Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

Becoming nothing. "Is it happening?" Elena whispers. "I think so," Mother confirms. They're watching me die like it's a show. Waiting for the finale. Father checks his watch again. "Finally." The word echoes in my failing consciousness. Finally. Like my death is convenient. Like I've been an inconvenience my entire life. And in death, I'm still just that. An inconvenience being resolved. A problem being solved. A bank account being closed. --- The beeping slows further. My vision is tunneling. Dark at the edges, closing in.

Something older than First Death, older than First Wolf, older than anything that’s manifested in this crisis. “I am the Witness of Endings,” it announces. “I existed before death was created to observe what happens when things cease. And I’m here to inform you that this entire debate is pointless.” It gestures and shows us something that makes everyone freeze. Death itself is dying. Not Original Death, not negotiable death, but the concept of death across all realities.

“You have taken lives that wasn’t yours to take.” “Beauty, let’s talk about this,” Zero begins to get up but Killer is already there. He shocks Zero with an electric Taser until he is down on the ground. And I look into Thorns eyes, pull my gun out as he lifts his and I shoot. Death, the only part of our life already predicted from the moment our fetus is formed. The how’s, when’s and where’s may vary, but we all eventually die. Death is the finale of moments, only when that moment comes it’s a lasting moment, the only moment in our lives that is meant to last.

Door. Don't look back. Stop looking back. "I always thought it was so sad when people said that death didn't just mean you dying but it meant every person you have ever been dying, the child you were when you were 5 and the teenager you had been at 16, the man you could have become at 30."

Causing more blood to flow down like a broken tap. "No. This is where you draw the line. Death is just the beginning.. " I mutter as anger as I've never felt before attacks the very core of my soul.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

In the end, I collapsed onto the small bed my parents had bought for me together when I was little and slowly closed my eyes. My tears soaked the pillow. The pain was so overwhelming that all I could do was curl into myself as I repeated the words I remembered in Mom’s voice over and over again in my head, trying to comfort myself. Go to sleep, Daisy. Once you’re asleep, it won’t hurt anymore. … Maybe heaven really heard my prayer, because when I woke up, the pain was gone. However, my body felt strangely weightless, floating in midair. I understood immediately then that I was dead, and my soul, seemingly pulled by some invisible force, drifted until I found myself beside Mom.

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

Never Again 🌷 “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and re-adjust the way you thought of things.”