Scott Farrell

ALT Chapter One (The Past: After Death) In exactly one month, three of us will burn again. Literally. Flames on skin, smoke clogging lungs. Real pleasant stuff. I still don’t know who lit the match that ended our lives or why it’s supposed to happen again. And I doubt I ever will. Only one will survive, and no bets are on my train wreck ass. Unless I fix what my rage fire burnt. Ha. Yeah, right. The wall next to my bed has a whole goddamn hole leftover from my last explosion. My hand trembles as I tease it with my fingertip. I laugh, but nearly choke on a sob anyway. If you googled “person most likely to set their life on fire.” Yeah, I’m your girl. I wasn’t always this way. Not before Mom died. Okay, I guess that’s not really true. My temper has always been warm, but it wasn’t until I joined the land of the dead that I realized it had gotten hot enough to burn my life down.

ALT Red rose on grave, shed on fire, red rose with red liquid, red solo cups, hand with rose sticking out of dirt, red graves, skull with red roses, white til death sign on red rose background, red clock.