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16 February 2011, 09:15 AM   #1
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A/N: Please excuse me. :C This is a random story that popped into my head while we were rehearsing for the ceremonies for the prom. IDK where I got it, but I thought it was a semi-decent idea, so I expanded on it. Please comment and criticize~! I'd love to hear from you. BTW - irregular update times. I'm not writing the chapters in chronological order - just whatever suits my fancy at the time, so you could wait weeks just to hear the next chapter and then an hour to get the one after that. Title isn't official yet.
February 2, 2011 The dates seemed to go on and on. I could see them stamped everywhere, on everyone. 13:02:52 – 03.31.16 2:37:33 – 12.17.43 But they were normal. The big bold numbers had always been a part of my life, and it wasn’t likely to leave anytime soon. 08:23:10 – 02.02.11 A date caught my eye. It was on a teenager running late for class. I checked my watch. A full minute from now. He ran half the block, sidestepping people as he made his way along the crowded sidewalk. There were seven seconds left of the minute as he reached the pedestrian lane. Six. Five. He takes the first step onto the asphalt, oblivious to the future. He doesn’t notice the man on the motorcycle speeding between the traffic. Four. Three. He drops something. A pen, perhaps? There’s still plenty of time until the light turns red, so he picks it up. Two. One. It turns out to be a fatal mistake. Zero. The crowd falls into silence. Why was it always quiet when Death comes near? Why were they always curious to see it on fellow man? Maybe it was to pay tribute to the power entity. Maybe it was because they wanted to confirm that they were alive. I see it now – Death, I mean. Death isn’t one person, you know. It comes in many forms, be it an old man, a young child or an expectant mother. This time it was a lady dressed in the palest of blues, kneeling over the teenager. I had the sense she was very beautiful, in the way she took the soul of the one who was deceased. I was about to turn my back to the entire thing, when something happened. Death stared at me with its blank face. There were no eyes to betray it, but I knew it was aware of me, and it knew I was aware of it. It made me feel cold inside. I turned around. They had no need for me anyway. There was an abundance of witnesses, and I had no business speaking with Death when I was still alive and well. Or maybe those were mere excuses and that I just couldn’t handle Death’s intent stare. Either way, it was time to put the past behind me. It was just another one lost in a trail of many. This one just happened soon. But I have to accept it; I have to accept that it’s normal. Even when it didn't feel like so. Hello. My name is Claus Piasecki. And you’ve just met the Death Seer.

16 February 2011, 04:08 PM   #2
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An absolutly amazing start to an absolutly amazing story. :] I love thje suspense and the
realism and fantisy in it. My teachers cant even write a story like you can. Cant wait for
the update.

17 February 2011, 06:49 AM   #3
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Thank you. C: Your compliments make my already large ego overinflated.
I may continue it if I get one more person to tell me what they think.

17 February 2011, 12:14 PM   #4
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 This looks absolutely amazing.

17 February 2011, 07:51 PM   #5
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 Yay~! Thank you. ♥ I've been thinking about what to write now for the second

19 February 2011, 09:06 AM   #6
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Last edited by ‹Thoughtful Zombie›, 19 February 2011
I have a question to fictionpress writers here.
If I were to submit this story onto fictionpress, which subcategory would this fall under?
Fantasy or supernatural? I'm personally thinking supernatural. Please answer soon. ♥

Edit: NVM - I was too excited. D: I decided to go with my instinct and placed it
under supernatural.

19 February 2011, 02:59 PM   #7
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this is pretty cool=) i can't wait to see what you come up with next.

19 February 2011, 08:50 PM   #8
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Thank you. I think I figured out what I want with the second chapter. C:
Here is the fictionpress
link to the story. Comments here as well as there are loved. ♥

19 February 2011, 09:29 PM   #9
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The start is very good. It's an awesome plot idea! And very suspenseful!
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19 February 2011, 09:41 PM   #10
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Last edited by ‹Thoughtful Zombie›, 20 February 2011
Dreams and People

If you see Death on a daily basis, you are going to need distractions. Things to make you
completely forget who you are, what you see and how you know. Brains would implode without

But to be honest, I’d love to see someone die from an imploded brain. It would be
fascinating to watch. Would there be any indications of internal bleeding? What was he
thinking that could cause a reaction like that?

Wait, I’m getting off topic. Let’s see, distractions. Rambling about something idle,
imagining a tale – they’re all forms of distractions.

My distractions? Dreams and people.

Little things, am I correct? So tiny in significance, you probably use them as small talk
in conversations. 

