Flash Fiction: Kissing The Reaper

By on April 6, 2013

Here is my answer to this week’s Flash Fiction!

“You’re not supposed to be here.” A tall lean figure garbed in a long black cloak hovered at the foot of Matt’s bed. Moonlight reflected off the blade of his scythe.

“I couldn’t stay away.” An equally tall purple alien stood with his feet braced apart. “I know we have to take this human.”

They turned their heads toward Matt. The alien’s catlike eyes glowed. Under the grim reaper’s hood was a hole of endless nothingness. Matt slid deeper under the covers, his body shaking with fear.

“But we won’t take him tonight,” the grim reaper murmured, his words echoing in the small bedroom.

“Not tonight.” The alien surged forward, gripped the reaper’s shoulders and captured his nemesis’s mouth. The reaper pushed back, grasping purple muscle with his skeletal hands. They battled for sexual supremacy, two powerful beings intent on dominating the other.

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