April 27
By morning, Morrigan wasn’t entirely sure if she slept or not. If she did, it was sporadic but at least she didn’t dream. If she did, she was sure she would have had nightmares. After getting dressed and coming out into the hall, she heard whispering, Death and Noir deliberating with hushed tones. Curious, she took careful steps down the hall.
“I know, I know, but give her time Noir.”
“Master, I wish to trust your judgment, but think about last time…” ...
2024-05-05 19:51:16 +0000 UTC
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The truth spell was a strange sensation. When asked a question it was like the words were forced out of her by some invasive mechanism that forced her tongue and lips to move. She was sure the discomfort was clear on her face as she reiterated what she had already told them.
Arrietta kept a hand over her mouth and Morrigan thought she looked on the verge of tears. With all the makeup around her eyes, that would quickly become a mess, but she held herself together.
“I see… th...
2024-05-05 19:35:55 +0000 UTC
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It was four-o-clock by the time Morrigan reaped her next soul for the day. It was another car accident. The spirit of the young man stared at the scene in shock but ultimately accepted his fate without any argument.
The last was at the hospital. It seemed to be a work-related accident as he was wearing a safety vest, and Morrigan followed the paramedics as they brought him through the halls on a stretcher. His spirit seemed dormant in the barely alive body, so Noir told her to just walk...
2024-05-04 19:03:18 +0000 UTC
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Morrigan’s mind raced as she tried to process the situation. She was trapped in a room with a witch who seemed to perceive her as a threat, and Emma was under some kind of spell.
“I-I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Emma!” Morrigan said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear gripping her. “She’s my friend!”
“We’ll see about that. Emma, how do you know this girl?”
Emma’s voice came out in a monotone drone, though she hardly moved a hair except fo...
2024-05-04 18:59:05 +0000 UTC
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Just a bunch of AI art I used for covers, ads, and some I just thought look cool.
2024-05-03 19:31:15 +0000 UTC
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Morrigan red eyes peered out from under the hood. Her white hair, disheveled from the climb, framed her face, adding to her otherworldly appearance. The scythe in her lap seemed to absorb the light from the space around it, casting its own eerie glow.
Mr. Roy, still recovering from his initial shock, took a step back. His eyes were fixed on the scythe, a mix of fear and fascination in his gaze. “What... what are you?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Morrigan ro...
2024-05-03 19:19:41 +0000 UTC
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Emma looked the truck over suspiciously before getting in.
“You okay?” Morrigan asked.
“So… this is just an ordinary truck, right?”
“As far as I can tell.”
“It’s just so strange. The grim reaper driving a normal car.”
Morrigan smirked. “Well, how else is he supposed to get around?”
“I dunno… on a headless horse or something?”
“There are no myths about headless horses. Just a headless rider.”
“Well, none of the...
2024-05-03 19:16:04 +0000 UTC
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The security guards walked behind her as they led her to the elevator. Once inside, Morrigan planted herself in the corner while the two of them stuck to the opposite wall. At least they weren’t too rough with escorting her out. They seemed to treat this like it was an almost normal occurrence, though she didn’t think that was entirely due to Noir’s magic.
In the awkward silence of the moving elevator, eventually, one of them asked, “So… are you an activist or somethi...
2024-05-02 18:20:57 +0000 UTC
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“M-Morrigan… w-what is…” Emma took another step back.
“I know… I’m sorry, I wish I had the power to hide it.” She looked away, knowing her glowing red eyes were not helping things.
“That’s…” Emma squinted, leaning forward as if trying to get a better idea. “That’s not a costume, is it? That’s not makeup? But… it has to be, right?”
“No…” Morrigan turned fully away, hiding under her hood again. “I’m sorry, maybe this was a bad idea....
2024-05-02 18:04:27 +0000 UTC
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((I posted two chapters today, so make sure you read chapter 35!))
She drove the rest of the day after her call with Emma, and made it all the way to Idaho by the time she decided to stop for the night. She found a hotel and snuck into an empty room with the skeleton key. She certainly felt more relaxed on a bed with four walls around her, rather than sleeping in the truck. Still, her heart had a strange mix of loneliness, anticipation, and fear. Once she made it back ...
