Writing Prompt: Everybody on Earth has a tree that represents them. Once that tree dies, that person dies too. You work as a lumberjack.  Do you keep your job?

Yeesh…. ummm….well.. no? Well if I’m being given a choice here, then no. I don’t want to carry the burden of death on my shoulders. It would be horrible if I didn’t have an option though because then I’d be forced to do a job like this. This kind of reminds me of Death as a character in The Book Thief, where he is the messenger and transports souls to the afterlife.

“I am haunted by humans.”

Chilling, I know. To think that the messenger that comes to take away souls would actually fear the souls themselves. But, I can’t blame him. It must be hard to carry all that weight on one’s shoulder. It must be exhausting and overwhelming at the same time. In fact, Death describes how his work effects his mood. After transporting the many souls that met their demise, he makes it a habit to notice those things that are peaceful to the mind. Point to be noted… Death is narrating during the time of WWII, Nazi Germany.

“People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”

Because he experienced this the whole time:

“For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their soul rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood […], their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities… They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”

Grim much? Ummm..yeah. Pretty much. But… he’s pretty humorous sometimes too 🙂

I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like?
I’ll help you find out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.”



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