Stories On Life After Death Novels & Stories

"Dahil pag nagpasya silang kumalas, hindi na nila hawak ang kapalaran nila. They'll either cross the line of the living or the dead." "What does it mean?" hindi ko alam pero bigla nalang akong kinabahan sa sinabi niya. Line of the living or the dead. "You see, they aren't dead nor alive. They are on the thin line of those two. Kapag nakalaya sila, iilan lang ang matagumpay na mamumuhay sa kasalukuyang panahon. Yung tipong tinanggal lang ang tila sumpa sa kanila. Some may live in the present time, but their memories will be washed away. A restart to be precise. And some? They cross the line of the afterlife." mahabang paliwang niya.

Gahala's POV: 'There's still beauty after death my friend." "It was an eternal life that we have after death right Gahala?" Humming cheerfully questioned. "I don't know to humming, I'm still alive you know," I answered and smiled at her. She wiggled her wings like a kid throwing a tantrum. I laughed and held my hand for her to stand in my palm. "Yes humming, after death there was an eternal life but it was only given to those who did goods things when they're still alive," I explained and she just gigle and chirp.

He said, honestly. “Yeah..” She sighed. “I wonder. Say, hypothetically–what if, a person has already lived a life–you know, the usual, going to school, working, getting married maybe–like that. Then, let’s say the person died, leaving her family behind. But she didn’t totally disappear, her soul has inhabited a girl’s body and she was no longer in the same time as when she died anymore, she went to the past–and to a different country at that.. The thing is–she made a promise to the husband that she left behind–that they would still be together in the afterlife. So I wonder–how would they meet? Is what happened to her considered the afterlife?” Silence.

What happens after a person dies? Various religions believe that the soul of the dead would go to a certain place for judgment. However, nobody really knows the truth. Only the dead, themselves, can give the most legitimate answers. What comes after death? A question many have asked and pondered on at least once in their lives. But when they’re already one step away from death? Does the question emerge from their curious minds again? Probably not. Perhaps when they realize they only have a few seconds left---less than a minute---to lay eyes to the world and feel the air passing through their mouths and noses, their minds would begin doing an impromptu slideshow of their memories---both satis

Oh, God, why is this happening to me? I took a deep breathe and glanced at him. “I want you to wait for me and I'll find you in the afterlife.”

People always say when you're dead you won't feel a thing and all you see is a bright light leading you to the afterlife. Well... That's all a lie. When you die, you feel your spirit being disconnected with the world. You feel your life drawn from your body and you feel your self floating in the afterlife. You feel the conformation that you're dead. You don't see a thing at all. You see pure darkness you hear uninterrupted silence as you go deeper into the afterlife.

I explained to her. “I thought this trip would help you ease the pain of those haunting dreams. I think we will see your physiatrist after this trip.” “There is no need. Not to be rude but these dreams are not letting me go. Sometimes I think I am bound to them. Is it possible they are memories of past life or something?” I ask. “I don’t know, son but I believe in the afterlife. Life is weird and different, we can’t explain it properly until we live it completely.”

So I just accepted that. I sank to the floor and just sat there for a moment. Thinking about the things in life. I always wondered what would happen with me when I would be out of this world. Was there another world or universe where you could live after you died, do you meet you loved ones once again. Or was it that after you breathed out your last breath that you would be gone forever. Never see your loved once again, and never experience life again. It doesn't really matter to me, though. I don't have any loved ones to come back for.

Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim. I stepped forward.

“Noah, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you the truth about a long time ago.” His face fell, and the expression broke my heart. “What is it?” he all but whispered. I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering my courage. When I opened them again, it wasn’t easy, but somehow I managed to meet his gaze directly. “Remember that night we went out for dinner, and I told you that I’d died and come back to life?” Noah nodded slowly, realization dawning in his eyes. “Yes…” I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t joking, Noah,” I said softly. “What I said that night is true... A year and some change ago, I died and came back to life. And I can’t go another day without telling you my