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October 24th Daily Writing Prompt – Conversation With Death

Hello, everyone! So, as promised, here is my first of quite a few posts today. I will get caught up before the night is over. This is the writing prompt from the 24th, you know, the one about having a conversation with death? I decided that I just HAD to stop working on Graveyard. I realized that it was very quickly escalating into yet another novel. Since I’m already working on two for November, I seriously can’t have another one beating around inside of my head.

Conversation With Death

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

-Emily Dickinson

   Sometimes we run from the things that we fear the most. We run as hard and as fast as we can, and we never look back. Sometimes, though, we don’t run. We simply choose to turn our head the other way and pretend that we don’t see it. I don’t know which is worse, running from an attack… or never seeing it as it approaches you.
I, however, am one of the latter people. I knew I was sick. I’d known it for a long, long time. More than that, I knew that I wasn’t going to get any better. The doctors had told me so, in the kindest way possible. I’d really started to notice with going to the doctors every few weeks for the past year that they didn’t completely understand what nice meant. They had this idealized sense of compassion, but it was clinical. When even their clinical coolness had started to fade and I could see the pity in their eyes, I knew it was time to bail. I didn’t want them to tell me that my medication wasn’t going to work anymore. I didn’t want them to tell me that there were too many things wrong, and I was a time bomb just waiting to explode.
I wasn’t going to listen to any of it, and they simply couldn’t make me.
And so, I was playing the part of simply ignoring it. I turned my head to the fact that I was exhausted after a brief walk outside. I turned my head to the fact that my appetite was growing less and less with each passing day. I turned my head to the fact that there was a ticking death sentence in my brain that could bring me to death at any moment. I just wanted to have a good time.
It was during one of my excursions that it happened. I was breathless by the end of the walk and frustrated with the fact that I’d probably have to call a cab to take me home. Still, there was this little coffee shop just a block away that I really wanted to visit. I’d always had the dream of just hanging out there, sipping my coffee, writing a novel. Maybe doing some art. Something artistic, and something that the world would remember me for even when I was dead and gone.
It was crazy how relevant that dream really was now.
It was as I was crossing the street that I heard the sound of a car blaring its horn violently at me. My head snapped up and I felt a pain wrench in my gut. There was no way I could move in time – my body was too weak. The truck was going to hit me.
Suddenly, I felt strong hands wrap around my waist. My body jerked backward. For a moment, pain lanced through my head… but that was it. There was no violent impact of metal on bone, and there was no sensation of my body smashing against the pavement. There was just… warmth.
When I came back to my senses, I looked up. There was a man, a very tall man, holding me protectively against his chest. The smell of his leather trench coat was a sweet comfort, and I’d never felt anything as soothing as his embrace. His dark eyes twinkled as I looked up at him in awe.
“You’ve been ignoring me for so long, little Lyssa. You look at me now with such reverence, that I wonder if you’ve been wasting your time after all.” His voice was unlike anything that I’d ever heard. Sweet peace, that taste of beautiful exhaustion that sucks you down right before sleep. Silk and velvet wrapped into one cooed those words to me, and it took me a moment to even register what he’d said in the first place.
“W-what?” I couldn’t make sense of it. All that I could do was realize that this man and his strong arms brought me more comfort than I’d had in the past year… and I knew that it was completely illogical. Who let a strange guy bring them comfort when nothing else could? “Who are you?”
“Oh, Lyssa. You know who I am. I am who you’ve been running from.” His hand stroked gently along the side of my face, giving me chills as he brushed a few strands of hair from my eyes. “I am Death, and I think that it is finally time that you and I spoke.”

So, there that is. I already had a plan for what I wanted to do with this, you’ll be seeing part two in the October 25th prompt, which is to pick one of your favorite songs. I can’t wait to see what you guys do, and I can’t wait to get to my next prompt!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!
Author Amanda McCormick
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