Death Is Only The Beginning Novels & Stories

"Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken." In my previous life, my grandmother, who'd spent her days quietly in the countryside, somehow found out my death. She mourned for a long time, fell ill, and her health never recovered. She passed away not long after. As soon as I got off the bus, she hurried over and took the luggage from my hands. "Come on," she said cheerfully. "Let's go home. The lemonade fried chicken is ready." The small house wasn't much to look at, but it held every piece of my childhood.

Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth. 'Oh… You know, God is great, perfect and full of love! The idea that when one dies, he stays in the grave, the end of his existence, his consciousness is appalling, terrible. It’s a great thing that life continues.’ Her eyes held his lovingly, happiness beating in her chest.

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!”

There was a newly found sense of peace that I hadn't felt in years. Today, Salvatore would become my husband, and I would leave behind the shadows of my past. Today I completely move on and start a new life. Adriano is dead. And so is Dante. My biological father who tried to trick me is also dead. I have dealt with enough problems in my life now. And today I am setting myself free. These deaths have been a turning point in my life. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders, allowing me to breathe freely again.

Death would be a mercy. But destiny has other plans.

'i laugh hysterically alongside tears. When to part, to meet again! become to meet no more! To one death is an ene, to another it is the beginning. Death calls upon many things when it visits! more prominent sorrows to loved ones, but to Keana? It beckoned more than just that. It was the beginning of the discovery of herself in full exposure. The awakening of her might within beside friends and foes.

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

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!!

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. |...|