2024-05-02 00:06:23 +0000 UTC
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Morrigan pulled into what looked like an abandoned factory where she decided to sleep for the night. She peeked out the window of the truck and searched for any signs of supernatural lingerers hanging around. She didn’t see anything but still had trouble sleeping. It was a little creepy being out there, and it dawned on her that if she came across a hollow, she wouldn’t know how to deal with it.
Well, she supposed it was just a matter of swinging her scythe through it—Death had ma...
2024-05-01 16:29:12 +0000 UTC
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He took a step back, now regaurding her cautiously, his eyes moving along the scythe and taking in the glowing blue blade.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“Well, you understand that you’re dead, right? You’re what's called a wandering spirit because you haven’t been able to find your way to heaven yet. See how my scythe is glowing blue? That means you’re a good soul who deserves passage to heaven. If it was red… well,” she chuckled. “This would be an even more...
2024-04-30 17:20:10 +0000 UTC
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((I posted 2 chapters today, so make sure you didn't miss chapter 32!))
Morrigan sat with one foot on the dashboard, looking out over a mountainous landscape as the sunset. It was a nice scenic turnoff on the roadside and she considered sleeping right there tonight. The passenger side floor of the truck was littered with discarded wrappers, empty bottles, and fast-food bags.
It had been a full two days now since she left Death’s cabin, and to her surprise, n...
2024-04-29 20:08:36 +0000 UTC
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Trisha Roy was in a somber mood as she stood in her late father’s office, staring down at the sea of lights across the cityscape below. She should have been at home in bed, she had to be up early for the funeral tomorrow, but sleeping was impossible. It was not just her father’s passing that weighed on her mind, nor the position as head of the company that she was so suddenly thrust into, but rather the snakes lurking in the grass.
She was no stranger to the treacherous politics tha...
2024-04-29 20:06:55 +0000 UTC
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Back in the safety of her own room, Morrigan sat on the edge of her bed with the old journal open in her lap. Her fingers were unsteady as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes skimmed the elegant script as if it were a window into the life of someone who had walked a path similar to hers.
February 3rd, 1694
Noir suggested I detach myself. He says I should consider my hands merely tools of a greater purpose. But how can I detach when I see so much...
2024-04-28 14:55:00 +0000 UTC
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By morning, Morrigan wasn’t entirely sure if she slept or not. If she did, it was sporadic but at least she didn’t dream. If she did, she was sure she would have had nightmares. After getting dressed and coming out into the hall, she heard whispering, Death and Noir deliberating with hushed tones. Curious, she took careful steps down the hall.
“I know, I know, but give her time Noir.”
“Master, I wish to trust your judgment, but think about last time…” Noir’s voice ...
2024-04-27 16:51:21 +0000 UTC
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It was four-o-clock by the time Morrigan reaped her next soul for the day. It was another car accident. The spirit of the young man stared at the scene in shock but ultimately accepted his fate without any argument.
The last was at the hospital. It seemed to be a work-related accident as he was wearing a safety vest, and Morrigan followed the paramedics as they brought him through the halls on a stretcher. His spirit seemed dormant in the barely alive body, so Noir told her to just walk...
2024-04-26 19:56:43 +0000 UTC
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Morrigan red eyes peered out from under the hood. Her white hair, disheveled from the climb, framed her face, adding to her otherworldly appearance. The scythe in her lap seemed to absorb the light from the space around it, casting its own eerie glow.
Mr. Roy, still recovering from his initial shock, took a step back. His eyes were fixed on the scythe, a mix of fear and fascination in his gaze. “What... what are you?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Morrigan ro...
2024-04-25 14:12:30 +0000 UTC
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The security guards walked behind her as they led her to the elevator. Once inside, Morrigan planted herself in the corner while the two of them stuck to the opposite wall. At least they weren’t too rough with escorting her out. They seemed to treat this like it was an almost normal occurrence, though she didn’t think that was entirely due to Noir’s magic.
In the awkward silence of the moving elevator, eventually, one of them asked, “So… are you an activist or somethi...
2024-04-24 14:28:57 +0000 UTC
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She saw a man—Micheal Roy, supposedly—standing at the window with a cellphone held up to his ear. He had white hair and his age showed on his skin, but despite that, he was broad-shouldered and stood with a strong posture. He seemed healthy. He certainly didn’t look like he was about to keel over.
