Inktober 2025: Day 31 - Award
The Afterlife Awards (as told by a very unwilling participant) I was brushing my teeth when the mirror applauded with ghostly clapping. I froze, toothbrush halfway to my mouth. “Please don’t,” I said to the reflection, which was currently smiling without me. From behind me came a raspy voice. “Don’t what? Celebrate your haunting? Tonight’s the big night!” Standing in my bathroom was a…