But that’s because you don’t need them as much as I do. If they weren’t there I
would probably have collapsed into depression right now, wishing for my own death date to
come. Dreams take me away, while people ask me to stay.

Would you like me to describe one of my dreams?

I see my house; and a lovely house it is. In it, I share breakfast with both my
parents. We laugh, have a good time; my mother fusses over my clothes and my father smiles
as he watches our routine argument about my appearance. But the argument is just a knee
jerk reaction on both our parts; we both knew that she was going to give in and I would go
to school in my lazily informal clothes.

In it, I hadn’t seen my parents’ death dates, nor did I see my friend’s. People
walking down the street? They were impeccable as well.

And then the people. People were never according to the book. They were all such unusually
fascinating creatures. Maybe that’s why I took psychology.

Each person – they would react, move, feel differently, even if they were all in the
same situation, the same circumstance. Because each person was different; if there was one
thing that all people were the same in, it would be because they were all unique.

Ahh – but everything in my dreams is physically impossible. Why? You’ll see.

For now, I’ll be content in the distractions of dreams and people. In them, I could
honestly say I was happy. Death could be forgotten, and I could live knowing I had no idea
what was to come.

That was of course, until I received a sharp sting on the better part of my face.
A/N: Thank you for the nice comments everybody. I forced myself to write the second chapter: more hooptedoodle than real substance. No inspiration - but I'll fix this when I find out what I want. Chapter three is already written and ready; I just want people to read my second chapter before I post third one.

20 February 2011, 12:22 AM   #11
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I like! * A *

20 February 2011, 05:40 AM   #12
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Nahh. Just kidding. Thank you, loves. ♥

20 February 2011, 09:36 AM   #13
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Id— Loren. NO, YOU GO DIE.
But then we wouldn't know who slapped Claus
Oh, you were only jesting? //hides gun
It's my pleasure. Looking forward to Chapter 3~ ♥

21 February 2011, 04:26 AM   #14
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Last edited by ‹Thoughtful Zombie›, 22 February 2011
A/N: Help! I honestly can't choose between v2 and v3, so I'm going to do a tally vote. C: Please help by voting after this chapter~ [v2] - llllll [others are from friend IRL] [v3] - ll [my friend and I] I guess I'll post v2. I'm going to need this some time soon, because I'm posting this on Fiction Press. :C
January 12, 2065 [v2] Maybe it's time I introduce you to one of the people that distract me. Meet Phoenix Steiner. He's the man who sleeps in a bed a meter away, who shares the same bathroom, who eats across me at least twice a day. And he's the one who proceeded to slap me awake. I opened my eyes and stared into his perpetually pinched face. 10:42:58 - 01.12.65 That was his date - still a long way off. For that, I was thankful. It's painful to know when your loved ones are going to die. It's even more painful when you know it's near. Not that I was ever going to admit that to him. The man was nutters as fuck, trying to drag me off the bed and pushing me into the poor excuse of a bathroom we had in the dorm we shared. Maybe this was why he was always called "Fucknut." "Fucknut, get off my case, it's too early in the morning." He swore a blue streak, but continued pushing me into the tiny confined space. Everyone called him that, and every time, he swore enough to put a seaman to shame. I don't even know how he got that name - all I know is that most don't even know his real name and introduce him as Fucknut to everyone they know. It was amusing. But honestly, I had no time to dwell on the metaphysics behind Fucknut’s name. If his screaming was any indication, I was already fifteen minutes late for my psychology class, and he was forty-five minutes early for his class in law – whatever that class was. I’m not law student, you know. Ask him. So I speeded up slightly, and checked the mirror one last time before rushing out with him. Forever mussed up hair? Check. Tired green eyes? Check. No Death date? Check. Yes, I can’t see my own date. I think it was nature’s way of balancing my ability. A funny way at that, because I’m rather thankful I don’t know. For that little fact, I’m able to live as normally as I can. Off we grabbed some toast and I ran to class, only to find that the professor was absent. Did wonders for my mood though. I finished the rest of the toast in a much more human pace, looking at everyone. Well, everyone’s dates, to be specific. Seem I can never completely escape from them. Reality is such a drag. Idly, I noticed that someone was going to die on Valentine’s day. Would he die from a frustrated lover? Or maybe commit suicide because of rejection? I knew when they were going to die, but I had no idea how or why. A shadow covered my line of vision. I looked up. 14:54:27 – 07.13.62 And smiled. A person who offered me more distraction than most. The lovely Leila.

21 February 2011, 11:55 AM    #15
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Very good! I liked v2 better, but of course it's really your own choice. (:
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