By Asher Hunt
Death stood still.
Cold, unfeeling holes bored into my skull, a small, humorless smirk on Death’s face. “What will it be then?”
I took a deep breath. This could be it; the situation was grim. If I failed here now, I was eternally damned. I would never make it to the magnificent gates of heaven, instead sinking into the bottomless evils of hell. If I won though—if I beat Death at its own game—why, then anything was possible. I would have proved the indomitable will of the human spirit.
I rolled the dice.
A merciless laugh followed.
Snake eyes.
Nice one. I like dark, and the ending is unexpected. We hope for the main character.
Great opening sentence.