Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

But there was no medicine for regret. "Alessia, I hope we never meet again in the next life." He stood up and looked at the grave one last time. "Find someone who will cherish you and live a peaceful life." The sun was setting. He turned and walked away. His shadow stretched long behind him. I watched his back as my form slowly scattered into the wind. Salvatore was alive, but he was suffering more than the dead. The rest of his life would be a prison without walls. That was the greatest punishment he could ever receive.

Hazel lowered her gaze to the bowl of cereal in front of her. Then she looked up. "Yesterday, Grandpa said Uncle Dante had passed away." Peter, who had just walked into the dining room, stopped in his tracks. Aurora nodded gently. "That's right." Hazel asked another question. "If someone has died..." She paused for a moment. "...where do they live?" The room fell silent. Darius and Aurora exchanged glances. It was such a simple question. Yet it wasn't easy to answer. Aurora pulled her chair closer to Hazel.

Afternoon sunlight spilled across the floor, catching dust motes in the air, turning everything golden. I breathed in deeply. Working again really did feel right. Allen drummed his fingers on the counter. “So what’s next? You thinking about adding new items to the menu? Revamping the diner? Maybe a milkshake machine that doesn’t sound like it’s dying?” “It is not dying,” I argued. “It has character.” “It screams like a dying goat,” Joe deadpanned. I guess he wasn’t always the mature one. Patty snorted so hard she slapped the counter.

Alex still looked unconvinced, so I added, “I ate it and I'm here, still speaking with you.” Alex scoffed. “Fine. But if I die from food poisoning, my spirit won’t rest until I get revenge.” I ignored him and told Brian to head to the restaurant. A few minutes later, Brian pulled up in front of a small but fancy restaurant. A red plaque above the entrance read Triple A’s Kitchen, glowing under colorful lights. Alex frowned. “The name alone isn’t convincing.” “Brian,” I said dryly, “I’m not fighting off vengeful ghosts tonight. Get food only for you and me. Alex can eat at the hotel.”

'I've never seen you here before, do you work here? 'Yes'. 'Are you new?'. 'Yes'. 'Did you loose the chicken intentionally to scare me?'. 'Yes'. She looked taken aback. 'You did it intentionally?'. 'Yes'. 'Get the hell away from here'. 'OK'. I turned on my heels. 'Wait, come back'. She called and I turned. 'Aren't you going to punish her'. She said to senator. What was his name again.... Yes...Drenthe. Senator Drenthe.

After they left the gallery, Nate told Aurora that he was taking he out to dinner, as Aurora took a good look at their casual clothing she suggested to Nate that they go back home to change telling him that they would look ridiculous dressed like that in a restaurant, but Nate just shrugged her off. To say Aurora was surprised when Nate pulled up in front of a small diner was an understatement, she certainly didn't expect Nate to frequent that kind of establishment, the name of the diner was Lovely, it was written in red letters on the rickety sign in front of the old looking building.

She spent the majority of her time watching illegal musical bootlegs online while eating an unhealthy amount of junk food. While Alice was watching Hamilton for the fifteenth time, her phone started flashing. She lazily grabbed it with her right hand and stared down at her phone screen. Lauren was phoning her. Alice's finger jabbed the accept button without hesitation. She lifted the phone to her ear, smiling at the sound of Lauren's high pitched giggle. "Alice!" She squealed, "It's been so long! How are you!" "Lauren!" exclaimed Alice, her enthusiasm intertwining with her tone. "It's so good to hear from you again!"

She pulls out two plates and starts piling them with pork chops, mac and cheese, green beans, and a dinner roll. “Dang Sam, I didn’t know you cooked like this on show nights.” “Especially on show nights so I can just scarf it down when I finally get off.” With a full belly and a sober mind, I make the trip home. I pull up next to the black Honda Ridgeback in my driveway. My belly does a little flop as I put the car in park and see a very unhappy looking Zain in my driveway.

After circling another empty street, Dad pulled over and sat in silence with both hands on the steering wheel. "Call the police," Mom said at last. The words barely came out. Dad nodded and picked up his phone. Before he could dial, the screen lit up. The ringtone exploded through the quiet car, sharp enough to make the heart jump. Dad glanced at the unknown number and answered impatiently. "Hello?" I drifted closer and heard a calm male voice from the other end. "Are you Lily Bennett's parents? This is Mercy General Hospital."