Sep 9, 2022
2 min read
Fiction
The Day Death Bowed
The fog rolled in as Death stepped out into the forest. The mist wound its ghostly fingers among the trees and the leaves as he approached the grounds.
The reaper walked through the ancient forest. He hadn’t been there in some time and was delighted to see the Scottish landscape. An ancient stag lumbered through the woods, his fur glinting in the sun. The animal approached Death, who held…
