Impossible Question

Kadee stared at her time-locked boyfriend. He was as handsome as he was kind; she once thought she could stare at him for an eternity. After a day, she started to get bored and wandered away from him to give herself a chance to ponder his question. She wandered through the mall, and out into…

Lunch with Death

Death sat at the counter and pulled her hood down to reveal a light-brown ponytail. She let her obsidian scythe fall forward, the blade sliced through reality and made a small black gash that it fell into. The hole disappeared once the scythe was gone. Mundo abandoned her cleaning the moment death walked in. She…

Slow Day in the Afterlife

“Shouldn’t you be out reaping?” Isla asked Miller. The lean man with long stringy hair relaxed on a chaise looking out over the ocean. He was shirtless, showing off his silver scythe tattoo; it had the number 14 in red on the blade. He shrugged without looking up; his gaze was focused on his node….

Death’s Convenience

“I want you all to be on your best behavior for Megan,” Mrs. Hooper introduced the new student, a blond girl with long curls, to her biology class. It was supposed to be an uneventful Friday morning for Nick. Then Mrs. Hooper spoke the phrase Nick was dreading. “Why don’t you sit next to Nick?…

Sharp Needle

“Oh, what the hell?” Minnie decided with a sigh. Her day was already off the rails and she assumed it couldn’t get any worse. She had no idea who was at the door; she was never home at this exact time. She assumed whoever it was knocked every day at the same time. A lean,…

A Mother’s Wish

At the age of 114 Winston reset his life; it was the only escape from the invading horrors. 114 years old was the longest he’d ever lived and for the first time in 999 resets, he had a goal. He woke up and hopped out of his childhood bed with a burning motivation. “100 years…

Death & Spiders

“Have a good shift!” Betty stood by the sink putting the finishing touches on two cups of hot chocolate. She waved from the kitchen as Elsa stepped out the door, black cloak and scythe in hand. “Thanks, see you in a bit,” Elsa replied and shut the door behind her. Betty blinked. Then, the apartment…

Deathly Expectations

“Huh,” Wilbur tilted his head at the black-robed figure. Her hood was down, exposing her lean, tan face and light brown ponytail. The obsidian scythe affixed to her back gave her the vibe of a soccer mom that hadn’t grown out of her “goth phase” yet. Wilbur had been staring at his truck that was…

Death’s Nostalgia

“Marshall…,” the aging, portly psychologist leaned forward on his chair and smiled at the 12-year-old boy. “Could you give me a few minutes alone with your mom?” “But it’s true!” Marshall blurted out, on the verge of tears. He felt lucky his mom believed him enough to make an appointment for him, but somehow it…

Timeless Partnership

“HER!??” Kim growled at the name written in elegant script in gold letters. “Who is it, dear?” Layla, Kim’s mother, asked. The mid-40s woman stood at the counter kneading dough when Kim ran in the house waving around a black envelope. The 16-year-old girl tore it open, read the name, and complained. “Some loser girl…