Deaths Word

"Come one come all, come see circus fun!" "You sir are a low life money grabbing boar!" "Some flowers missy?” all said right before death, how boringly normal. I scrutinize them daily, waiting for one to stop poking the fire before it swallows them yet they never seem to. It makes me give pity to those fools who believe they run from fate yet are jumping right in my grasp, like the pearls on my neck. Rarely has one impressed me, most are so boring it's saddening, for as life goes on and on they just fall and fall. Pity does nothing to stop them on makes them stronger to act on impulse, but that’s why we are here. My family and I have stacked this earth and continued to bring the most scaring thing to humans’ lives, to hopefully off of our path. Because I am Death.

Sleepy Snow Day

Who knew that on the one day we wished happen that there would never be a yell or scream, but quite, a sweet noiseless day. Mother cooked, Father shoveled, brother fell asleep, and my own sweet sister left for her friends keep. While I did nearly nothing but rest and watch the snow thrash the houses, except for the tiny bit I did to keep the cold away, running to sweat off fat that kept my body much too warm in this frosty winter day. No hot chocolate, thawing, or fire but we did get a call that lit a sting of memories for hire. So all in all there was no 'snow day fun' for I didn't see one person intell one.