I enjoyed a good healthy trip down memory lane every now and then. Whether I got it from looking at old sketchbooks, childhood movies, or talking to family. One of my favorite ways of experiencing nostalgia was to watch home movies.
Being able to see and hear the events that I remember so fondly always brings a smile to my face, and thats what i expected this time.
This wasnt what I expected.
It started off right, first birthday's and happy memories, but then it began showing the rest of my life... Things that werent recorded. I was shocked and scared, i didnt know what was going on. I wanted to get up, but i couldnt move.
I was forced to watch my life go on in the screen. Until it started playing things i hadnt experienced yet. I closed my eyes, i didnt want to watch anymore. It was too much. I wanted to leave.
Right as i began to realize what was happening i heard the tv turn off, and the DVD eject from the player. I opened my eyes to see the very reality i dreaded. Embodied in a single person. The grim reaper.
His deep gravelly voice echoed off my walls as he spoke. "You understand now dont you? You remember. You know what i have to do now right?" I nodded solemnly, i knew what had happened. I remembered.
I died.
It was a glamorous death, not a blazing guns and glory kind of death. Just your average run of the mill kind of death. I died in a car accident. Wasn't wearing my seatbelt. Driving to fast. Went off the road and my car rolled over me.
"So whats going to happen to my soul?"
"I... Do not know. My job is to collect and reap the souls of the dead. I am allowed to show a select few the lives they would have had and the lives they did have." The grim reaper took a deep breath and let it out. "Perhaps its a final gift from the universe before your soul fades out of existence."
I closed my eyes, and even though i didnt experience the whole stereotypical feeling of being oddly at peace, infact i was bawling my eyes out, i gave the reaper the signal.
It was when i heard a new voice, one i didnt recognize before did i open my eyes. There was a doctor handing me over to a young woman. I must have been the size of a newborn for him to be able to hold me.
A new born.
I was born again.
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potentiale operum
RandomA collection of short stories and potential Masterpieces that ive written that are inspired by various things. Whether they be dreams, prompts, or even a random memory.
