Death and Photoshop

Me: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. :) I'm sorry I didn't get up a post for the last few weeks, it was rather busy. I had started one though but I hadn't gotten that far on it.

Sage: In case you're wondering about it, here's what she had written three weeks ago:

Me: Well here I am again, and like always, I don't have a topic....big surprise right?

Drel: *asleep*

Me: ....

Sage: There is a bit of good news though. Silver was finally able to stop thinking about that horrible scene with Drel in it last week and he was able to get over it.

Jafen: And now he's asleep for some reason.

Me: Yeah, I'm not really sure why he's asleep like that...

Sage: He probably stayed up until four in the morning again.

Me: Ah! I just realized something! Jun popped up in the last post but I didn't tell you anything about him at all! ...or did I? Ugh, I can't remember. Oh well. Jun come back in here.

Jun: If you say so. I might not be able to participate in many posts though...I do have a job and everything.

Sage: But people might want to know a bit about you for when you do show up.

Jun: Fair point.

Me: So, I'm not going to make a very long profile for him because I still don't have many things worked out for him...actually, I'll just put up a picture of him because I don't know anything about him.

Jun: Heads up, I do look kinda like a girl.

Ren: Yup you do...

Jun: I've gotten used to it though.

Me: Yeah...I didn't get that far, but I was kind of stuck anyways. Though unlike previous times, I do have a topic!

Drel: I bet I know what it is.

Me: ...you probably do...

Drel: It's about that little scene you wrote up, isn't it?

Me: Yep.

Drel: Knew it.

Me: *rolls eyes* So anyways, you guys probably didn't know this but I've been reading The Book Thief and it kept on giving me ideas for different things.

Sage: She finished it last week.

Me: Ah, it was so sad, but I really liked it. Anyways, for those who don't know, the narrator is Death which obviously is rather unique but the author did a really good job at portraying him.

Drel: So naturally, Silver played with the idea of writing a story with Death in it.

Me: It was really fun! I basically just daydreamed about it for an hour two nights ago and wrote up a short little scene. It's a little dark and kind of creepy but I had so much fun with it. 

Death Knocks

A figure dressed in a black cloak slowly walked up the narrow steps to the door. The night was cold and wet from a recent rain, making the dark stone street looked like it was stained with ink. The thin wiry hand railing on either side of the walkway was still allowing little droplets of water to slowly fall to the ground. The black door that the figure stood in front of was plan but had two large silver numbers: 34. A thin, pale hand reached up and knocked on the door. The sound was soft but seemed to echo forlornly down the street. There was a long pause as the figure waited with motionless patience until the door opened. The man who opened it, was unshaven and looked rather sickly. His skin had taken on a yellow tinge and his eyes were bloodshot. He coughed into his arm as he studied the strange. His face and skin was unwashed and his hair was thin and stringy.

                “Who’s that now?” He asked in a thick British accent.

                “Christopher Grahm?” The figure asked in a soft and very calm voice.

                The man looked a little taken aback that the figure knew his name but as he opened his mouth to ask a question he broke out into a coughing fit. His sleeve was wet with blood when he recovered.

                “Are you afraid?” The figure asked in the same tone of voice, his face hidden by the black hood.

                Mr. Grahm scoffed and eyed the figure again, with a haughty gaze.

                “I am not. I doubt I’ll even be afraid even if Death comes knocking at my door.” He said with a small nod.

                “What an ironic choice of words.” The stranger said, his tone only changing a tiny hint to that of amusement.

                The cloaked figure slowly raised his head until his face was visible and Christopher took a startled step backwards as the first thing he noticed was the figure’s eyes. They were as bright and as silver as the moon that sat in the sky behind him. Judging by his face, the stranger appeared to only be in his early twenties with very pale skin. Another startling feature was that his hair was the exact color of blood. Grahm fumbled to grab the door and close it again, but the young man put his pale hand against the wood, keeping it open.

                “I am Death.”

                Christopher mouth opened to let out a scream but Death’s hand shot forward and slipped through his chest as if it was air. Christopher stiffened, his face frozen in the scream and a small trick of crimson trickling out of his mouth. Slowly, Death removed his hand, drawing out the soul of Christopher Grahm. To Death, it was warm and soft to the touch but only he could feel and see it. It looked like what people imagined a ghost would; white and transparent but with desirable features. It looked like Christopher but much healthier and also a little smaller. It was also glowing ever so faintly with a white light. The soul’s eyes were empty and stared blankly ahead, a calm look on the transparent face. Death gently held it in his arms, watching as the mortal body of Christopher fell back onto the ground, cold and empty. Christopher had been dying for a number of days now; he had a heart disease but he didn’t even know it. Death made a small motion to the door and it slowly slid shut, locking like nothing had happened. With the soul still in his arms, he turned, and walked away from the door. Death continued walking down the street and slowly, he began sliding into the ground until he was gone. Christopher would be found tomorrow morning, lying dead by the front door as if someone had knocked and he had meant to answer it.

Drel: You really enjoy writing dark stories don't you?

Me: *chuckles* I really do. They're so much fun.

Drel: She's really cruel in her writing...really cruel.

Me: ...yeah, I admit it, I'm kind of a sadist when it comes to some scenes. ;P

Sage: I agree....

Me: But anyways, back to that scene I wrote. I wasn't able to fit it in, but my idea for it is that there's actually a group of people who go by the name Death. They have a special ability that allows them to withdraw a person's soul from their physical body. But this makes them unable to touch someone like everyone else does. Like if they try to put their hand on someone's shoulder, it would just slip through their skin and they would touch their soul.

Drel: Which is probably an unpleasant feeling....

Sage: That's kind of disturbing...

Me: Isn't it?!

Drel: She loves disturbing things.

Sage: Which is in itself, disturbing. :P

Me: So, anyways, I'm not sure if I'm going to start a small series of stories with this scene or not. I still haven't really figured out what they do with the souls and a few other things but I'm going to worry about that later.

Drel: You have a picture of the Death guy in that story, right?

Me: I do! I love photoshop, it's so amazing because I can edit pictures to exactly how I want them to look. He is a little younger than I want him to be, but he still looks pretty cool.

Me: I lost the original picture actually...but his eyes were green and his hair was a less vivid orange-ish color with bits of yellow and brown in it. The clothes and the hood-thingy were actually like a light olive color I think.... I'm getting good at photoshop. I discovered how to make collages and I made one of Ilus and another of Drel.

Me: I still need to work on Ilus's a bit but Drel's turned out amazing.

Drel: Funny how you had enough time to make a collage of me but not write on my story.

Me: ...

Drel: The last time you wrote on Cold Blood was over a month ago.

Me: ... *sighs* Yeah...I'm still kind of trying to figure out what's going to happen...

Drel: Well you better start writing it again soon.

Me: I'll try. It's just a little hard. I'm still trying to figure out how Ilus is going to act when he's a little kid. It's really tricky considering how he acts now.

Drel: *stares out window*

Sage: ...change of topic please, Ilus is never a good topic.

Me: Right. Umm....wow! Look at the time! It's almost time to head home. I told myself I was going to do a bit of Japanese today so I better go to that before I loose my motivation. ;P I will put up another post next week. I'll try to make it a little bit longer. Oh! Also, let me know if you like reading little things that I write because I have a large collection I can use and talk about if anyone is interested. :) Later!

~N~