Harbinger of Death - Story

[dldzioba]

The smell of Death hung in the air, bitter with a honey-sweet tang that awoke me from my sleeping. I sat up a picked the moss that had grown over my skin away. It’d been a long time indeed since Death called me to foretell his taking of an O’Grady’s life. I could hear him whispering through the wind; Kelly O’Grady was to die in two nights time.

Comments

[sweater_ghost]

I didn't finish. I got through like 3 or 4 sentences.

BUT:

I sat up a picked the moss that had grown over my skin away.

AND picked maybe?

[piratealaria]

Awwwww, sad!! I like it though. A bit long, but still readable.

Like I said...

[emwrites]

Hey DLD,

Seeing as you're so hungry for 'em, thought I'd leave one, even if I'm in danger of repeating myself ;-) Like the bit best when the girl comes along with the comb (spelled it right this time though). Best paragraph in the piece ;-)

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[tyrybaby]

Ireland. Beautiful. Great writing. Very pretty, hun.

[rachelkachel]

I like it. Very tragic, very moving.