Romans & histoires I'm Not Dead Yet Meme

Well… Your funeral, not mine.

It was taken from here and just a few minutes back. There was a simple message beneath the image. "Did you miss me, or were you happy thinking I was dead"

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

Meme asks. “We were official last week, Loyalty just needed a moment to catch up”, he deadpans. I dropped my mouth open in shock and Meme burst into laughter at my reaction. “Close your mouth, baby girl, before I'm tempted to put something in there, and I don’t care who is here to see it”. I snap my mouth shut and Meme laughs even harder until she starts choking. “Not funny Meme”, I barked at her as I headed back out of the bathroom to sit on the bed, followed by them.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

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I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

“Miss me?” Fuck, I'm dead.

I am dead…. ****