Death appears in all of history's greatest love stories. But perhaps it is time for The Grim Reaper to have a love story of his own.
Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, Tristan and Isolde, The Princess Bride;
Death appears in all of History's greatest love stories. But perhaps it is time for The Grim Reaper to have a love story of his own.
The Love of Death is the tale of a being that has walked a very lonely earth for over two hundred thousand years. During this time, he has literally met all of the most beautiful women on earth; Salome, Helen, Cleopatra, Antoinette, Monroe… even Brenda from Swindon. He had met them all, admired their beauty, and had then sucked out their life forces in a quite distasteful way. It was a terrible job, and not one he enjoyed, but it was his job, and he did it without question.
Today he had been sent by to London, tasked with collecting the life force of Tracey Denison. Tracey was bored with her life and longed for something exciting to happen, something to break the continual tedium of her existence. Unfortunately, for her excitement came in the form of a large red bus which did not brake in time. But her life did not end there, because today was the day that The Angel of Death finally found the woman he loved.
Before the besotted Reaper knows what he is doing, he has taken Tracey and abandoned his duties, leaving the world’s deceased to look after themselves, and continue to walk the earth wondering why they hadn’t shuffled off their mortal coil. Pursued by both Angels and Demons, who all have a stake in whether he returns to his post, Death must travel through the gates of Heaven, the depths of Hell, and the grubbier parts of Central London to escape his captors; all whilst trying to persuade a very ungrateful Tracey that she is the love of his very long life.
The Love of Death is a comic fantasy love story about finding the one that you were destined to be with (and kidnapping them).
Somewhere near Caledonian Road stands an abandoned office building, one of many empty spaces in the area. It was locked up for the last time five years earlier when the previous owners, Haberwell and Smale Accountants discovered that they had spent more time looking into other people’s money and not enough their own. They had not noticed that one of their owners, Charles Smale, had used the pension plans of their two hundred and forty-three employees to fund his very large, very plush home in Bermuda. Ever since the day, when it was clear that Smale was did not plan to either return the money or for that matter return to Britain, it had stood empty; five floors of dust laden desks, broken windows, and the occasional rogue pigeon. Smale had not lived long enough to enjoy his stolen retirement however. He had fallen whilst drunk from the balcony and landed badly on the outcrop of rocks below, his body being washed up two days later on a beach five miles down the coast. One of the current occupants of his company’s old premises had been there when Smale met with his demise; he was there when everyone died
It was hardly the ideal spot for a first date, but it would have to do. There was no one else around and he would not be seen appearing out of thin air when he changed the pace of time.
One week in, and we're making progress
Wednesday, 20 February 2019
Romance with the Reaper
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
These people are helping to fund The Love of Death.