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The Grim Reaper is human.

His face is carved of marrow, and his drape is of dread, devoid of light. He bares a scythe in his hand, lean and sharp next to his figure. One would stare into the eyes of death with fear,

but he stares back with empathy.

Tiny hands, ones of children, would pull at his drape, tearing it, pulling it apart one seam at a time, but he did not mind. The cape was worn anyway, the remnants of one's before them, and before them, and before them..

Old, trembling souls would sit by his side, telling the stories of when they were young, of when bread would cost just 12 cents, when they would run with their friends to the candy shop down the street and buy gum with a dime and joke and laugh, and he would listen. With thousands of years of stories, he's probably heard enough to fill up a library.

Worn-out bodies would falter at his feet, scars, marks, and blemishes covering each one, as if to tell a story without words, and he would cry with them. He would hold them, cradle their heads in his palms as they sobbed. And they would fall asleep in his arms, but he would not mind. He would carry them to his home and lay them on his bed, for he knew all they ever needed was peace.

And he would dance and laugh and cry and sing. He would hold animals as they curiously imspected him. He would read books and tell tales of people who lived long ago to those who would care to listen.

He would long to spend just a little bit more time with the humans, would beg to know them just a bit more. But he knew that it was his job, to send them away, to lay them at rest, to finish their story.

So he used what time he had well. He let people cry at him, let people tell their stories, let people pull and tease at him. He watched as generations lived and died and loved and cried, and he shared empathy, for he had felt all that and more.

And his eyes may seem endless, and his coat may seem ruined and ravaged, and his scythe may glint with intimidation, but find yourself in his presence for just a bit, and you'll learn that,

The Grim Reaper is human.

#short story #story #creative writing #grim reaper #idk man this got me in the feels #so i wrote this #probably my first and last post here but #i hope you have a good day

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