Imagine you have a superpower of your choice. However, no one knows about it! What does your superpower enable you to do? Do you confide in anyone? What happens?
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I’m kinda glad no one is aware, at least not yet, that I write obituaries. Now you probably stopped right there and said, wtf? Or how’s that a superpower. I guess it depends on if you’re alive or dead after I’ve finished writing it. As a child, I was terrified of ghosts, but then I discovered people were much scarier, so I decided to write their demise. That way, they couldn’t hurt me anymore. Oddly enough, whenever I did, they would die the same way I had written, so I explored with causes of death.
Who knew eliminating people could be so much fun. I was handling more criminals than the courts were with my artistic flourish. But after writing over a million obituaries, it became mundane, almost dull. Bet you didn’t realize it was because of me there were actually fun things to read in the newspaper.
Until my boyfriend discovered my secret room with all the file cabinets. He had to go snoop, which left me with no choice. I couldn’t have him spoiling my fun. But how to kill him. He is my boyfriend, after all, it can’t be ordinary or too obvious, especially if he flaps his big mouth. I’m kinda hoping he disregards what he saw as to be too strange to be true.
Nope, he had to call his buddy up and tell him everything. I overheard them laughing
Just in case you’re wondering. My boyfriend’s the one who had a brain aneurysm and collapsed on the front steps of the police station. The coroner ruled it as an act of God And his not so humorless friend well he died trying to cross a train track when the red light was flashing. He had been cited a lot for speeding, so no one questioned his death. I know kinda mundane, but what can I say I had to think quick and make damn sure no one found out my secret.
After the funeral, I think I’ll relocate to a different town and hopefully discover engaging stimulation for my writing endeavors.
PS. If you’re reading, obviously we haven’t crossed paths.