Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

It was time to let go. She forced her head up to look one last time at her father. She tried to comfort herself with the fact that her family was at least going to have a proper burial. Finally after days in the cold. She shuddered. “Don’t say your goodbyes as if you are never going to see them again,” Bernard said. “We, the living, can never truly say goodbye. Because they are forever in our hearts and deep down we know it’s not the end. No matter how cruel death can be, it’s also a mercy in its own way. After death, there is always life. That’s the way of the world, it’s a loop, not a straight line that starts with life and ends with death. Remember, life always comes after death. There is

Full of life. That's the real story. Not death. Not tragedy. Not impossible soul transference. Just life. Beautiful, messy, ordinary, extraordinary life. Finally. Completely. Forever. New beginning. Every day. Every moment. Every choice. New beginning. Always.

If it happens, deal with it, but for the first time, I want to run. Ever since birth, people have been marching towards death. Some march slow, while some advance fast. Nothing is similar, nothing is equal, and nothing lasts. The only connection between humans is the end, an eternal sleep at the end of the march. I want to race towards that finish line. Basically, I want to die. |...|

"I don't work for this world anymore, Julian. This world is closed. The ledger for Earth was finalized an hour ago. Every soul has been accounted for and moved to the next Great Cycle." "But I'm still here!" "You aren't," Death says, and for the first time, I see a flicker of pity in his eyes. "In the eyes of the universe, you were settled centuries ago. You are a rounding error. A ghost in the machine. I cannot take what is already recorded as gone." He begins to fade into the mist. "Wait!" I shriek, dragging myself toward him. "What happens to me? What do I do?" His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, a final, fading whisper.

Laura - Alive The world is teeming with life and sensations I couldn’t see before. The air itself sizzles with electricity, and my skin tingles under the sun’s warmth. My heart is beating so fast that I can hear its thumping in my ears. Oh, how good it is to be alive. But then again, what is death? It’s a void, a nothingness, the absence of everything. So even though death is the ultimate lack of all existence, isn’t it also a state where we are given a chance to start anew?

He killed me. All things that have life will eventually wither away — that is the fundamental truth of life. We will all wither away and die sometime in the future. After we have fought the wars, faced the trials and tribulations, overcome the challenges, we all will die at the end. After pushing through the hurdles of our youth and adulthood, after trying our hardest to stay alive and survive till the next day, we will all still die at the end. This just tells us that all is vanity.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

He asked. "You bet. I literally feel like punching you in the face" I said.He chuckled as we kept walking through the meadow. The wind blew and ruffled the stalks of plants in the meadow creating a swishing sound. . "You have a right to feel so" he said, "But I also have a reason to smile" he said. "Even in these circumstances? " I asked. "Especially in these circumstances" he said, "You see death is nothing more than a little transition similar to a child losing his first set of teeth. It's painful at first but you later grow to realize that it was necessary to begin with" he said.

The only thing left in my body is my spirit, because I'm not dead yet. “3” “Dora!” Lazarus’s voice echoes in my head. “One has to die.” “Rig-ht…” I repeat weakly. “One - has - to - die…” “And that's not fucking me!”

A language only the dead remembered. These were my people now. Rot and ruin. I used to fear death. Then I lost the luxury of fearing it. Eternal death. It’s a concept I no longer believe in. And maybe that’s the problem. Because if you stop believing in endings, you start doing dangerous things just to feel something close. That’s why I came here. That’s why I kept coming back. The hunger hadn’t gone away. It had only changed shape. And then I smelled it. Her.