The Devil has no horns, nor does it have a spiked tail. In fact, the Devil is not an it, the Devil is a he.
My leg bumps against the door of my father's new truck. My fingers tap on the padded console. I straighten my dress with my sweaty hands while my father mutters into his phone. I wasn't ready for this. First my older brother, then my Aunt June, and now my step-sister.
How many more people would Death take from me?
I focus on the road ahead of me, blocking out everything else. My father laughs loudly, snapping me out of my daze. "Yuh, Merrick. Just keep dancin', man," he chuckles. I tune him out for a moment before I begin to get bored. Two more hours until we arrive at the funeral home. Ugh.
I pull my sketchbook out from my backpack, and begin to draw.
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Death Will Do Us Part
ActionHadley Ross has seen Death. She has smelled his foul breath. She has heard his evil laughter echo through an empty room. She has touched the ground in which he treads. When Death takes almost everyone that she loves, Hadley decides that she will not...
