Hello, everyone! I know it’s been a while since I wrote anything on here. Needless to say, 2016 has been pretty rough for me and I don’t think it’s letting up even as the year slowly comes to a close. Here’s a bit of writing to compensate a little bit for it. (Won’t even develop a proper plot since I’m at work. ^^;;)
Here’s the Reddit link for my writing prompt for today!
“Just give in,” she said. “Things aren’t getting any better, so why even hope for it.”
She was very insistent, as she always had been. For the longest time I was able to ignore her, overlook her snarky remarks or eye-rolls of disapproval as I tried to trudge my way through work- and in life in general. I doubt she’s ever realize how much work, how much time and effort I put into it. But I guess she doesn’t see that. All she sees is whatever trouble I end up getting myself into. It sickens me.
But he says otherwise. “You can do it,” he likes to tell me. “You can do many things. What you can do now, there’s more to it.” He is supportive. He likes to encourage. Sometimes he says it so often that I believe it; and for a moment, I believe in myself. I don’t tell him about how I’m doing, how I’m feeling, what I want to do next… but he knows. He’s just there, quietly waiting and watching.
They always have conversations with me. Nobody really ever sees them except me, and I know they’re there.
Hello, my name is Mort.
I’ve been doing the same job for what seems like centuries. Day in and day out, I wake up, get a list of who to pick up, then leave my home to shuttle around the world to fetch my listed people with my black ’69 Ford Mustang. Sometimes I don’t get any sleep at all, because it seems like every few seconds there’s someone new that I have to pick up and bring away. They’re all kinds of people – young, old, male, female, everything in between. You’ve got the aggressively sick, the terminally ill, the 50/50, the instant goners, the ones who never stood a chance.. I take them all to their destination. It’s taxing work, but it’s what I do best, and it’s what I enjoy.
Make that their final destination.
Hello, my name is Mort. But you probably know me as the Grim Reaper.
On a rare day that I had a bit of a break, I drove Sally (my car, I named her so I wouldn’t be lonely) down the block to this Greek taverna I liked, parked it, then went inside. I sat at this booth by the window, and the friendly waitress Miss Doris came by to take my order. She was in her late 50s, hair close to being completely white, with deeply-engraved smile lines from years of serving customers. I told her I wanted my usual lunch order- pita bread with three different dips – before she nodded, jotted down on her little notepad, then scuttled off to the kitchen to pass it on. I feel kind of sad to see her go, especially since she’s one of the few people I get to see more often than once – unfortunately, my job means meeting people just at the brink of their death, which equates to a lot of awkward conversation in the car. I suppose being the Grim Reaper is lonely work, but it’s the only work I’ve known. Continue reading “A Slice of Love, a Shot of Death. – This is Mort.”
..I’m going to do something that I’ve always considered to do, but never really thought of doing until now – use writing prompts to help myself get back into the creative flow and to better my writing!
I think that ever since I was young, I’ve had a knack for being very expressive and descriptive when it comes to writing. I like imagining vast expanses of scenery, and I tend to give sensations a sort of.. feel, if that makes any sense. Through the years, creative writing has always been my outlet, my sort of escape.
And lately, I’ve been feeling very much uninspired.
So with the help of the Internet and websites that have many writing prompts for aspiring writers and for anyone to really take inspiration from, I’m going to start writing again. Anything I write with the help of writing prompts, I’ll be placing under the Personal category of this site.
Let’s hope I write something nice, yes?