Short Story Death Death is a mystery, Death is a crime, Death is a peace, Death is a relief, Death is like a story book you don't know what's under the pages but the cover is so intriguing you can't help but wonder what it's about. The only thing I will give away is Death would be me. I dwell upon the living, looking for a spirits that are no longer of use, you most likely won't see me coming. You'll never see me personally in your #life time, but after that I'll be there. Many people think I look like a dim hooded figure with a thin outline and dark appearance, but that is untrue. However I much like resemble a human, a regular, dull, boring human. You wouldn't notice me in a crowd, in fact you couldn't distinguish me from anyone else. People say I'm invisible, but of course they are wrong, I'm there you just don't notice me. I am a Car heading to a man on the road, a tornado hitting a house, a rope hanging a neck. However when I'm not any of those I am a Human, being a Human is the most deadliest of all, I can Bully people to there demise, I can put a bullet through a head, or a knife through a chest. You may blame me for the loss of your love ones, but I am only what you make me be. There is only one thing I can say, mankind is death it self.