I'm cleaning out my crossposting backlog.
Crossposted to a few other places, so if this shows up more than once on flists, I'm sorry.
A little while ago, I read through Neil Gaiman's the Sandman. Which resulted in my writing with Death. I snagged
glasspyramids for help, mostly because I suck.
November, 1966; Hell's Kitchen Death and the Merits of Being Fired And a slightly bonus fic, which I actually managed to write on my own (I'm as surprised as anybody else):
Death and Hollis Mason