A Day In The Life Of Grim

Day 1

I,Grim left myself to create fear into the hearts of man. Leaping upon into the face of the dieing, breaking them into many irriplaceable fragments as they would cring away. I sit and watch them fall into the abyss, while I laugh in the face of their soul. Yes, strong words for one that calls the dead. But, in many situations all does not go as planned. I do at times find myself lying in the dirt waiting to pick myself up, because there are those who do not wish to be called. Retaliation is their only answer.

In the first month of the spring, I found myself sitting at the local starbucks merely drinking a cup of coffee, and reading the local obituary. I began to smirk as I saw the numerous lives that had died due to my hand. "102 dead today!". What a peak, I thought to myself. It seems like my work is cut out for me these days. I slowly flipped through the pages with my cold, dead fingers until I came upon an article speaking of a man who could withstand death. It read like this, "The everlasting gate of death cannot keep this man, for he has made himself immortal". Fiery anger flew upon my face, as flames began to spout about my body. This man would not escape the grasp of death ever again. I would find his soul and take it away. The woman at the cash register suddenly began to yell at me."Hey, no catchingonfire in here!Go do that outside".I looked at thewoman, sincerely apologizing. Then I directed my eyes back to the article, finding that this immortal... had the name of Maurice Coblestone.

In a puff of smoke and flame I left the shop of coffee, only to find myself in a crop field. A crop of cabbage, carrots, and other vegetables I didn't feel mentionable. I walked out through the small orchards until I came upon a small house. Very small. It had one door, four windows, and a small chimney penetrating through the roof. Shaby. When I made it too the door, I took my white hand knocking on the door. Bang! The door shattered into splinters, as a large remaining whole was left in the doorway. I merely ducked down for a few seconds. Then the man from inside spoke. With a slight hick accent that made me laugh. "Nobody ever gonna get me! You ain't going to call me away to the devil. I'm not going, you hear me. I ain't going! You gonna have to kill me first!". This man was truly a talker, and less of a fighter. Or so I thought...

I burst through the door with flame and smoke crawling up into my black hollow-cloak. I spoke to the man in a bold voice. "Today, Maurice Coblestone, I shall deliever you into death. Were you shall lose your soul. Come to me Maurice Coblestone". Then in a sudden flash of light, I found myself flying out of the window. I remember flying a considerable distance as I landed back into the cabbage patch. Throwing a mess of greenery around my whole body. I stood up slowly as smoke flew about the rest of my body. I thought this was going to be a lot easier. After regaining from the small explosion I looked upon the front of the house. The whole door was gone, as well with the windows. Actually, most of the house was now gone.

In another effort to take his soul made my way again to the house of the decrepid old coot. I had never met any soul this prepared to meet death. But, in another effort of his I found a rocket quickly speeding past my face hitting the tree far off. An incineration of flames as a result from it. As Maurice was reloading his weapon I came up to him preparing to finish him with the touch of death. But, then in a sudden instant I found myself rolling on the floor. Maurice had punched my head off, incappacitating me. I began to beg for pitty. Possibly hoping that he might release me from his grasp. I even offered to let him keep his life.

You know what? I never have had something like that happen to me. Not once in over 2000 years had this happened. The old man should have been an easy kill. But instead, Maurice ended up throwing me into the compost heap. I must have found myself laying there for more than a month. This of course got the harbinger of death very behind on his duties. I will now have to pay off all the time wasted. Eating nothing but cabbage for a month is not a hobby for me. How humiliating!