The Urn Saw Everything

Synopsis

It had been three days since I died. I was Wynne Ashford. My family didn't even buy a decent urn. They dumped my ashes into a cheap container and tossed it onto the living room coffee table. It sat right in front of our huge family portrait. In the picture, my mom, my dad, and my older brother crowded around my "sister," Sienna Ashford. They treated her like total royalty, smiling so widely. Then there was me, shoved to the very edge like some creepy photobomber. My soul was stuck inside that stupid container. I couldn't escape. But it gave me a perfect view of Sienna—the fraud who had stolen my life for twenty years. At that moment, she pulled out my secret diary. A sick, twisted smile crept onto her face as she flipped through the pages. Then, the thief grabbed a pen and started forging my handwriting in a brand-new notebook. The girl had no idea that those pages were my final goodbye, written over the last hundred days of my life. More importantly, she didn't know I was still "writing" a new one. It was a death diary. My soul acted as the pen, and my very own ashes served as the ink.