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Death Falls in Love…Literally

The ghostly spectre silhouetted against the dark window sighed, the symptom of Death’s long-suffering passion.

Inside, cold breaths rattled through the lungs of Enid Westerhapf, 112 years old and at long last preparing to die.

Having awaited her for so long, Death finally welcomed her to stand by his side.

This story was based on a title provided by Master Gunner.


My life is like a bowl of oatmeal. It’s bland, grey, and kind of lumpy, only becoming bearable when I pile on the brown sugar.

Unlike the rest, the “brown sugar” part isn’t a metaphor. I crave the stuff constantly, by the bowlful.

Ironically, I’m kind of a bitter person.

This story is based on a title suggested by @cthomlan.