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Abode
No one can hear me crying right now. I’m all alone in the dilapidated, dusty house. My spirit is trapped here; I have nowhere else to go and nothing to do. Whimpers, sniffles, and moans echo throughout my empty abode as I wallow in my own wretchedness, my own self-hatred.
What happens when we die? Some people believe that we go to another realm, a spiritual world, if you will. A beautiful, divine paradise if you a good, or a terrible place full of pain of suffering for those whom are evil. However, who's to say that the realms of eternal peace or eternal misery are guaranteed to you? What if you have to earn your right to cross over? What would happen if you didn't earn that right? What if your spirit just remained tied to the place where you died...for all of eternity?
This is just a random drabble I've been working on in the afternoons when I am stuck on my other stories. One-shot. Enjoy.
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What happens when we die? Some people believe that we go to another realm, a spiritual world, if you will. A beautiful, divine paradise if you a good, or a terrible place full of pain of suffering for those whom are evil. However, who's to say that the realms of eternal peace or eternal misery are guaranteed to you? What if you have to earn your right to cross over? What would happen if you didn't earn that right? What if your spirit just remained tied to the place where you died...for all of eternity?
This is just a random drabble I've been working on in the afternoons when I am stuck on my other stories. One-shot. Enjoy.
On my Sparkatale.com account: http://www.sparkatale.com/books/details/1742#.U0MhJsIo-P9