I'm going to write a part II to this story:
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
You had committed suicide, and that’s when you met me.
You stood up, and a look of horror overcame your face.
"Oh no. I'm still alive," you said, shaking slightly.
"You never really died," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "This place is that fucking 'Egg' story, isn't it?"
I had heard you talk about religions before, but to hear you refer to this place as the 'egg,' when I had repeated it to you so often was so strange that it caugh tme off guard. After a moment's pause, you started to run.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.