By: Autumn R.
The
Prompt:
Death stood in the doorway, holding the hand of a small child.
The old man stared.
“It was bring your kid to work day, so...” Death shrugged.
The Instructions:
This prompt wasn’t put
here by mistake. I’ve decided what’s more interactive than having you, our
readers, write the story with us? So, how can you be a part author of this
story? In the comments section below, write what you think happens next to
death, his kid, the old man and the neighbors. You don’t have to write about
everyone. You could just pick one. Whatever you do, just write!
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