Trifecta Challenge
This week's word is:
DEATH
1a : a permanent cessation of all vital functions : the end of life
b : an instance of dying
2a : the cause or occasion of loss of life
b : a cause of ruin
3 capitalized : the destroyer of life represented usually as a skeleton with a scythe
Mwahahaha. Have fun.
Please remember:
Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
Only one entry per writer.
Death rolled over in his coffin, stretched and glanced at his alarm clock. In a second he was yelling, “Damn death touch, killed the battery in my alarm clock again! Now I’m late and Satan is going to be pissed! Ugh.”
He threw on his cloak and took a quick swig of mouth wash. Death was swishing it around in his mouth as he flew down the stairs. In the kitchen he spit it out, hoping that it at least took the edge off his morning death breath.
On his way out to his car, Death grabbed a banana, he wanted coffee, but when he made the coffee the night before his touch had rendered the machine dead and useless. As he juggled the banana from hand to hand, reaching for his car keys, it crumbled to dust and blew away.
Cursing under his breath, Death got into his car.
“I just have to get to the office before Satan does his rounds and pick up my list,” he muttered to himself, “I can’t be late again or I’ll get the ax.”
He turned the key and nothing.
“Argh!” Death yelled, “stupid touch of death, now the car battery is dead, damn it, damn it, damn it!”
Death stormed back into the house, just in time to hear the phone ringing. He used his scythe to flip the receiver off and push the speaker button.
“What?” Death growled.
“Seriously Death, you’re not here again? This is a simple job. Pick up the list and kill the people by the end of the day. You have had too many chances already. You’re fired,” said Satan.
“But Satan, sir, I can explain,” begged Death.
“No. You’re dead to me,” declared Satan and he hung up.
3 comments:
oh, poor Death! let's hope he gets rid of the touch of death now that he's been fired.
fabulous take on the prompt!
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"and the line went dead..."
Great!
Bahahaha! I love it. Death breath is the best. This is a great take on the prompt. I totally saw him tossing the banana from hand to hand. Clever. Thanks for linking up.
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