Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

True love lives forever – her jealous heart had helped them to discard the shells of that first lifetime, just as a snake sheds its skin, and they'd surely meet again many times over. Some threads of destiny are wound together tight as the tapestry of the world. The end is just the beginning. We all have a million paths, an infinity of beginnings. All she'd done was play her part. As I will. And as you will, too. Silence. My gran watches me, as if waiting for a reaction. I bite down on my lip. My eyes prickle with tears. I didn't totally understand all the stuff at the end of the story, but I did understand that both of the main characters freaking died.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

Death. Something I never feared of. But at that moment, for the first time, I got scared. I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his — my uncle. Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we’d just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

"nique-" A warm sensation embraced my body. A heard a voice in the distance. Ahh... So this is death huh....... I thought it would be worse... But this is actually quite nice... "minique, wake up!" The voice was getting closer, I also heard steps approaching. Death... Is that you? Are you coming for my soul?... Well, I guess it was nice while it lasted... Time to be part of the eternal nothingness of space... Man... Who would think that death would sound like a little girl... The universe sure is weird...

Sam went pale and I shook my head. “A, you can’t just up and say shit like that.” She shrugged. “Why not? It’s true. I’m not going to sugar coat it for you pansies.” Aelia took a sip. “Death is as much as part of our lives as life is. We are in a circle. I was born from the goddess and I will return to her. If we are so ready to celebrate a life entering this world, then we need to also celebrate one’s leaving it.”

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.

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”