Whatever world we physically build can it ever compete with the one(s) we imagine?
Author H. B. O'Neill
(Newly opened and consequently causing a stir – “Brace yourselves, the gentry are coming!”)
Your parents named you Death but people usually mishear it as Beth
You died partway during a vicious war, and are welcomed to the viewing party by deceased
members of both sides.
And if she dies in the meantime then what?
The apocalypse is coming. Noah heads to the zoo.
Quite clearly the way forward was do as the boss said. There was no question. He was always right. Lucy Turnbull was not happy though. The system they were installing as far as she was concerned was defective. It left them vulnerable. They had significant value in clients’ funds that needed a very serious degree of protection. The system should have a built in failsafe but didn’t. That surely was a mistake.
Your Family Reunites For Thanksgiving Dinner. However, All-Hell Breaks Lose When Your Father (A Necromancer) Revives The Turkey.
You never miss a pill ever since you were a kid and diagnosed with a deadly illness. One night while out, you’re kidnapped by human traffickers. You plea to be let go because you’ll die without your pills. Turns out, the pills were keeping your telekinesis at bay. It’s starting to come back.
The Devil returns from a long day making deals and collecting souls, but along the way to his keep he manages to unwittingly drop one… yours. Years later you arrive in Hell, but since the Devil doesn’t know where your soul is, he can’t manipulate or punish you. You’re just kind of… there.