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“And why should I help you?” You ask, remembering how the two of you had a falling out all those years ago. “What’s in it for me?” “Well, you can come up to heaven and see what it’s like” he responded after a minute of silence. “I’m one of the highest ranked demons in hell. Why would I need to go see heaven?” I said sternly. After thinking for a minute, about everything before that fight, I sighed. “You know what? Sure. I’ll cover your ass just like the old days” I said, laughing. “Thank you, and when I get back, maybe we could do something?” He asked. “Maybe.” I replied and hung up.

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I write prompts usually if I already have an idea for them. Then I write my own story underneath. I had a rather popular one about a blue dragon I still need to finish.

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I'm not sure if this is allowed, but I hope it is

I like the way the story unfolds. The way you write out each paragraph, culminating in a final piece that shapes the whole.

However, your sentences do run on a little bit. Might want to cut them into slightly smaller pieces.

If they are not transparent it probably means karens a ghost too.

Oh I need to know why!!!!!

Literally the plot of "Death and Taxes".

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I knew any response to this prompt was gonna be gold but "a walk right into a trap" omg save me 🤣😂🤣🤣

Death needs humanity as much as humanity needs her, that's why at the end of the Great Dying she decided to help the last survivors herself.

It's been over a decade since the appearance of Disease X, a deadly prion hidden in the common cold virus, a piece of bad news wrapped up in even worse news. Civilization fell in a few years, decision makers started pointing fingers followed by guns, someone had the finger over the button, got trigger happy launched and rained death and darkness from above; it was the busiest days for the Reaper.

Some survivors began to receive instructions in dreams to start rebuilding civilization, it was explained to them that the pathogen had disappeared with the nuclear firestorm, now they could repopulate the earth, helped by a supernatural force that was always with them, they called it Vida.

Vida was in charge of making them survive accidents that must have killed them, guiding them to better places and ensuring that they had provisions keeping the population stable, but she never spoke to them directly, her messengers, dream and delirium always spoke for her.

Since the appearance of Vida, people began to live longer and die peacefully, so they began to suspect that Vida also controlled death.

They began to prepare someone to investigate, instructing him to negotiate face to face with Vida after he died, he was old and shouldn't have problems getting an answer, but this wasn't needed as they confirmed it when their subject lived longer than all those who had instructed him, so in a way the lack of answer was an answer.

Little by little the population rose and civilization recovered, 65 years have passed since the appearance of Vida and there are rumors that there are landline phones in Boston again and that Guadalajara has a new makeshift grid. Vida sighed and sharpened her scythe, returning to her old job but always taking care of the society that she helped create.

Please give me feedback as I haven't written in a while

Death was facing a dilemma. There were too many people coming into the underworld. "Now what are the humans up to now ?", He said to himself. He liked talking to himself. He rarely interacted with someone worth talking to so he found that talking to himself broke up the monotony that was his work.

Death glided up to Earth and saw what was going on. "Looks like there's been a war. A nuclear one at that. no wonder so many people are dying. " He roamed around the sky, riding his black horse, noticing what was going on.

"Well this is not good. If the last person dies, I die as well. " He noticed that there seemed to be just a small number of people left living on an island out in the middle of nowhere ocean.

"Looks like the war hasn't touched this place yet. "

He descended down on the island. There was not much food on the island the people on the island were all were acting restless. Death decided that he needed to grow some food first.
He put his hand into his pocket and brought out seeds that he carefully planted into the ground. When they were grown, everyone was amazed by the sudden abundance of food that was prevalent that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

He saw to it that no bad weather ever came near the island. If a storm ever tried to come close to the island, he chased the storm away. He would make it so that there was enough rain but not too much so that the rivers would flood and destroy everything.'

The final thing that he did that he considered a bit risky was to prevent accidents from happening. As Death himself, he knew when an accident would cause a death from a mile away and so could easily prevent the accidents from happening in the first place. People that fell down cliffs somehow miraculously survived. People weren't affected by snake bites in the least and people ate fruits without fear of them being poisonous to them as well.

People started noticing this happening to them and so wisely decided that a God was responsible for it. Since the God helped people live, they decided that the God would be called Life - much to Death's chagrin.

"Just you wait" said Death. "You people become more populous again and we'll see if you'll call me life once more."

But that day never came. There was one thing that Death could not do - and that was give the people more babies. Generation after generation less babies seemed to be born. Nothing Death did seemed to be able to stop that.

He tried to stop the decline over a couple thousand years, but nothing he did seemed to work. Finally he was right back to a handful people.

"Oh well. " Death said. "I did whatever I could. In fact, I feel like protecting this island was more fulfilling to me than taking the souls to the underworld. I'll die knowing that I don't have regrets. "

And when the last human died, Death closed his eyes and was no more.

I’ve been watching too much Doctor Who. I thought this was talking about David Tennant and UNIT (the Unified Intelligence Taskforce).

A visit to the groomers..

“I’m telling you this isn’t necessary! I snarled at my partner, as she pulled the K9 cruiser up to ‘Le Poodle Parlour’. I was beyond grumpy, I was furious.

“Look, it’s for your promotion photo. You’re up for promotion to Sergeant, remember?”

True, and if I hadn’t been bitten, probably would have made it sooner than I did. Still…”Ramona, it’s a Goddamn dog groomer!”

“And? How many Great Clips know how to trim tails?” She asked, as she put the car in park.

…damnit “ok point, but I’m not a dog!”

Sh e just looked at me “your radio call sign is Scrappy Doo”

“That’s because it pisses off Cooper.” and even at my full height..well it was less than impressive for someone of my breed, so to speak. Life’s tough for a 5”4” werewolf.

Officer Sandoval sighed “look, these guys do good work..and I’m pretty sure you’re not the only one in your situation to use this place. I asked around, ok?”

