The Fake Funeral

By Khalil Dosso

The Fake Funeral is a fictional novel about a gifted man with the ability to see into the future and alternate universes. His name is Anwar Sheldon and he is at the lowest point of his life. His writing career, his marriage, and his relationship with his family are in shambles. With nowhere to turn too, he chooses an even darker path. He stages a Fake Funeral to determine who cares about him. His new journey begins when he discovers that what he wrote about is true. Anwar Sheldon must choose between the road of redemption or becoming the world's worst nightmare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khalil Dosso
• Release date: Aug 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005095284

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1

I am clinically diagnose to have a Narcissistic psychological disorder. I can't feel empathy like the the way other people feel. So I can't truly connect with someone. Boy life really sucks for me,  I have 7 kids with 4 different women and nobody fucks with me. I lost my job, my wife and my kids, and even my mistress. I'm like a lone star brother in the middle of the night sky but imma about to make a move that will change how I see life.  I may be mentally ill but I have a powerful gift that changes my life. Originally I had the ability to see what will happen next. Of course I got paid from a few clients as their personal fortune teller. But eventually the accuracy of my visions was decreasing as I got older so I had to switch my hustle. Now all I see is images that will occur from another alternate universe.  My gift once gave me everything I ever wanted Fame, fortune, and happiness. But now I'm broke, mentally unstable, and even more depressed. I stop taking my medicine for my mental health and I have contemplated many times on commiting suicide. But then I realized if I do that then I wouldnt ever know who really loves me.

Where is the money The man dressed in a black trench coat said to me standing next to a brown coffin.  We was in a dark cold basement room, with very minimal lightning coming from just two old hanging light bulbs.

Let me see the body first Yo. I told you the body has to be exactly 6' 1, black and around 180 pounds and a body that belongs to a black person I said to him wearing a gray huddie and black sweats in freezing temperatures. The basement didn't have any heat and I was beginning to shiver.

I know you told me that sir. I told you that I got a body for you. You wanna check it out. Look for yourself. I'm about the money and I didn't lie. You got a measuring tape. Measure it yourself He asked me.

I do. I said going into my back pocket and pulling out a small metal measuring tape. 

I walked up to the brown coffin and opened the top lid. When I looked inside I saw a body . A black man probably in his early to mid 50's.  He had a gray mustache and a few scars on his face and neck. His eyes were closed. He was dressed in a dirty brown coat with gray scuffed up pants with several holes that had rips on it. He also had black scuffed up boots that looked like black slippers because the sole on the back of the boots were so worn out.  The smell coming out the coffin bursting out was horrible, as soon as I opened the lid, the smell hit me like a heavy weight boxer. The stinch of the dead body along with the smell of alcohol reeking almost made me vomit.  The body probably been dead for more than a week but I wonder if the guy even regularly bathed before he died. He looked like he might have been home-less  That's how bad he look. But everything looked as I wanted it to be. I was curious how he obtained the body but it didn't matter. I was in a funeral parlor making a business transaction. I needed a dead body