(Heads-up: I changed the prompt a bit. The protagonist has heard of the mysterious realm.)

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you..." All 8 of my friends sang happily in unison. The cheerful song faded to a muffled audio. All I could hear was my heartbeat pounding, looking at a server from the restaurant.

The server was a regular bald man. He looked like he was in his late 50s, tha...

I can't tell you how many times I've died. This was probably my eighty nineth---or ninety eighth life? I sat at a witch's workshop table holding a cup of weird liquid. My first time I died, I was in the sky, and the reason is still blurry to me because of the amount of lives I had. I was just floating up there then I got stuck. For a minute I was paralyzed then the next second I was tumbling milli...

I owed her a serious explanation. All my life, I've been hiding half of me. My other identity. I've always gotten away with it. I always do. But it's harder to keep it a secret from people you love, that's just the way things work.

Mia started wondering since a few months ago, asking questions everyday like, "why do you always show up late to our dates?" or, "do you not think I'm importan...

My fingers grazed over the cold silver locket sitting on my neck. I've never taken it off, I didn't think I'd ever do. Because I felt that if I did, my last memory of him would dissapear. I scanned the empty room, checking for any left behind items. Nothing. A shaky breath left my lips as I looked at how smaller and colder the room looked.

"Let's go," mom said, quiet as ever. I didn't wan...