August 7, 2012
People often ask me if I drank alcohol while I was alive. Actually, nobody asks me that. But if they did, I’d say “no.” You see, I was never alive. I was born Death. But I wasn’t the first Grim Reaper. Not even close.
July 1, 2012
My bones creaked as I stretched my legs. I was too tall for the couch I was laying on and my feet dangled over the edge of the arm rest. They were bare and, like the rest of me, milky white. I often wondered if I should invest in a pair of shoes or something. I mean, I didn’t really need them but I did look pretty silly with nothing on my feet. Maybe a pair of high tops.