Life after death

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My life was cut short. But I get to re live but in the land of the dead. 
It's be 3 months scents my death I am slowly getting use to not being among the living now I just need to figure out how I died.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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Chapter one
Mi., Nov. 27, 2024

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Chapter one
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

The New Life in the Afterlife von 29NKOOKEDRAW

(first shtick here let's see) Death, ever wonder what it feels like? What it possibly could feel if you felt the concept of nothing around you with no say in the situation...? I did, once. Someone had it worse though.

I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.

Toxicity ¥Restore and Create¥ von freakishhnightmares

My soul Is breaking everything I do I get a step further from my destination I don't know what to do anymore but create my own path and Restore my reality. I finally have a goal but I doubt I'll be able to reach it at the pace I'm going. I can't continue on alone but unfortunately, I might have to.

Screams! Thats all I could hear , as I lay on sidewalk covered in a pool of my own blood . "Am I really gonna die....like this " I said with a heavy sigh . Ive never lived a very fulfilling life but that didn't mean I wanted to die . there was so much I wanted to do , to fix . my parents don't give a shit bout me so Im probably gonna be thrown in a public cemetery. I know this is a long shot but If there is a god out there , plz just one chance , it cant end like this ....

The Dark Mysteries of the Afterlife (TDMotA) von hannahs-creations

I wake up, bleary and uncertain of where I am... only to be told multiple times by multiple creatures in my dreams, no, not dreams... my NIGHTMARES... that I am in hell. But that doesn't make sense. The last thing I remember is hitting my head. This is probably a coma nightmare. Yeah, that's all it is... ... right?

I am dead inside but I just ignore it all, until something happens. I met someone and now I need to fight with my inner demons... and discover myself.

Some people are obsessed with ghosts while some are interested but the real question is do ghosts even exists? What if you summon with a ghost? Will it be exciting or fearing? Ghost is like a mystery in this human world but we humans believe in God and then why not in ghost? If night exists so does day If lie exists so does truth If pain exists so does happiness If hate exists so does love Then why not if God exists so does ghosts do? We are excited to meet a ghost but scared to him/her meeting a ghost turns out to horrible but what if it turns beautiful? If we fall into a river we don't know where we will end up we shall let the flow take us wherever it wants,right? It may take us into hell but what if this hell turns out to heaven just for you? Wanna know what I mean by these lines? Curiousity kills brutally but heals in a beautiful way So are you curious? If yes then read my story 'Wanna Die?' I sucks at description but here I tried Story contains : Top Kook Bottom Tae Femboy bottoms [ Except girls ] No angst [ between TK ] Fantasy Paranormal activities Cover page by me Credit of videos and pictures used in the story goes to the real owner DON'T COPY MY WORK!!!!!!

A despicable incident wakes up a vengeful ghost who died from being raped strangled and buried in the woods by her boyfriend and her body was never discovered. On a certain night, something went wrong and she was released from the prison of the other-life where she was trapped after selling her soul to the devil. Now she seeks a new life for herself at the detriment of a group of teenagers, leaving a trail of death at her wake... "Shrrr..." He hushed. "Don't talk, just feel. It will feel better in a moment..." He said still focusing on getting his dick through. "...all I need is just a little penetr...." He pushed again. A sob escaped her lips as she dug her nails into his back unintentionally. When she opened her eyes, they widened as if she had suddenly remembered something. She looked up at Brent as a drop of his sweat landed on her collar bone. He was so carried away trying to penetrate her that he was not aware that she was looking at him. "Brent?" She called softly. "Hmmm?" He replied, his hand around his shaft, trying to aid his thrust. "Are you wearing a condom?" ©All Rights Reserved.

It all happened in one day. The nuclear explosion. The gas spilling out of the nuclear plant and poisoning people. The gas moving over the grave yard and the dead popping out a couple minutes later. People eating others. It's so much. I don't know if I will be able to survive.

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My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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