I felt like writing out the whole story would have take pages and pages so I broke it up into 7 story points.
1. Girl wakes up and realizes she is dead.
2. She is automatically given a task to do. She is now responsible for carrying the burdens of the living who have lost a loved one. She finds this task is not desriable and wants to find out more about these "tasks"
3. She asks other dead people she encounters and everyone tells her the same thing: you don't wanna mess with that. The man in charge rules over everything. You can't change it and you don't want to mess with him. No one knows how to reach him and no one wants to know how. No one knows how to escape. But there is talk about some spirits that disappear, and no one knows what has happened to them since.
4. She figures that if she purposely does not do her task then the guy in charge will have to call her up. So she does. And she is called. She is taken to a building where the big man resides. At the entrance to the building there is a big white glowing hallway. She asks the person next to here what that is. They say to here that any one that goes through there is never seen again. No one knows whats on the other side of that door.
5. She is taken to a room where she will meet with the guy in charge. She sits at a desk with a light shining only on her, and then a voice speaks to her. Its the man in charge. She gets lectured. She tries to negotiate with the big guy but he doesn't budge. She realizes this is going nowhere, so she gets up and makes a run for it.
6. She busts the door open and starts to run down the hall, towards the big white glowing door. People stare at her as she goes by. No one tries to stop her. She comes up to the door and goes through. Big white flash. Everything is blank.
7. Now in a hospital rooms, a mother looks at her newborn child who just happens to resemble the girl from the story.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Dream
There is such thing as life after death. But it may not be as pleasant as you might think. after death we are all given a task we must do here in the mortal world. You never leave. You never move on. this is it. You are stuck as a spirit, serving this world. At least, that's how I see it. My name is Katya, and I passed on sometime in the 8th grade. I can't remember what happened anymore. But thats not important. Not anymore anyways. Once I passed I learned the truth about the afterlife. We are all given a job to do. How its decided and who assigns it I'm not really sure. I just know one day I'm alive and the next I'm a spirit with a strong gut feeling about what I should do. You're probably wondering what my job is by now. Well its nothing gruesome or appalling. I don't haunt people or possess people. You really don't see much of that actually. Thats just stuff you living people made up. No, my job is very different from that. Its my job to bear the burden of those who have lost the ones that they love. The mother who lost her child, the husband who lost his wife, even the kid who lost their dog. The only way they can move on with their life is when I come to them and take the pain for them. I take all of their hurt and worries and hold it. Forever. So that they can move on and continue to live their lives happily. I can take the form of whatever it is that a person needs. Anything they need to help them cope. And the process doesn't happen immediately. There was this couple who lost a their child. I was their mediator through letters so they could communicate with him. Every note written was another burden laid on me. A girl lost her boyfriend. I would deliver drawings to her that he would send and she would have me draw things back to him. The burden getting heavier and heavier with each stroke. And this doesn't only apply to the ones you currently love, but the ones you could have loved too. The man who would have been my husband suffers through a lot. For him I take a human form and converse with him, but the catch is that he is the only one who can hear or see me. We never were, so no one must know. The toughest burden to bear is that of my mom's. She still hasn't let it go. Everyday I help her sort through my childhood clothes and toys. Every tear of hers that falls is another ounce of pain on me. This might all sound great to you. I can see how it can be important to help the living cope with the dead. But I can't take it anymore. To bear the worlds burdens is a terrible thing to put on someone. And I'm going to end this. I'm going to figure out who assigns these "tasks" and make it stop. I don't want to this anymore. When will it be my turn to move on?
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