Death after Life

Short Story written by Stephanie Geary

Dying is hard and dark.

Blackness surrounds me.

My body doesn’t exist now.

Only my mind remains.

Fear; I feel it.

Deep, hot and scary.

The darkness consumes me more.

I want to go back.

I want to feel alive again.

I want to feel something.

I don’t remember.

Not my name.

Not who I am. Or was.

I simply know that I have lost something.

I am lost; I am the lost.

A bright star twinkles ahead.

A star that was not noticeable until now.

It edges closer and closer.

Swirling.

Expanding.

Drawing me in.

Swallowing me whole.

And then I am born.

I am new again.

I am someone new.

A new cycle begins.