The Grim Reaper Effect (n.) The act of being informed of your death date by the grim reaper him/herself.
Ex:
"I regret to inform you that you have exactly one year to live."
I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
He shrugged, "I've been informed that you have one year to live. Now we can go on all afternoon about it, but I'd rather you make your last year count."
"I think you have the wrong person," I started. "You see, I'm only seventeen. My life's just beginning and besides that, I'm as healthy as I can be. There's no way I'm dying in a year."
He sighed, "I wanted to skip the pleasantries but seeing as that's the only way you'll understand what I'm saying, I can't." He stuck out his hand. "Hello Mackenzie Oliver, I'm Griffin Ryder or, as I'm more commonly known, The Grim Reaper."
PLAYLIST: (ideas?)
Impossible Year by Panic! At The Disco
Overdose by Alessia Cara
Ride by Twenty One Pilots
Goner by Twenty One Pilots
Jet Black Heart by 5SOS
Trapdoor by Twenty One Pilots
Vagabond by MisterWives
Outlaws by Alessia Cara
Born to Die by Lana Del Rey
Just a little playlist I put together of a few songs I think go with this story. Feel free to add any at any time. I literally have no life so I'm mostly always available.
Bye! <3
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The Grim Reaper Effect
Teen FictionDeath is a funny thing. It's the ultimate step out of our comfort zones. You realize this world is the biggest comfort zone there is. Earth has always been a constant in a constantly changing world. We're all born into it with this air of certainty...
