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I warned them I was different. I told them that I was not like them but they insisted on keeping me close. They came to me daily sharing their deepest secrets and pulling out their toys of dark magic. It did not thrill me. I watched them and wanted to feel something. I was in contact with the one name Amanda. She was always what they called "sad". I could imagine that sadness felt like the color blue or grey. I could imagine it was like darkness. Whatever it was, they shared it but she lived in it. I had to know what it felt like. One day they came to me on the rocks. They had one of those Ouija boards. I imagined they thought they were communicating with something or someone from the other side but the only other thing was I. They asked me to try it and I told them no. Amanda stood to her feet and stared in my eyes in protest. She wore her hair slicked back from her pale face and black lips. She made herself up to look dark and eerie. They all did this, another thing I did not understand. I seized the moment, as it was our time to understand one another in a different way. I had hoped to feel her anger and relieve her of her sadness. I reached out and touched her for the first time in all the time that I had known her. She froze as my hand connected to her. Her friends jumped to their feet and watched and she stumbled backwards and over the rocky cliff. They yelled and screamed dramatically for her. I became invisible to them as I sat alone on the rocks. Her fate was sealed. I claimed another life, yet I sat emotionless. Years or even centuries will surly pass before I have the chance to feel.


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The following comments are for "THE REAPERS CURSE"
by DBurke

Reapers Curse
I like it - but It needs a little polishing. Flash fiction is tough in that it is so short that the prose almost has to be perfect and you have some little glitches. Foe example I read the invisible word ...'again' as the last word of the story. It's such a cool story maybe just a bit of crisping up the prose.
Thanks
Ken

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 14, 2010 )

The Reaper
The mood and tension are good. But I agree with Ken, perhaps the grammar could be tightened up. In the last line you wrote 'surly' instead of 'surely.' And maybe the title should be 'The Reaper's Curse.'

I liked the idea that he couldn't feel. He wanted to feel Amanda's anger and relieve her of her sadness. The content is very good. I liked the first person point of view from the Reaper.

( Posted by: sandra [Member] On: June 16, 2010 )

reaper
Yikes, this has to be the beginning, or at least part of something much longer. I love your style, and it drew me in completely, something that seldom happens to me in reading.

A friend here on this very board sent me the link to a Reaper video, It caught me up they very same way your short piece has done.

( Posted by: veebdosa [Member] On: June 16, 2010 )





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