After Death Academy-A Super Short Blog Story

I wrote this super short story as the beginning of a project that ended up falling through. I might pick this one up later on when I have time, because Noah was such a fun character to write for such a short period of time, or maybe I’ll just add on to this one in other blog posts when I have the time. I hope you enjoy After Death Academy, a place to go for a second chance at life while taking away someone else’s only chance.


After Death AcademyAfter Death Academy

The last ten seconds of my life, summed up in five words, will be forever etched into the stone placard marking my grave near the tallest palm tree of the Eternal Life Cemetery.

Noah Ryan Thomas

Brave. Selfless. Gone too soon.

The five stupid words are the reason I’m also not enjoying my afterlife, partying it up with all the people who died before me. During those last ten seconds, as I watched the Dodge Ram swerve in the direction I was jumping, I knew I’d get hurt, but I had no idea the force would shoot my soul straight from my body into what I can only describe as an otherworldly dimension that lacked the clouds and pearly gates I assumed awaited me.

But, what people say about dying, you know, with the bright light and harmonious voices—that part was true. Unfortunately, the bright light wasn’t the tunnel to Heaven, but a bare light bulb in a boring white room. As soon as my ears stopped ringing, the voices turned nasally and more annoying than my grandmother trying to sing her favorite song on my little sister’s karaoke machine after spending the evening smoking a pack of cigarettes with Earl, my recently widowed next-door neighbor. Those voices belonged to the After Death Recruiters, who were expecting my arrival.

A woman with white, curly hair, tightened her black robe at her lumpy waist and offered me a sad smile. Without a word, she pointed to the sign hanging on the wall behind her.

We believe in second chances.

Are you brave?

Are you selfless?

Did you die a heroic death?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, the After Death Academy and Grim Reaper Next Life Learning Program is for you.

I remember laughing, staring at the recruiters like someone was playing a serious joke on me. How the heck was I, a sixteen year old junior at Quinn Baker Prep, even remotely qualified for a position I thought to be based on myth?

Looking back at the day of my death, I should’ve asked a few more questions. Instead, I nodded yes, and with a wave of her scythe, the recruiter teleported me into the administration office of After Death Academy, and it’s where I’ve been sitting for days, waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on.

The clock on the wall strikes twelve for the eighth time since my arrival, and a woman in a black robe flies into the waiting room. She looks at her clipboard and then to me.

“Welcome, Noah. Sorry I’ve kept you waiting,” she says. “I’m Ms. Josette, the head mistress of the academy. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

I push up from the chair, wobbling on my legs from the lack of sensation. I guess death does that to you. “Am I being punished?”

She tilts her head to the side for a moment before shaking her head. “No, definitely not. You’re being rewarded. Because of you, Gillian Kingston gets to live a long, fulfilling life.”

She’s talking about the kid I pushed out of the street when I saw the truck run the stop sign. I didn’t know who she was, but I was walking home late from school because of the unfair detention Mr. Peters had given me for speaking my mind. All the girl had to do was look up from tying her shoe, and I’d have never been in this mess.

I rock on my heels. “I’m a little confused. Those people—”

“The recruiters,” she says, interrupting.

“Yeah, them. They pointed at a sign about second chances.”

She beams a smile and pulls a stack of papers from her clipboard. “At the After Death Academy, we offer second chances to live again after successfully collecting the souls from your list before someone else does.”

My eyebrows knit together. “Huh? Who?”

She lifts and drops her shoulders. “No need to worry about that now. Everything is in the packet. Read up, Mr. Thomas.”

And with the wave of her scythe, the world shifts, and I disappear.


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know in the comments, and I might just continue on.

XOXO,

Ginna

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Eternal Sisters: A Super Short Blog Story

The first unpublished novel I had ever written was a vampire novel. It’ll never, ever see the light of day. While I loved my novel, I cringe trying to read it now. No amount of rewriting could save it. It was THAT bad. But, after writing the novel, I still loved writing vampires and couldn’t get this scene out of my mind. This short story, titled Eternal Sisters, is from 2005. It’s been edited only by me, so please excuse any typos.


