[ WP ] There was once 25 hours in a day , but you figured out a way to steal everyone else 's 25th hour , and have been doing so for a long time . Eventually , somebody finds out .

His blinding white light showed the slightest hint of red, like a tiny drop a blood in bluest of lakes. God was furious. Before him stood a tall looming figure whose face was obscured by dark hood. His long black robe touched the ground, covering his entire body. In his hand, he held the most dangerous weapon. A scythe whose blade was so sharp it even sliced the very air particles, creating a tiny void around the edges. 
 
 ** “ You had no right! ** 
 I have given these mortals the gift of time. To ensure they are aware of their very existence. So that it may drive them forward and motivate them to make the best of life. 
 Now I discover **YOU** have stolen an hour of each day. And this has been going on for centuries! I would have expected this kind of behavior from someone else. Not from you. 
 What possible use could you have with time? Time does not move for you. You have seen the world ’ s creation and you will see its end. 
 So tell me, why? ” 
 
 The Grim Reaper lowered his head slightly and shook his head before looking up again. He gripped the scythe a bit tighter. 
 
 “ You are right. Time has no grip on me. I have seen hills growing into mountains, lakes turn to seas, lands breaking apart and coming together again. I see children growing into men and women. I see them laughing, crying, loving and hating. I see them grow old to die by my hands. I see life. I see what I don ’ t have. And for once I did not want to take life. 
 Just once… 
 Just once, I wanted to give life. 
 Yet I did not have any life of time to give of my own. 
 So I had to take it. 
 One hour of each day I took. 
 To bestow time into a new being. 
 To give it life. ” 
 
 The Grim Reaper took a step aside to reveal a young boy. His raven black hair blew gently in a breeze that wasn ’ t really there. His light blue eyes looked up to God in the same way an unknowing deer calf looks into the lion ’ s eyes. God looked at the boy and knew where those missing hours had gone to. 
 
 “ How old is he now? ” God asked. 
 The Grim Reaper seemed to ponder his reply. 
 “ He is 6241272 hours. ” 
 
 The silence between God and the Grim Reaper seemed to take a lifetime. But finally God spoke again. 
 “ Time has run out. ” 
 
 The Grim Reaper turned towards the boy. 
 He had given life. 
 Now he had to do what he always does. 
 From beneath the hood, a tear started to fall. 
 It took forever to fall.
