Once Upon a Time, the End
Prologue: I Died Yesterday
Hello. Technically speaking, I shouldbe saying goodbye, but you’re not life, so I don’t need to. I said goodbye tolife yesterday because I died. You’re a person, though, so that means I neverleft you. I’m watching over all of you right now, in fact. But I forgot what itwas like to see, touch, smell, hear, taste, and breathe. It’s fine, though. Ican always check with one of you guys to remind me of what things likebreathing feel like. Being dead isn’t all that bad, actually. Not as bad as itsounds, at least. Well, this was a little informal, so I guess I betterintroduce myself before telling you the story of how I died.
My name was Catherine Miller, and I ledthe typical boring life of a fourteen year old girl in a small, damp flat inWashington, D.C. My accomplishments included breathing and passing throughevery grade with a C. Not bad is what the failures would say. The final year ofmy life, ninth grade, was way too hard to pass with a final average of C. Noway, JosCalibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
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In short, ninth grade, also known as thefourteenth year of my life, the year World War III started and ended, and 2041,was a blast. A literal blast. I spent my last few moments making my way throughthe mounds of scattered corpses on the battlefield in lifeless London, andturned around to see the Big Ben, my final obstacle, and an action that wouldmotivate my final move to end the war, along with my life. To make it brief, mysudden death was sort of essential to the future existence of the world.
Being dead is quite amusing, I mustsay. I can now watch all living beings and see into their darkest and brightestthoughts. Also, I can observe what’s changed since I died. Not much different has beengoing on since 2041, from what I can see. It’s only been a day, though. Yes, Idied on New Year’s Eve. Well, nothing’s changed except for the end of theshort-lived yet brutal war. Oh, and I think a statue of myself is scheduled tobe carved pretty soon.
Once Upon a Time, the End
Prologue: I Died Yesterday
Hello. Technically speaking, I shouldbe saying goodbye, but you’re not life, so I don’t need to. I said goodbye tolife yesterday because I died. You’re a person, though, so that means I neverleft you. I’m watching over all of you right now, in fact. But I forgot what itwas like to see, touch, smell, hear, taste, and breathe. It’s fine, though. Ican always check with one of you guys to remind me of what things likebreathing feel like. Being dead isn’t all that bad, actually. Not as bad as itsounds, at least. Well, this was a little informal, so I guess I betterintroduce myself before telling you the story of how I died.
My name was Catherine Miller, and I ledthe typical boring life of a fourteen year old girl in a small, damp flat inWashington, D.C. My accomplishments included breathing and passing throughevery grade with a C. Not bad is what the failures would say. The final year ofmy life, ninth grade, was way too hard to pass with a final average of C. Noway, JosCalibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">é. Or in this case, Joseph. Joe was the definition of moron, and witheverything ninth grade threw at me, including him, school was not going to beone of the things I would leave with a smile on my face. Even that, however,was the least of my worries.
In short, ninth grade, also known as thefourteenth year of my life, the year World War III started and ended, and 2041,was a blast. A literal blast. I spent my last few moments making my way throughthe mounds of scattered corpses on the battlefield in lifeless London, andturned around to see the Big Ben, my final obstacle, and an action that wouldmotivate my final move to end the war, along with my life. To make it brief, mysudden death was sort of essential to the future existence of the world.
Being dead is quite amusing, I mustsay. I can now watch all living beings and see into their darkest and brightestthoughts. Also, I can observe what’s changed since I died. Not much different has beengoing on since 2041, from what I can see. It’s only been a day, though. Yes, Idied on New Year’s Eve. Well, nothing’s changed except for the end of theshort-lived yet brutal war. Oh, and I think a statue of myself is scheduled tobe carved pretty soon.
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