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    Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection
    Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection
    Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection
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    Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection

    By River Fairchild

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    Thirty stories filled with laughter and mishaps as a Harley-riding Death and anachronistic Chronos create havoc in Purgatory and on Earth. A host of Immortals join in the misadventures. 

    Find out what happens when Death teaches War how to bowl. Can Chronos fix his blunder when he loses a year? What is Gaia going to do when she discovers the invisible sheep? Can you win playing poker with Evil? 

    Step into their world. The Afterlife will never be the same. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRiver Fairchild
    Release dateApr 30, 2014
    ISBN9781513022932
    Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection
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    River Fairchild

    River Fairchild is somewhat odd, brandishes a dry sense of humor, owned by several cats. Lives in a fantasy world. A fabricator of magic. Makes stuff up and spins tales about it. Believes in Faerie crossings and never staying in one place for very long. Speculative Fiction wordsmith. The secret to her stories? Spread lies, blend in truths, add a pinch of snark and a dash of tears. Escape into her world. She left the porch light on so you can find your way down the rabbit hole.

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      Living the Afterlife, A Death and Chronos Flash Fiction Collection - River Fairchild

      Time’s Faux Pas

      I’m bored.

      Chronos looked over to see if his companion heard him. Death sat in a recliner, flicking peanuts from a spoon and catching them in his eye sockets.

      Are you even listening to me?

      I heard you. Why don’t you go visit Nyx?

      Chronos shuddered, remembering the last time he’d been in that wily woman’s clutches. The goddess of Night was not to be taken lightly. He wasn’t sure he was up to repeating that experience.

      No, I want to do something constructive. You know, help people.

      You’ve got all the time in the world to do it. Not getting a laugh at his little joke, Death stood up. I have a collection to make. Let me know what you come up with. It might affect my schedule.

      Chronos nodded and scratched his beard. The longer it got the more it itched. It was all this cold, dry air—

      That’s it, he thought. People complained about how long winter lasted. He could do something about that.

      He paid a visit to Gaia but she wasn’t at home. Probably out fixing the latest tree blight. No matter. Chronos couldn’t see any flaw to his plan that would upset Mother Nature.

      First, he sped up the earth’s orbit. Then he removed the month of February. Pleased with his solution, Chronos wasn’t prepared for the complaints that poured in.

      Gaia pounded on his door, then blew in before he’d had a chance to answer it.

      You’ve disrupted the growing season.

      Chronos took a step backward. If she started a tornado right now, he’d lose all the knickknacks off his shelves.

      I only wanted to ease the suffering that a long winter brings.

      Did you think about the Southern Hemisphere? You shortened their summer.

      Oh. That hadn’t occurred to me. Before he could say more the doorbell rang. Eros stood on the doorstep, his bow pulled taut and an arrow aimed at Chronos’ head.

      You’ve removed the month of love, you blasted timepiece! How am I supposed to match people without Valentine’s Day? What will this do to the flower and chocolate industries? You bloody well better change it back before I skewer you.

      Death and War popped in together. War had his sword drawn but Death eased it aside.

      I’m afraid you’ve made a mess of things, old friend. War will have to intensify his efforts and I will no doubt be working overtime to keep up.

      I understand. Chronos raised his hands to forestall any more accusations. I’ve changed it back.

      Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and left him at once. The sudden silence gnawed at him.

      I’m bored, he said to the empty room. Maybe he’d go visit Nyx after all.

      Sore Loser

      Chronos stumbled into his house after a long visit with Nyx and collapsed on the sofa. Perhaps he should stop time for a week or two and get some sleep. Death sauntered in from the kitchen just then, a bowl of peanuts balanced in one skeletal hand.

      You look like hell, old man.

      Opening one eye, Chronos found Death peering at him closely.

      You have a peanut stuck... Chronos motioned a finger to his nose, trying to stifle a laugh. Death dug the nut out of his nasal cavity with as much dignity as he could muster before chuckling himself.

      Wouldn’t do to make a collection with a peanut stuffed up my nose. It could hurt my credibility.

      With your cowl up they probably wouldn’t notice anyway.

      Death studied the sand in the hourglass on the table.

      My collection is right outside Lucien’s, but I’ve got some time yet. Do you want to play a couple of racks?

      Why do you want to play pool with Evil?

      Death shrugged. Why not? I’m neutral. Besides, he’s got the best joint in town. I hear Clotho drops in there from time to time.

      That got Chronos’ attention. The Fates hang out in a pool hall?

      Only the youngest one. She still likes to party.

      You go on without me, Chronos said. He gave in to a huge yawn and sank deeper into the sofa. Turn the hourglass over for me on your way out, will you?

      Death shook his skull in amusement as Chronos started to snore. He set the bowl of peanuts down on the table, in case his friend woke up hungry, and faded out.

      Thanatos, it’s good of you to stop by, Lucien called out as Death materialized next to the bar. Join me in a game?

      The bar patrons shrank back as Death ambled over to the table. Most people saw him as a

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