Monday, June 24, 2013

Dear Grim Reaper > Death Inc. > Epilogue


Dear Grim Reaper > Death Inc. > Page 7

The readers chose ending B) She gets up and drags herself away from the bed.

  Madison did her best to drag herself as far away from the bed as possible. The hand had tightened its grip around her ankle, and she could feel its nails seeping through her flesh as it attempted to draw her under the bed. The light was so powerful it was hard to see anything at all. Not to mention, her room was a total mess. She brushed aside t-shirts, nail polish, discarded pizza, magazines and underwear, looking for something to hold on to. Finally, she managed to grip on to something. It was a chair leg. Clutching it with all her strength, she instinctively hurled it at the hand. It let out an awful screech before loosening its grip. This gave her a chance to release her ankle from its clutch. Free, she scattered towards the end of the room under the desk. It was blood red, all spindly and bony with sharp fingertips like that of a witch. The hand reached out, as though it were pleading for help, then suddenly sunk its nails into the ground. It began to haul itself forward, as though it were trying to bring up weight coming from the light. An arm peered from the glow, followed by a second hand and arm. Eventually a head emerged. Only then did Madison realize, with horror, what she’d done. She hid under the desk, attempting to conceal herself from the disaster. This may well have been the most dangerous mistake anyone had ever made.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Death Inc.

The last page of Death Inc. will be up next week! Thank you to everyone that voted for the ending; bat shaped sugar cookies will be made in your honor. In the meantime, check out the preview for Tea Time of the Dead, watch television, or read some other stories.