❝And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.❞ { 2 0 1 4 © josie nicholson short story. all rights reserved. } edited by the great @iprobablyateit! myself and my readers can never thank you enough.

A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]