Woah. So powerful. So well written. So much pain and beauty mixed into one.
"Once upon a time, a reaper roamed. Centuries he spent with a rusted scythe and tattered cloak. Then came a time when his scythe bloomed with spring and his cloak turned white."
Do I cry? Do I smile? Both? Wow.
I just had to pause and let it sink in. And read it all over again.
Woah. So powerful. So well written. So much pain and beauty mixed into one.
"Once upon a time, a reaper roamed. Centuries he spent with a rusted scythe and tattered cloak. Then came a time when his scythe bloomed with spring and his cloak turned white."
Do I cry? Do I smile? Both? Wow.
I just had to pause and let it sink in. And read it all over again.
Absolutely wonderful 🏆 🌟
Ugh. Loved this sooo much. Congrats on a lovely and touching story.
I’ve written two works on Death personified. This one feels like the answer to one of them.
Perhaps I will share it and they can be companion pieces floating in the magical ether of Substack.
Regardless, thank you for sharing. So well done.
thank you so muchh, i've just started trying out short stories and i love that people appreciate themm