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"Tests? What tests?" I don’t bother asking aloud. What’s the point, if he’s still going to hear my thoughts anyway? “To determine your continued existence in the mortal world, or your passing into the afterlife, the transition realm has a series of tests – obstacles, if you will – which every soul must overcome.” So I went from failing a test, to having to go through another one, which supposedly determines if I live? How the hell did this become my life?

She took out a dagger. Blood was seen everywhere. Before Lori fell, she reached out to touch my tombstone. "Don't be afraid, Chad. I'm coming to see you." When Lori died, I saw a white flash of light. I found myself in the nether world. The nether world guards brought me to face the ruler of the nether world. As I had lived a good life, he arranged for me to be reincarnated into a good family as compensation. I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?"

[In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Don't Want To Die] The aspect ratio changed. I was holding the phone to record myself this time. The background was completely dark. No lights on. I sat by the window. No more jokes, no more smiles. My eyes were red. Tears kept falling. I had my hand over my mouth, fingers trembling as I stared into the camera. "What do you think the world looks like after we die? I can't even bring myself to ask William. I'm afraid… afraid that once I do—" My voice caught.

" She brushed her hair back and smiled faintly. Three people in my family had died one after another. The police could no longer treat it as an ordinary case. Reporters swarmed the story, and before long, the entire country was talking about it. Everyone wanted to know the same thing: What exactly had my little brother said before he died? Crowds of journalists camped outside our home day and night, all hoping to get an interview with my mother. However, she refused to see anyone. She stayed shut inside the house, holding our family photo album for hours at a time, sitting there in silence day after day. Then, on the seventh day after my father's death, the police recovered his body from the

Cassian Silence after death feels like something you can touch. It's like thick velvet pressing against the broken sanctuary settling into the cracks of stone and the mouths of broken saints. Even the wind doesn't want to come in. The altar is split down the middle marble cracked by age and violence and on it lies the woman I should have left to die. Selene doesn't move. Blood has dried in a line on her throat where my teeth pierced her skin. A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience.

After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer. … Three days later, the hospital called me, and that was when I learned June had jumped to her death. Before she died, she had left behind a note filled with apologies. In it, she begged me that after her death, I would bury her in the land she once loved most. I helped handle her funeral arrangements. After the cremation, I carried her ashes all the way back to the desert. There, I scattered June's ashes across the endless stretch of barren earth. This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I coul

Now, I need to find the precise spot for access to this passage. I moved my body and looked under the bed. There, I saw some patterns that whittled on it. Crawling, I reached the place and I don't know but it prick my interest when I saw a riddle written on it. Use your brain, Xiomara. Analyze things. My lips formed into a thin line. "What is greater than God, but eviler than the devil. The rich need it, but the poor already have it. If you eat it, you will die." I loudly read.

Becuase you wanted to live life for even a month, before going back to surviving again' She sucked the air in and sat up straight before exhaling it heavily. It was right! She was just surviving after the death of Ms Amelia. She didn't wanted to be happy as she was afraid of happiness. She was afraid that with every happy moment, there will be tragedy and the tragedy was what scared her, even now. She was scared of life! She scared that she will get used to living it and then when she will be again pushed to the edge of survival, she won't be able to do it. She had barely managed to survive after Ms Amelia. She picked the pillow from her lap and placed it back down against the headboard of h

She denied, taking my hand in hers. —I believe that there is a life after death... without getting into debates about religion. However, I like to think that when I die I will be surrounded by the people who left before and, well, that... that there will be no more pain," I confessed, feeling exposed. I had never been this kind of intimate with anyone; not to tell my thoughts about how I saw life after death. "Yeah, I like that," Chels agreed, turning her face to see me. I mimicked her position, ending up in front of her. Maybe there I can remember you and love you without fear of forgetting you. Can you imagine? she asked excitedly.

I was just waiting for my death, that was the end of me, dead in a little busy street, with no hope of being found. But suddenly in the dark something caught my eye, someone was behind my stalker, someone who seemed to belong to the night world, his claws were sharp and his fangs ready to attack, and with one movement his hand crossed his body making it fall right next to me, I couldn't observe anything anymore, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer, my last memory was of being held in my arms by the person who saved my life and that's when my eyes they went through the dark.