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Reaper |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Chills ran up and down the spine a faint hollow knock was heard. All looked up from the dinner table perplexed, there was short pause as if the door would open by itself. The hollow knock continued, more distinct now... a little soup spilt on a lap, a host rose as they do to greet on the other side of the door who might one meet... A darkened shroud floated into the room the guests have already responded to charades already celebrated as the harvest was made this would be another audacious reaper although somewhat drab at the hem-line From under the dark hood comes, "I've come to collect my harvest", one of the guests teases "I just gave at the office, so beat it". "I've come to collect my due", echos from the vacant shroud. To this there is a clutter of cutlery each guest is now less teased... more concerned, even worried that the visitor should insist... They scan each others face for solace the last time they'd enjoy pumpkin pie.. "we haven't yet finished our meal please sit and be patient", replied one too brave for his own good. To which the reaper pointed his scythe and one of the guests vanished from sight. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A chilling dinner party, Martin. Maybe don't answer the door?  |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
maybe, but they did so in a Monty Python film..dark humour though, somebody slumped into his soup... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Bolt the door and board up the windows Martin!! Now I'm going to have nightmares!!!  Just kidding....I loved this!! Hugs~Nancy ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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