Writing Prompt

Pete came back home and set his scythe down. Today was a long day. He transitioned ten people today; most were ready but one put up a fight. The narcissists always do. It wasn’t his issue anymore. The contract was clear- he just had to drop them off at the main gate.

Anywho, it was the weekend and that meant no work for three whole days! Pete’s time off always involved the same things. He could...

For the first time in an eternity, The Reaper greeted the morning with a heavy sigh. His lips began to curl as he realized this was the first day that no one was going to die. As he walked among the graves of those past, in the dim light of the crescent moon knowing that this peace could never last. Moving like a mist cloaked in shadows and whispers, he decided to take his first day off, but what ...

My eyes opened heavily. The darkness moving chaotically around me was palpable, as if Light would never come into my sight again. Living at the bottom of the Ocean could be a factor for that.

One would assume Death would have a mansion, a castle, maybe even an abandoned building. Yet, I am everywhere. The dirt your children play in, the water you drink, the food you eat, the beaches you r...

It's been 20 or so years of you just sending people's souls either up or down in the afterlife. Though you had to admit, it's gotten pretty boring for you; doing the same thing every day that it gets to the point where you've deafened the cries and begs of other people after they find out about their inevitable fate in Hell.

Now that you have your time off for the week, you decide to use this tim...

He slumped back on the park bench, his hood falling off revealing the silver hair he kept neatly braided. He sighed, letting his sycthes dissipate into stardust. The amount of work for a reaper in a land considered the afterlife baffled him.

“Adrien! My man! What the hell ya doin here?!”

He opened his eyes to see the wide wolf skull grin of his ghostly companion, “Luz, and for a second I thought ...

Sharpen my blade

Eat Marmalade

Watch the sun fade

Sleep until noon

eat with a spoon

Watch lovers swoon

Practice my skills

Pay all my bills

Go over my kills

Write down a list

You get the gist

Read books in the settling mist

Plan out my day

Watch my kids play

Figure out what words to say

Go to the store

Maybe read some more

Thats what my day had in store...

A job that never rests, all the time working just to take people to the end of their journey. For centuries a job so tiring with barely any rest, if there was no one working, no one would die and that would be a catastrophe. But when the time off arrives, just once in a while, the grim reaper happily leaves humans alone and simply enjoys.

Being the grim reaper allows you to have a different vision...

Grim Reaper

Baby sitter?

Evil critter

Kitty litter

Not my type

Remember Skype

Try as you might

Lost the light...

What do I do in my time off? Well I mean, I have 3 cats, Mocha, Matcha, and Mapple. There a lot of work but I love them. I also write mainly poems, ooooh and I looooove art. Painting my cats brings me joy. People are scared of me because of well I’m the Grim Reaper, but I go by grim to my close friends, well my cats. Anyways that’s all the time I got, byeee....

Desire sniffed her plastic wineglass and grimaced. Nudging her shoulder, her brother Dream came up behind her. Sighing they both stared blankly at the canvas before them. The hum of the gallery’s halogen blended with the murmur from the sparse crowd around the free bar.

“What is it?” Desire whispered.

“Maybe, it’s hung the wrong way?” Dream answered.

The Endless siblings cocked their heads to o...