Hello dear readers!
Last-minute, but it's here. My ONC entry's first 2k words got published on the last day for submission for round one.
My story? I'm getting ahead of myself.
This year it's not only mine. My boyfriend LordSteflord is writing it together with me. (Also, if you like the cover, you should know, that's his doing XD)
We chose the prompts:
36. You are Death, and you are obligated to roam the Earth for one week every hundred years to learn about what humans are up to these days. The problem? You get stuck on Earth during 2020. Definitely not a social hour.
57. Death has records of everyone's existence. Except – according to Death – your records don't exist.
Hope you'll like this comedy-mystery.
Also, a warning for mentioning dead bodies, depictions of diseases or conditions, crude comments about mortality from the mouths of the main characters, and quite an amount of swearing.
Don't be a stranger and leave a comment or two. I assure you, I love comments :P
Best,
Meredith
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Don't wear a plague mask for corona I ONC 2021
ParanormalEvery now and then, a strange signal blinks on the live-dead map. Question marks above the dot represent how much knowledge about it the Underworld Central's Death Headquarters lacks. Kuolema, the Master Death and ruler of the Underworld, sends out...