 

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Eternal Sisters

 

“Melody?” My sister’s familiar voice echoes through my room.

I close my eyes and cover my ears, lightly humming to myself to push the familiar voice away. After four months, I thought the hallucinations would stop. My doctor says the voices are stress induced and that over time, they will fade. The problem is that they haven’t. It is no longer just her voice that haunts me.

Slowly uncovering my ears, I peek through my eyelashes to see if I’m still imagining things. I search my room and spot my sister perching on my window seat. Her short, cinnamon brown hair curls around her chin and her blue eyes appear a shade lighter than I remember. She grins a toothy smile at me and pats the spot next to her.

“Come on, Melody. You can’t ignore me forever.”

I keep my back facing her and take slow breaths. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” I chant the words like a mantra, like they’ll somehow bring me back to reality.

A peel of laughter screeches from behind me, and the hairs on my arms rise as fear creeps into my heart. If River were really here, I wouldn’t be so afraid of her. My heart wouldn’t threaten to crash through my ribcage, and I’d be so relieved. But she’s not here. This is a living nightmare created by my own mind.

I turn my head and gaze over my shoulder. I freeze as River’s icy stare catches mine, and I find myself unable to look away.

“You are not real,” I say more to myself. I already think I’m crazy. Talking to a hallucination of my sister isn’t helping me hold onto my sanity.

She twitches her index finger. “Don’t be stupid. If I’m not real, how am I here?” She giggles and throws a pillow at me.

Yup. I’m definitely going crazy. There is no way I could’ve possibly felt that pillow. A shudder rushes over me, and I kick the frilly pillow away like it’ll explode any second.

I cover my eyes. “You can’t be real. You’re dead!” I shout and start to hum to myself.

“If you would stop ignoring me, I can explain.” Her voice booms into my ear.

“I was at your funeral. You were buried.” Tears burst from my eyes as I remember the worst moment in my life. It was even more devastating than finding out River had died. I rest my face in the palms of my hands.

“Sorry about that. It had to be done. Trust me. If I could’ve just disappeared, I’d have avoided that annoying inconvenience,” my sister says. She brushes her cool fingers along my arm.

I gasp and pull myself away from her icy touch. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m not dead.”

“But you are dead.”

She laughs, reminding me of all the times we’d laughed together. I wish she wouldn’t now. I can’t stand it. “Okay. I’m a little dead.”

“What does that even mean? You’re a little dead?” I shouldn’t be talking to her. If I keep talking to her, she might never go away.

“Well, I was dead, and now I’m undead.” She giggles.

“That isn’t possible,” I say, covering my ears to help me ignore her.

River pulls my hands away from my ears and yanks me to my feet by my wrists. She lifts me six inches off the floor, and I squirm as her sharp nails dig into my skin. I hold my breath and pray that she’ll stop, and these hallucinations will go away.

But they don’t.

Her smile fades after a moment. “Melody, I want you to come with me.”

“No. Leave me alone.” I kick my legs, trying to touch the carpet below me.

“I can’t. You’re my sister.” The somber tone of my sister’s voice causes me to freeze.

She releases my wrist, and I fall to the floor. I scramble to leave my room, but River appears in front of me. She holds up her hands, palms flat, and pushes me back an inch.

She grips the front of my shirt in her hands. “Don’t make it hard on yourself. Everything will be okay. I promise. Imagine the eternity we’ll get to share.”

My sister lunges at me, and a small scream escapes my lips before she cuts it off with her hand. A flash of her perfect, pointy canines startles me, and my skin burns as she rips open the flesh on my neck.

She pulls away, stopping the burning with her cold fingers.

The reality of the situation is hard to swallow. I preferred thinking I was hallucinating. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that River stands in front of me, alive—well, sort of alive—and that she just bit me.


 

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this Super Short Blog Story!

XOXO,

Ginna

 

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