The Day I Died.

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One often thinks what it would be like to be dead. One often has the wish to expierence whats after life,and still be able to live afterwards. I for one am a big fan of life. Always have been. Not a day has gone when I havent been glad to be alive. Not even the day I was first head dunked into a toilet( and yes people still do that. And yes its not enjoyable.). Unlike most people I did not expect to live a long time, just long enough to make a small fourtune and write a will to leave it all to my grey tabby Snuffles (cut me a break I was three when I named him). However I didnt expect to die before I even turned 18, rarely does anyone expect that. Least to say that I would die on the gloomy and boring day, September 15th. Quite ironic that I died today, that is to say on my birthday. I went out the day I came in. Sadly dying didnt give me the gratifying knowledge of the universe which is the least it can do, so I must say im disappointed. My life didnt flash before me eyes as i had thought it would. all that changed was time and space, and I suppose enternity is truely a realm outside of time. So when I say I died today, it could have been yesterday, or eons ago.

Oh my name is Dennis Moore, by the way.

I often speculate about the afterlife, and now that im here im not sure what to think. Is this heaven or hell? Or is this somewhere my theology can't put its finger on. Speculation about the afterlife after all is just speculation. It has always been risky,since no one has ever come back to confirm anything about it. However to make any of this very confusing speak make sense we must unravel the idiocyncracies of man aka go back to the begining of my day....

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A/N i would greatly appreciate it if you commented on what you think so far. 4 comments and I'll right the first chapter...