We are taught from a young age that when someone dies they tend to stay dead. What happens after that death, well that depends on what you believe. When you die that is supposed to be the end, the dead don't come back, right?
The world we live in is corrupt, the rich get richer, and the poor stay right where they are. But what if there was a world beyond what we see, a place right on the other side of this reality, where things that shouldn't be real actually existed? A place where the rich and poor were made equal, where money didn't decide where you fell in the world.
Death is the thing that makes everyone equal. Death treats all the same, it doesn't matter how much money you have or where you stand in the social hierarchy. It will come for all, and in the end, every last person will meet it. Death shows us that no matter what we are not all powerful and that there will always be something out there ready to take everything from you.
I've always been fascinated with death, the whole concept of it, the dying, and the mourning. People acting like they care about someone who they never really knew, someone they barely talked to.
Life starts with screaming, crying, and blood. Life ends that very same way. Death only takes what it is allowed, which is what life creates. Life and Death, Death and Life. They are two halves of a whole, there can not be one without the other. So why do we praise one but curse the other?
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Hell Hath No Fury (Book 1 of the New World Order Series)
FantasiAll it took was one fight to bring Amara's life to complete chaos, changing it in a way she could have never imagined. That one fight ended in what Amara thought was supposed to be her death. Instead, she finds out what happens after death for thos...
