After Death Novels & Stories

"Dahil pag nagpasya silang kumalas, hindi na nila hawak ang kapalaran nila. They'll either cross the line of the living or the dead." "What does it mean?" hindi ko alam pero bigla nalang akong kinabahan sa sinabi niya. Line of the living or the dead. "You see, they aren't dead nor alive. They are on the thin line of those two. Kapag nakalaya sila, iilan lang ang matagumpay na mamumuhay sa kasalukuyang panahon. Yung tipong tinanggal lang ang tila sumpa sa kanila. Some may live in the present time, but their memories will be washed away. A restart to be precise. And some? They cross the line of the afterlife." mahabang paliwang niya.

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

Because there is no moving on from death, there is just accepting it. Maybe it's crazy but there is always that weird feeling that he's here somehow, I still feel him so close, watching over me. I imagined him now, standing there, looking at us, smiling, proud of us. I couldn't help but smile back at the image in my head. He'll always be alive in my memories, that alone relieves me. Alex and Roman were laughing about something as we walked back to the car. I was too lost in my head to know what they were talking about. It didn't matter though, Alex's laugh alone made my lips stretch into a wide grin.

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The bodyguard didn't care who was on the other end of the phone. He noticed that Everly got very excited, so he quickly answered, "She said she isn't dead. She asked you where you are. And, what afterlife?"

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

SELENE ASHCROFT’S P.O.V. The first thing I noticed after dying was that nobody had bothered to explain the process. And Honestly, for something every living creature eventually experiences, you’d think there would be instructions, maybe a warning, even a brochure, or a pamphlet. There has to be something, at least a minimum helpful sign that screams: IT’S YOUR TIME TO DIE! OR WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE. A giant glowing billboard could work, or maybe an angel standing beside the road when death is near holding a clipboard as some kind of warning.

What happens after a person dies? Various religions believe that the soul of the dead would go to a certain place for judgment. However, nobody really knows the truth. Only the dead, themselves, can give the most legitimate answers. What comes after death? A question many have asked and pondered on at least once in their lives. But when they’re already one step away from death? Does the question emerge from their curious minds again? Probably not. Perhaps when they realize they only have a few seconds left---less than a minute---to lay eyes to the world and feel the air passing through their mouths and noses, their minds would begin doing an impromptu slidesho

"Surviving would have meant a lifetime looking at a window while lying on a bed, hoping for the sweet release of death." "..." "I meant paralysis, David." "Yes, I got that." "Did you?" David nodded. He didn't have a body but he felt as if he nodded. "So, am I dead?" "Yes." "Where am I?" "In the life after your life." "Couldn't you just say afterlife?" "No, because you aren't fully dead. True death means to disappear into nothing. As you are now, you still have life." "This isn't much of a life." "Oh, your new life hasn't come yet."

She pinches her hand, the pain that comes to let her know that what appears before her eyes is the truth, not in a dream. Did Daisy already die? She had read many books about what happens when people die. Within 49 days after the death, the period of transition from death to the next rebirth, the body and mind have separated independently, no longer connected to other. Depending on the blessings that each person has built while living, the bardo body will go to a good place, taking fragrance as food or going to a scary place, taking uncleanness as a source of life. Daisy is not a very gentle person, but she has never intended to harm anyone.