Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

How ironic. My vision grew blurry for a moment. As I gazed into the distance, I thought I saw a familiar figure standing at the edge of the cemetery. When I tried to look again, I could only see the lines of trees there. My mouth twisted into a cynical smile. There was no helping it. I could not possibly be banking on others to seek justice for me when even my biological parents did not care about what happened to me. I thought I would disappear for good after the burial, but that did not happen. Somehow, I was still stuck with Brenda.

The hematoma expands within the skull and presses on the brain, causing her death. Humans don't get to live forever, but their legacy and what they did in their lifetime will. They may be not able to bring all the richness in the world and their precious possession in the afterlife, but their hatred, sorrows, vengeance, misery, despair, and unfinished business from the living will haunt them in perpetuity. Death may be inevitable, but it's not the end. It's the beginning of a new life that can either bring peace and serenity to our spirit or abomination and damnation far worse than death itself.

I lift my gaze to the sky and let my power stretch, tasting the distant panic of cities realizing their wards are gone, their gods silent, their prayers unanswered. “No more anchors,” I whisper. “No more bonds.” Only endings. The game is almost over. And this time— Everyone dies.

And to think it all started watching a funeral …. My death ended up being my entire life. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. THE END!!!! Thanks for reading!!

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

I nodded, clinging tighter, my screams echoing silently in my mind. Death, they say, is inevitable…. But in some happenstances, we embrace this cold but relieving indomitable. Sensualizing its finality and basking in its advances. For the taken, death is bliss. For the left behind, death is loss. Thank you all…. This episode is dedicated to my dad… may his soul rest in peace…. It’s my life experience and how I felt.

“Remember that death is not the end of me. It’s my beginning. I will haunt you even in your dreams.” Those were my last words before darkness devoured my mind and I no longer felt physical pain.

Our family is our refuge, and they can accept and understand you no matter what. "I heard that Ms. Quinn died in an accident. How did you feel back then? If you leave this world, your family will feel the same thing you felt back then. "This world may not be perfect, but as long as you're alive, you'll bring hope and happiness to the people around you. "You're so young, and you're not even afraid of death. Why would you be afraid to live?" Sean stared at the green waves of grass rolling outside. Only he was privy to his own thoughts as he mumbled, "Yes, I don't even fear death, so what would I be scared of? I just…"

I laughed through my tears. You deserve it. Cassian carried him. Our daughters walked beside us. Our other son stayed close. The Beginning looked toward the peaceful sky. The End stood beside it. Is it finally over? I asked. The Beginning smiled. For the first time... I think it is. I looked at my family. Four children. One husband. One mother returned from the dead. A boy who had once been nothing. And a universe that had finally learned how to live. We started walking home.