Death: A Narrative Fiction

Being chased by death
Whether you like it or not, death is all around us. Around each corner, he is there waiting for us. You can’t run from him and you can’t stop death. It all started unexpectedly. The storm began to worsen with rage. Everything felt like a blur. Time was running, fast as an earthquake destroys land within seconds. But it all seemed like a nightmare.
It was the day I met him, like everyone did these days. It was a meeting I never had expected as I thought of him being far away. The room was dark. I could see a snippet of light creeping below the door. The light cast eerie, dark shadows upon the strange shapes and objects around me. I felt like this was my nightmare. I had no idea about the date we had, however I knew, …show more content…
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