I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Have a Conversation with Death
MYLO: Death, what was it like? For you?
DEATH: To die?
MYLO: No, to live.
DEATH: I don't know if I was ever alive.
MYLO: But you know death?
DEATH: No.
MYLO: That's your name.
DEATH: And what is your name?
MYLO: Mylo.
DEATH: So what does it mean to be Mylo?
MYLO: I don't know. I'm still figuring it out.
DEATH: Okay then.
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MYLO: What's your favorite memory?
DEATH: There once was this flower that smelled so sweet. I heard colors and saw sounds. Can you imagine hearing the color red?
MYLO: What happened to that flower?
DEATH: I keep it in my pocket.
MYLO: Is it dead?
DEATH: No, nothing ever dies. You see, my job is quite easy.
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