Writing Prompt: You are lying on your deathbed when Death visits you, telling you that they’re tired of their current job of being the Grim Reaper and that now you’re going to be replacing them. Describe your first day as the new Death.
I lay there in my final hour on my death bed, awaiting my death. I have served my country, I have served my family, and I have served those around me. I have lived a happy life, I know my time has come as it does with all things. As The Reaper approaches I see his sadness upon his face.
“It is time. I am sorry for what I am about to do.” said The Reaper with sadness in his voice as he sighs.
“It’s ok. I know it is my time. I understand.” I responded.
“No you don’t. As The Grim Reaper I am in charge of who lives and who dies. It is my duty to deem who is ready and when the time is right.” explains The Reaper.
“You don’t have to explain, I know it is my time.” I stated.
“You don’t understand, I am not here to take your life. I have came to pass my duty onto you. I have chosen to mark myself. I am tired, and I just want to rest even if it is eternal. I am sorry for the burden I pass onto you” The Reaper concluded.
I lay there confused and shocked of what is occurring before my eyes.
As ge grasps my hand I feel a flow of energy pass onto me. With it I see it draining him, I see him growing weaker. I look into his eyes and I see a sad face yet one of relief.
I have been told I am now the Grim Reaper and it is my duty to bring people into the afterlife and deem who is ready and who is not. My first day on the job, and I have killed Death himself.
I don’t know why I have been chosen or what I am supposed to do. All I know is it must be done, that is my duty.