After Death Novels & Stories

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

Emilia's POV After making all the arrangements for faking my death, I end the call. In two days, I would no longer exist in this world. At that moment, the church doors opened. Twinkle slowly walked over to me and gently kissed my forehead. "Who were you on the phone with?" "A teacher from the piano institute. Nothing important." I tried my best to keep my expression from being too stiff, but I no longer knew how to face him. He pinched my cheek. "You've lost weight lately. Don't stress too much about the institute stuff. Take care of your health."

“You didn’t know because you chose not to stay.” His face tightened. “I thought I could fix it afterward. I thought if I got through the wedding, I could come back to you and make everything right.” “You thought I would still be waiting.” He had no answer. The institute legal director stepped forward and handed him a folder. “These terminate every private arrangement still connecting you to Miss Vale: medical authorization from her treatment years, residence registration at the Russo estate, emergency contact status, beneficiary records, and all compensation attempts made through your lawyers.” Dante stared at the papers.

"And most importantly, Where's the skeleton face?!!" All these questions fell out shiro's mouth with nothing to hold them back, and more would've come out if he wasn't interrupted. "That outfit was lame?" Death answered "Umm...who told you that?" Shiro asked "Some guy" Death answered "Well this one is also lame" Shiro replied. Death smiled a little and looked at Shiro all over before mumbling to himself "like father like son" "What did you just say?" Shiro asked, shocked at what he had just heard, but Death ignored his question and told him "get back to the land of the living, only those who can see the path can go to the afterlife "

“Is that what’s causing my hands to be all tingly.” His great-uncle nodded. “So, are we close?” “Are we almost there.” “Yes, a bit more and you will be back. However, know this, you will be back but in a dead body.” Crown Prince gasped. “I’m sorry, this is how the resurrection works.” “So, I will be dead, but alive?” His great-uncle looked at him and asked, “Yes. Are you okay with that?” Crown Prince nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

My vision turns blurry and I black out. Blackness and numbness surround me. Is this what being dead is like? It's peaceful, but a little bit boring. At least I don't have to feed the pack. Oh dang, I didn't get a chance to turn in that English essay. It was a good one too. The constant soft beeps are soothing. I don't know how long I've been dead, but I feel like I want to open my eyes, ready to take on the afterlife.

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

The technical distinction placed there to make the unbearable sound like filing. There is no lie. It means exactly what it says. That precision is the point. LUS is not dying. It is finishing. A thing designed for a purpose, reaching the far edge of that purpose, stopping the way a sentence stops when there is nothing left to add. Not interrupted. Concluded. Maya suspects this is intended to comfort her. It does not. She cannot immediately explain why. Then she understands. Death is something that happens to a person. Completion is something a thing does. The difference is the difference between losing LUS and watching it decide that it is done.

The moment my consciousness left my body, I felt very, very light. I floated in mid-air. Seeing the stiff body on the bed, I sighed. So the soul really does leave the body after death. I passed through the wall and finally left the small room. Lunch was set on the table, with three sets of tableware. My mother had cooked the food, my father was serving it, and my sister was sitting at the table, waiting. I also sat in my seat.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.