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Ongoing, First published Nov 27, 2016
WINNER OF "BEST OF THE UNDISCOVERED" - The Literary awards 2017
I hadn't given much thought as to how I was going to die. I never even thought what it would feel like after dying. Probably numb? That was my guess. But what I didn't know that afterlife existed. Hell, Purgatory and Heaven all existed.

Name - Gabriel Jerome Halls
Date of birth - 22nd August 1997
Date of death - 22nd August 2017 7:18 pm
The cause of death - Hyperventilation attack, blockage of lungs, lack of oxygen.
This is what my death certificate probably read. And this is what everyone would read.

I am dead.

But this meant different. My life wasn't meant to be on Earth. This is what my grandad always said. I had a better life ahead somewhere so dark where no one thought happiness could be found.

I was meant to be more. 
My binding arbour was affliction.

The true purpose of my death you ask? My quest . . . 

 A quest to save my trapped dad in the farthest dark path in Hell. But somehow I knew there was a more to this. I was chosen for this and a truth was to be revealed to me. A truth that would give me a purpose.

I was part of something big. This quest would help me find certain things that would fill the holes in my heart.

But what I didn't know was the consequences. 

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