by Amele, Quinn
"Death," I murmur, my eyebrows furrowing.
He chuckles. "Yeah, kept tripping over my robes, remember? I got to keep my scythe, though. Stored it in my dorm closet." When he smiles, it goes all the way into his eyes, and I'm taken aback by how alive he looks. "Anyway, I better get to class. Don't you have Philo with Willow—hey that rhymes!" He laughs again, a sound like velvet. "I'll catch you later?"
"Yeah, later," I reply, but he's already walking away.
I watch him descend the stairs on the side of the stage and pick up his over-the-shoulder backpack, and disappear up the aisle before I even move.
"It wasn't real," I hear myself whisper as sunlight folds into the dark theater when he opens the front door, a brilliant flash of honeyed gold, before it swings shut after him, and plunges the theater into darkness once more.
To Be Continued...
Love, Life
Book Two
Estella refuses to believe that it was just a story, but the longer she stays trapped in this alternate reality, the less she remembers about her old life. What's worse, no one else seems to remember, not even Jack. But when Willow lets her in on a secret about Nate, Estella's leisure college life turns into a race to regain his memories before his Holiday ends. If she fails, Death with cease to exist.
But if she succeeds...she will die. Permanently.
About the Author
Quinn Amele grew up in a small town with a lot of graveyards and coffee shops. She loves books, writing, and cemeteries, and you can often find her in the gothic/horror section of the library. She loves life, chocolate, and rose gardens. She thanks everyone who took a chance on this novella. Quinn Amele is a penname. But whose? Now that's the real mystery.
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