*Piece of story* "It was raining the night I officially died, I know, it sounds awfully cliché like some garbage Hollywood movie that has no real plot but oodles of special effects. Unfortunately for me that’s the long and the short of it, maybe it was just my time. I was never a religious man, too busy with the task at hand to worry about heaven or hell but I, like everyone else, always wondered what happened. Was there a heaven? Did the big bearded guy upstairs stop in for a chat? Did anything happen at all? Maybe you just lay where you happen to fall, unable to move, staring out your eye holes until someone comes along, pushes your eyelids shut and seals you in darkness forever. I was praying not to go the way I did, I think all of us survivors were praying not to go the way I did, but how often does the man upstairs answer our prayers anyway?" Have fun reading :) i hope. If you like this story, please give me feedback :)
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