Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

I'm dead. Really dead. Finally dead. Completely dead. No resurrection. No return. No coming back. Just dead. But I'm conscious. Aware. Existing. Somewhere. Somehow. In the After. The True After. The place beyond everything. "Hello, Aurora." Death greets me. The same Death I met before. "Welcome back. You chose me. Really chose me. Finally chose me. No tricks. No resurrections. No escapes. Just death. Real death. Forever death."

Mel remained still as a statue, a sweet aftertaste of the drink lingering in her mouth, along with a tingling sensation on her tongue and across her lips. Contrary to her expectations, the old man and young girl seemed unfazed by what had just transpired between them, and the old man announced in a low voice, “The earth now accepts you as one.” There was a monstrous cheer from behind the curtains, along with the heightened rise of music, and Mel jumped out of her skin, darting out of her trance. The old man eyed Mel, a pleasant look in his eyes, “Welcome to Grime, Mel Beowulf.”

I heard Dylan calling me but I wanted to start and end this celebration as quickly as possible. This cafe was familiar to me. I was there once with Mia and Jeremy. It was called Daisy. This cafe was purple and pink. I liked the style but it was painted in too vibranr colours as for me. I sat near Mia and then Dylan came and took a seat next to me. Raf sat near Lincoln. “I want to wash my hands. Who is coming with me?” Lincoln said. Mia and Dylan got up with Lincoln and they went to the bathroom. Great, Raf and I were left alone.

Groaning, Zen did not want to wake up. He was starting to get familiar with this smell, sound and feel. There was no other place that would give him such a peaceful vibe after that horrific death. “Welcome back, Zen. Did you rest well?” Father Clarence’s gentle voice drifted to his ear, and the young chef sighed. There was no use pretending to be dead when the clergyman was here already. “Sorry about that,” Zen apologised as he crawled out from his respawn coffin. “I’m alright.”

"No one's home." "Funny sis, funny." Now Damien walked in. "So tell me, what was near death like?" Ally blinked, the memory a bit hazy. "Uh, I remember a place called Purgatory, and Kali. But other than that, I don't remember much." "You know, they say that you remember everything you did before you die," Damien leaned on the door way. "Yeah, I believe they call it life," Ally retorted, making Salax laugh.

Some say maybe they went to their relative's place, but no one knows where their relative is because they have been known to be closed to residents. Only Alif was left sadly left by Kumara. With an empty soul and not much martial arts knowledge, Alif returns to Jakarta. After that, the shadow became dim. Alif wakes up in his room and is dizzy. Screams are not clear while chanting verses of the Al Qur'an can be heard chanting. Black hole. Light is back. Enter the white light. The white light disappeared. Alif realized that he was still in the restaurant where the company gala dinner was being held. And there was Kumara in front of him.

I wait until she leaves before answering my phone. I see that it is a message from my Beta. Rollings: Christian, Alpha and I are heading to Helio to check out the gym there to see if we want to buy it for our program. Christian: Roger that Beta. Oh, if either of you get hungry there is a nice little diner, just don't eat the Jalapeño Poppers. The name of the diner is Mo's House. Please let Alpha know that we are on the road again. I will let you know when we reach the pack.

After about ten minutes more he cursed, snapped the phone shut and stuffed it into his pocket, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. He looked up to scan the highway again and this time saw what looked like an old, run-down diner on the other side: a vintage roadside joint, a trailer mounted on a cinderblock foundation. Above the diner, an old florescent light flickered Al’s Eats.The place blazed hospitable light; offering him a sliver of hope, but also the slightest touch of dread. Because he saw no one inside. Nor did he see any vehicles parked outside. He supposed some could be parked out back, but even so . . . despite the light streaming from its windows, the place seemed emp

Dana POV: Hymar And Lori Are In Los Angeles No, Alex doesn't seem to notice Fenton. As we push open the glass doors of the diner, the bell chiming loudly above us, it becomes obvious to me that the musician crew from the parking lot has the exact same post-concert craving.

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.