Stories tagged “grim reaper”
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Death's Memoir: Details About the Job
The first thing you need to understand is that Death changes. I mean, the occupation of Death—the Grim Reaper, if you want—shifts every Earth century. Otherwise, Death might cling to the past and not account for population growth, new techn...
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Excerpts From a Grim Reaper's Diary, page 3,054
May 5, 1821 Dear Diary, Stomach cancer is a terrible way to go. I guess trying to conquer Europe will do that to man. Sounds like it could’ve started with that exile though. Being that separated from the rest of the world would certainly give me ...
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The Dating Scene
Tonight, since I’m not working, I wear a midnight blue cloak, and head off to the nightclub. I find a spare seat at the bar, and order a scotch on the rocks. Soon a pretty woman with long black locks sits beside me. “Can I buy you a drink?&...
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Free Garlic Bread
On the way to my next client, I stop to buy a pizza at Pinocio’s. I search with my hands for my wallet, and then remember I’m low on change. “What will it be?” the owner questions me, eyeing my scythe with raised and crazed eyeb...
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A Reluctance To Die
The Italian food put me in a good mood, so I flag down a cab. Luckily the driver is focused on the road more than his customer. When the taxi stops, I fork out some change and hop out, dusting the crumbs off my cloak, brandishing my scythe. The house i...
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Stairway To A Pool Party
I place the soul on my shoulder, and it immediately begins to whine. Not such a great idea. We arrive at the nearest river, a few kilometres away. When I’m on business I get a company car, full of complementary wines and champagnes to make the so...
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Stranger at the Laundry
The last thing I want to do right now is to go to the laundry, but I’m sure I’ll be on duty later today, so I go anyway. I feel very conspicuous, seeing as I’m wearing my only clean cloak, a sunshine-lemon yellow. The laundry I use is...
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Grim's Soul Mate
Shocked beyond belief, because this woman isn’t flinching or running from my face, and she actually wants to talk to me. “You don’t know what its like,” I murmur, and turn back to the machine, scythe in hand. With a soft, tender...
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Santa isn't who you think he is...
Another hard day at work for santa, You think all he does is deliver presents all the time and all he asks for is a fucking mince pie Well then you are very..very wrong. All that is a cover up to hide who he really is inside, A cold blooded killer a te...