“Look, Jason, it’s not about the money,” Michael Roy was saying, his back turned to the room. “It’s about responsibilities and obligations. Some things you can’t jus...
2024-04-23 22:05:11 +0000 UTC
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She saw a man—Micheal Roy, supposedly—standing at the window with a cellphone held up to his ear. He had white hair and his age showed on his skin, but despite that, he was broad-shouldered and stood with a strong posture. He seemed healthy. He certainly didn’t look like he was about to keel over.
“Look, Jason, it’s not about the money,” Michael Roy was saying, his back turned to the room. “It’s about responsibilities and obligations. Some things you can’t jus...
2024-04-22 19:10:12 +0000 UTC
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That night Morrigan had a dream of taking Emma along on a day in the life of a reaper. In the dream, Morrigan never quite got around to reaping her client and it was more spent talking to Emma casually as she walked with her scythe out. Emma didn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary as they gossiped and discussed lunch plans. Dreams could be weird like that.
When Morrigan woke, she felt a pull of disappointment, wishing the dream actually was real. There was a certain re...
2024-04-21 19:40:42 +0000 UTC
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After reaping the last of their souls for the day, they visited a phone store. Morrigan selected a cheap smart phone and a basic plan. Whether Death had basically endless money or not, she didn’t feel comfortable spending it unnecessarily. After that, Death brought her to a grocery store and told her to grab food for a few days.
By the time they returned to his cabin in the woods, the sun was just barely starting to set. “Sooo,” Morrigan began, carrying two plastic grocery bags. ...
2024-04-20 17:23:28 +0000 UTC
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Emma stood with hands on her hips, giving Morrigan a pointed stare despite the ever present quirk at the corner of her lips. Emma was her longest friend, and most of Morrigan’s other friendships could be traced back to this one girl. Morrigan had been sitting alone some time in middle school, and Emma invited her into her group and ever since then she’d often run up to her in the halls, would invite her places, and sat next to her in some of their classes. Despite all this, Morrigan had k...
2024-04-17 18:27:49 +0000 UTC
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They spent the morning and afternoon reaping souls, and with the faster pace at which they worked through the two lists, Morrigan found herself falling into an odd sort of rhythm. Sometimes, Death would stop and talk to the souls he reaped; other times, he would walk up behind them, swing his scythe, and then return to the car without a word.
As for Morrigan, only when her clients (as she was learning to call them) were unconscious would she reap them without saying anythi...
2024-04-17 18:25:41 +0000 UTC
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Their next stop, Death parked and looked at the time. “Ten minutes.” He looked up at the apartment building, contemplating something. “I suppose we can take this one a little early. Come along, Morrigan.”
“Does he live alone?” Morrigan asked.
“Yes, which is why I can spare a moment to speak with him. I like to do so whenever possible.”
Morrigan climbed out and followed Death to the entrance. There was a call box to the side, but Death ignored it and took out ...
2024-04-17 18:23:58 +0000 UTC
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After a dreamless night, she initially woke confused by the unfamiliar room. As the fog of sleep cleared, reality came back: she was in Death’s home—a trainee reaper on her third day of eternity.
After shuffling out of bed she got dressed, for once not thinking twice about the colors or the style. They would all turn black anyway, so it didn’t matter anymore. She quickly freshened up in the bathroom then headed out into the hallway, curious if Death would be where he said he’d b...
2024-04-17 18:22:42 +0000 UTC
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They drove out of the graveyard, turned the corner, and pulled up alongside Morrigan’s house.
“Here we are,” Death said, his skeletal fingers drumming on the steering wheel. “Feel free to gather what you need. We’ll wait here.”
Morrigan stared out the window at her house. The rickety old house with green mold coating the siding, and a few visibly missing shingles that manifested a bucket of water in the kitchen whenever it rained. Her mom’s car was still in the drive...
2024-04-17 18:21:31 +0000 UTC
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“Now that your list is complete,” Death said as he pulled his car onto the road and made a U-turn to head outside of the city and towards the graveyard. “There are a few questions I had for you.”
Morrigan thought back to the day she died, knowing he wanted to ask her about it, but it was something she did not want to think about.
“Did you know those boys at all?”
“No. Never saw them before in my life.”
“Was the moment of your death purposeful?”
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2024-04-17 18:18:59 +0000 UTC
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