Author's Note:
This is the passage I wrote from the perspective of a mummy. I am focusing on word choice and voice.
From the cold hands of death, I witnessed my own friends taking my body and forcefully shoving toilet paper around my corpse. They wrapped me up tighter than a mother wrapping her newborn child in a blanket. I was placed in a black, geometric box covered with flowers, jewelry, and other sentimental items. Just when I thought that the deed had been completed, I was moved. Next, I felt as though I was being lowered, most likely into the ground. For this ground was to be my final journey, my final resting place.
I loved the first line especially in this piece. It is very well written and kept me interested. I love all of your fiction pieces. They are either so funny or have a really good point no one would ever think to write about.
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