The Book Thief Short Story

I look down at the black book in my hands, or rather what’s left of it. The spine of the book had long since disintegrated, facing the weight of my travels. The pages ripped and crumpled, all held together by two stitches of frayed thread. But no matter. I have read this story a legion of times. I have travelled near and far, spreading the book thief’s words. I have told the book so many times that I could never forget. Now, you may have been wondering throughout all my narrations how I, Death, found out about her story to begin with. I will tell you now. I stared at the beginning of Himmel Street, squinting to make out the houses in the dark night. Not a single star was in the sky, the moon covered by an ominous dark cloud. But the street was calm, no signs of the impending danger of what was approaching. It had seemed that I had arrived early. But as I start to walk down the street, the …show more content…
I picked up her soul mid snore, with her mouth open and drool dripping onto her pillow with a now damp circle. I am sure that had she seen me creeping into her home, she would’ve called me a Saukrel, that it would not offend me. I have observed that throughout this book, that Rosa Hubermann called everyone that. Especially the people close to her heart. And do not underestimate her, for she does have a heart, and it is one of the biggest I have ever seen. She gave food and housed a Jew without a second guess. And she gave a sketchbook to a teenage girl with the little money that she earned. I took care with her soul, giving a silent promise to Hans to keep her safe and away from harm’s way. I didn’t question where Rudy, Liesel, and Hans were. I could hear Liesel’s musical voice seeping through the floorboards as she recited her story. At the time, I didn’t know what she was reciting, but after reading the book, I know that she was showing them her book. I could feel Rudy and Hans’ warm souls down with her, keeping her company as she