The following is part of a “shared storytelling event” over at I Saw Lightning Fall , Advents Ghosts 2021. We were tasked to write a scary story of exactly 100 words in length. I don’t know how much this counts as a “story” but this is my attempt at an entry.
Death is the enemy we battle against our entire lives, a race that won’t be won.
When we are young, Death is the unthinkable. We are unstoppable.
“Death is not for me”, we tell ourselves. “I’m special.”
We age. Death becomes the word unspoken, as if naming it will give it power. People we love start to “pass away”.
Time moves on for the fortunate. Love is experienced, love is lost. The world speeds up. We slow down.
Death becomes less an enemy and more an expected if not entirely bless-ed friend.
Solitary immortality, now that would be a curse.