You have such confidence in me." I smile, sarcastically.
"I need you to deal with someone else."
"Who?"
"My mother"
"You have a mother?! You never said! You never introduced me! What's her name?"
"Gertrude." Death sighs, rolling his eyes, knowing I am going to make a big deal out of this.
"I cannot wait to meet her. We are going to have such a great time in her last few days."
I put the Vitae powder on my tongue.
"I hope so. Do your job well this time, wont you?"
"Hey now, I always do my job well. I'm the best personal assistant there is." I walk away into the light with a smile, knowing that making people happy in their last days is what I was born for and that it's the best job in the world.
Writing prompt used: Your character looks at Death. Death looks at your character. "You're early," Death finally says.
"You're early," Death finally says.
"Well, it wasn't my fault I was mowed down by a crazy woman riding a cow," I answer, feeling annoyed how Death could even think this was my fault! I'd like to see him do my job.
"I rather enjoyed it. What shall I do with you now?" sighs Death.
"Mate, you've known me a long long time, just, you know.....give me some of that life stuff that you keep in your store room," I ask nicely with a big smile.
"That's for emergencies, Travis!"
"Come on, just a sprinkle?"
"I can't give you Vitae again! I may be Death but it isn't me who makes all the decisions around here."
"You were the one who sent me on a mission, to kill that woman. You said she had too much life," I sulk.
"Just forget it Travis, she'll die soon enough," And Death walked off but paused for a moment. "She's crazy."
Typical. Death sends me on a mission but won't let me finish. I shouldn't have applied for this 'Personal Assistant' job. I wouldn't have even given it a second glance if I knew it was a personal assistant for Death! Although, I must admit, he pays well.
It's been about three years, after Death's last assistant decided he had earned enough money to live out his days in Bora Bora. White sand beaches. Palm trees. Yeah, thats the life. But I would take any life right now because I am dead and I don't like being dead. Your nerves don't work, everything feels numb, bits of skin peel off after a while, eyeballs look...odd. The worst part is everyone who you have been avoiding your whole life is right there.
Death has just come back, holding what seems to be a piece of paper and some Vitae.
"One last chance. Don't die this time!" Death warns me.
"You have such confidence in me." I smile, sarcastically.
"I need you to deal with someone else."
"Who?"
"My mother"
"You have a mother?! You never said! You never introduced me! What's her name?"
"Gertrude." Death sighs, rolling his eyes, knowing I am going to make a big deal out of this.
"I cannot wait to meet her. We are going to have such a great time in her last few days."
I put the Vitae powder on my tongue.
"I hope so. Do your job well this time, wont you?"
"Hey now, I always do my job well. I'm the best personal assistant there is." I walk away into the light with a smile, knowing that making people happy in their last days is what I was born for and that it's the best job in the world.
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