The Reaper

He's coming.

The reaper drains the night as well as our beings. He feeds off of the living and desires no more. The souls go far and wide. Mary dies and we suffer. I pray, but nothing happens! Help! The reaper! The reaper! Save me from him! A loud thud was heard next door and I raced under my bed, but while panicking, knocked over a vase.  He surly heard me! The door creaked open and I gasped under the piece of furniture. I shook from fear when the bed was thrown. The cries of my former self echoed as the reaper harvested its food. I sighed and walked up The Valley of the Lost along with every other one of his victims…

Author's Note

What did you think? Tell me. I'm up for any kind of criticism.

Reviews

[Jason D. Brawn]

Very good.

[Angela]

Thank you.

[GreenIvy]

This is very interesting but i was hoping that there would be a little more.
Other than that, great write. Well done. :)

[Angela]

Should it be longer? Thank you. ♥

[GreenIvy]

It would be nice if it were but hey, if you think it's perfect just the way it is then that's cool too :)

[Angela]

Ah, I see. I'll write more then. :)