ZombieSpit96
As Above, So Below
That’s the Circle of Life. Corpses make great fertilizer. When I die I want to be buried where the flowers will grow.

Maybe my body can give back to the world more than I ever could.
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That’s the Circle of Life. Corpses make great fertilizer. When I die I want to be buried where the flowers will grow.

Maybe my body can give back to the world more than I ever could.
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"What is this? Why am I here?" I asked, panicked I had woke up in a place unfamiliar to me. Something felt off, well everything felt off. Nothing was right. I wasn't in my bed like I last remember. Instead I was in a Plain Room. A room that consisted of a bed, a TV and a closet door. There was a window, and that's where I went to first. I peered out to see nothingness, it was a void. Now I know I'm in a dream.

"I bet you would like to know. I can answer that." A deep voice beckoned from behind. I turned around swiftly and readied my hands for a fight. "Easy now, I'm not here to hurt you." It said. Dressed in a suit was a skeleton. Decked out in a tux and a bow-tie wrapped around it's collar. All I could do now was just look and listen. "Don't be afraid, is something I would say except that normally never works for those who are in the state of passing away." It said.

Passing away? "Am I dying? What do you mean by passing away?" I asked, my voice becoming more hostile. Entering a state of worry. "You answered your own question. I'm here to help you through the process." It said, calmly. "So you're the Grim Reaper basically?" I repeated for clarification. It nodded at me. "Yep. You're dying, but luckily for you I'm here to make it a peaceful death."

As he began to explain the process I could only listen, and ask questions here and there. Questions such as where will I go? Will I still carry on? Is there a God or an Afterlife? All in which he seemed more than happy to answer. We sat there hour after hour of the skeleton catering to my curiosity and my worried state. Sometimes we would even talk about random things for the sake of passing the time. Almost as if he was an old friend.

Eventually it was back to business and his voice grew cold again. "Well, it's about time for us to depart." He looked at the door, as what resembled a train was peering out of the bedroom window, heading our way. "What happens once I get on that train?" I asked. All he could do was look and nod his head. "It all ends. Eventually every living being has to board the train, and carry on to wherever the tracks take them."

"Is it bad I feel afraid even though I shouldn't be feeling at all?" I asked him. It chuckled at me. I think that is the first time I managed to make him laugh throughout the entire time he's been here with me. "There's nothing wrong with dying, sweet one. You were a writer once, were you not?" It began to laugh at me. "All good stories eventually come to an end." The door finally opened. This was it. It was over. All of it. I'll never see my family, or my girlfriend ever again. It's all gone. I'm gone. I can't even imagine what they're feeling. Do they miss me? Will they even realize I'm gone? Will I be forgotten after this? Was I ever real to begin with? As I was thinking all these thoughts the train got closer, closer, and even closer. The door remained opened as the train had finally reached it's destination. Me.

"Well, off we go. Don't worry. It's not as bad as you think it is. Nothing is certain but Death and Taxes." He joked. I turned to him one last time. I thanked him for everything, and all he could say was "It's just my job.". This was it.

I wonder if my parents would follow through with that? I never wanted anything big. I didn't think I would deserve one big funeral. Just something I never wanted. I wanted my body to be planted into the ground to serve as fertilizer so the flowers can grow and blossom. Give in death what I couldn't in life.

"Well, off we go." It said as the train door opened. I looked at him one last time before the end of my everything with only one last question in mind.

"Any advice?" I asked.

"I guess... I would just hope that my last thought is a good one." He said.
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Jep
Jul 5 @ 8:48pm 
She began talking about dreams, hopes, pets, loves, jobs, music, art, movies; anything to pass the inevitable and to have someone hear her life story. When she was done and had closed the last page of her tale, she turned to the Reaper and thanked him, for she could see that he was not a harbinger of death, but a keeper of life, one who would never forget. As she looked at his face, expecting a skeleton like earthly depictions portrayed, she was met instead with a human face, tears streaming down his cheeks. She nodded, and the cloaked figure's scythe fell in one swift sweep. The next person appeared, just as confused, to continue the Grim Reaper's burden of duty.
Jep
Jul 5 @ 8:48pm 
I'm replying to what you sent in my comments. Your story actually reminded me of one of mine that I wrote. I lost the writing as it was physical in a journal I had long ago but it was essentially: A person found themselves in an empty field they did not recognize, only to see the peaceful background darkened by a cloaked figure, as Death stood and stared. No words were uttered for the first few moments, but she knew what his cloak and scythe represented. She began to scream and shout and fight and run, always seeing Death nearby no matter how far she would run or how many strands of long grass she would brush against. Eventually, she saw the fruitlessness of running and sat, exhausted, Death as close as he ever was. She began to talk with the same venom as before, but as her breath escaped her lungs, the venom drained away from her speech, and she realized that she had a witness to her life.
Jep
Jul 4 @ 11:23pm 
+rep nice to be on the survivors side with them and open their steam just to read a cool story. You were really good against the Jason, and an even better writer! I would love to share some short stories w/ you sometime. :)
Mizorum
Jun 15 @ 12:52am 
Kinda surprised you even do, with how forgettable I was/still am.

Can't make any promises now-a-days, but I can atleast try too.
Mizorum
Jan 19, 2025 @ 4:56am 
Ooh it's been so long, besides my fading memory and aching body. I'm doin' quite alright! I hope the same could be said for you. ( The doin' well bit anyway. )
Mizorum
Jul 5, 2022 @ 8:13pm 
Doin' a damn Friendslist check up from my comments. Yeah I see that Cloudy Moon Resort Screenshot. Hope you're doin' okay.