I could tell that this was going nowhere..and damnit, she was right. I was getting pretty scruffy when shifted. “Fine,” I mutter, wriggling out of my vest. “But I’m not going in there like this.”

It was weird. Very weird, going all the way to all fours. I have only done it a few times, mainly emergencies where I couldn’t fit in someplace any other way. Never realize how much you miss having thumbs till they are gone. “Ey, you don't need the leash!”

If I didn’t know my partner better, I’d swear she was enjoying this. Then again, it could be payback for the noodle case. “They won’t take any customers, not on one.”

…”Fine…”

I followed her sulking as we went into Le Poodle Parlour. I damn sure better get that promotion after this.

You might think life as a Death would be fun and cool, but you are highly mistaken. Being one of millions of Deaths around the world, is not all that it lives up to. It's what these humans call a 9 to 5 job. But instead of you sitting in an office all day at the computer you are constantly having to go out and retrieve dead humans souls. For the first couple thousands of years it seemed pretty cool being Death but after millions of years of just going around collecting souls it gets dull. Us Deaths, we go around collecting souls like homeless humans used to do collecting cans for a couple of cents. Surprisingly enough you would think that "Death" does not make money or needs money but you'd be surely mistaken. Ironically this job is soul sucking literally and figuratively. The only time I see my fellow Deaths happy is when there is a mass extinction or war happening on Earth. But are job is not only taking souls from dead humans, we can also help humans whether it be them dying or helping them live. Some people call us "Angels" watching over them, I guess it gives the humans some sort of comfort knowing that there is something watching over them. Well after world war 6 the humans began to disintegrate figuratively, they started to go off there on their own and stay away from other humans. It was like watching the caveman all over again. One soul sucking evening I got an alert on my device saying that North Korea has declared war on all countries, and they've already sent out 15 nuclear warheads overseas to Nuke all strong countries. If I could smile I would be smiling as hard as I can because I love when humans attack of the humans does that means a boost in paycheck. So I did what humans call skipping cheerfully all over the globe trying to get as many souls as I can. I found this group of around 10 humans and I was surprised to see them not fighting over food water or land. They were actually sharing food together and sharing stories. And in my non-existent heart I felt something to say not to kill these people but instead help them to survive. They were just so happy in the time of conflicts and sadness that it little spark in my non-existent heart and I decided to send them a herd of five pigs run over to them and be slaughtered for food. Running the distance I hear what sounds like battle cries of the homo sapiens of this Earth. So I turn around and I see a group of 20ish people wearing well looks to be rocks and metal as sort of armor while they're all holding pipes, wrenches ,big rocks and really just junk. When I turn back to the 10 humans they all look scared and they started to pack up their things very quickly and ran. So I fold them and I gave them a little bit of a stamina boost since it's above my pay grade to give them anything else. They run for about a mile reaching a shore, and for some reason I decided to send them a boat with food, water, and gas so they can escape unharmed. Now you might be asking yourself if you're Death why not kill them and get more money? Well it's not as simple as killing all the humans and getting more money, because on the first day of the job they said do whatever you can to keep at least one human alive because if you don't and you fail you will also die, along with all of your coworkers your bosses and everyone you know and love. Even though that might be a reason to keep the teams alive before I remembered my boss saying that to me I honestly wanted to help them and I did and I feel proud knowing that at least some humans will survive either all Deaths will die with them or not. I'm not the best at speaking the humans languages but I can hold a conversation with one theoretically if they could see me but what really spoke out to me is when they were on the boat eating the food drinking the water putting the gas into the boat I could make out something that they were saying, they said "do you guys feel that presence? Like something is watching over us protecting us, helping us? And for the first time ever a human who despises death and fears death called me "Life". Suddenly I hear crackling so I look down at my hands and they're growing tissue, muscle, veins, blood, and skin. I thought this overwhelming sensation of fear, happiness, sadness and glee. My black robe started to deteriorate and human clothes started to appear. I fall down from 10 ft in the sky where I was watching over the humans and I fell on their boat while they all screamed and panicked I looked up and felt the same emotions. Emotions? What are these, I've never felt these before what's happening to me, is this truly whut dying is? My now existent heart is beating out of my chest as I'm afraid and shivering. They finally say something, saying "who are you and how did you get on this boat?" I look back up at them and said "I... Am... Life..."

I am a corgi.

My ancestors hailed from ancient Wales, where they drove cattle and sheep with nothing but their wits and their voices. They bossed around thousands of tons of livestock!

I got this.

I know where we are. I can smell the shampoo. Food Human's not listening to me and letting me go into the fun part of the pet store. She must have brought me here for a reason.

Another human! He says I'm cute and I'm such a good dog! Because I am! ❤️

Wait. He's acting sneaky. He put a second collar on me. People only do that when they want to take me somewhere. He's reaching for my feet!

"I have to check her feet out," he says.

"Okay, that's fine." Food Human is just letting this happen?

I am a corgi!

Never touch a corgi's feet!

I'll lay down and hide them. No feet for you, Sneaky Human.

"Is she normally skittish about getting her feet touched?" Sneaky Human asks.

"She hates it. I try my best to touch her feet as much as I can so she'll get used to it, but she really dislikes it." Food Human really does touch my feet, and she only gets away with it because I like her.

Sneaky Human reaches down again.

No! I am a CORGI!

DON'T TOUCH MY FEET

"Momo, no!" Food Human's yanking me out of the room.

"I'm sorry, this isn't gonna work," Sneaky Human says.

"You're right," Food Human says.

"The dog is just too stressed," he says.

"I know. I don't want a dangerous situation for either of you. Can we reschedule for a different day so I can try it with some natural calming treats on board?"

CALM TREATS? I know calm treats! Gimme some!

"Of course."

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