Writings: Untitled One

Date: Unknown

Approximate age: 13-17

It was time once again for death to come knocking at their door.

The knock sounded like thunder rupturing from the clouds to strike a tiny abandoned infant on a cold, icy, deserted road. She opened the door and looked at the creature that loomed before her. She gasped. The thing grabbed her and took her away. The man that lived with the woman that got grabbed by the creature called Death or the Grim Reaper rushed after the two and was too late. She was gone. His true love was gone forever.

The clouds rolled in and blew a breath that reached the man and took him away to a place that looked like it would belong to a grotesque biker who drooled and retched when he bit off his enemy’s nose and ate it.

They were never seen or heard from again.

Death came knocking at their door.