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.



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**NEW** Hunter’s Curse: A Destined for Dreams Short Story

Hunter's Curse Ebook by Ginna Moran

I’m excited to announce Hunter’s Curse, a prequel short story to Destined for Dreams! Hopefully it’ll hold you over as you wait for the release of Destined for Despair.

I absolutely loved writing Hunter’s Curse. Jacqueline Matthews finally decided to speak to me and let me share a story from her perspective. She’s always been my most conflicted character, even before she met Hunter and Nadia, and now you can find out why.  Hunter’s Curse reveals the events leading up to Hunter’s imprisonment and how he and Jacqueline met. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do.

Here’s the book blurb. Enjoy!

Seventeen-year-old Hunter Sullivan is the son of a doctor who is on the board of the Human Preservation Agency, an organization designed to rid the world of supernatural creatures. On the fast track to joining the ranks of the HPA’s agents when he turns eighteen, Hunter is set on spending the rest of his life fighting to protect humanity from monsters.

Jacqueline Matthews has been on the run all her life. Born a sin-eater, Jacqueline attracts bad souls and senses the wrong-doings of people. She has the ability to wipe away a person’s sins with the consequence of killing the person, but leaving their soul to die in peace. When tragedy strikes and she finds herself facing her own death, she must do everything she can to survive.

When Hunter and Jacqueline’s paths meet, both their lives are put on the line and an unthinkable bargain is made, changing their lives forever.

Hunter’s Curse is available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Apple iBooks, and Smashwords. If you loved Hunter’s Curse, feel free to leave a review online. I’d be forever grateful.

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Happy Halloween!







Take the time to gather dark inspiration from this spooky holiday! It’s a great time to step away from your current project to write a short story or scene to scare yourself or your readers. Here’s my contribution to Halloween stories.

Stolen Soul

“Let me in, Violet. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I press my ear to the rickety wooden door and listen. A guttural moan vibrates the wood against my cheek, sending an icy river of dread down my spine. My breathing is fast and labored, like I’ve been running for miles, but I haven’t left this spot in hours.

I dig my fingers into my palms. “You’re lying.”

The moan grows louder and something thuds on the door. It creaks on its hinges and I stumble and trip over the coffee table. I land hard on my back, the air knocked from my chest, and dark blue stars sparkle in my vision.

I curl my knees to my chest and smash my cheek into the cold ceramic tile. The door shudders as a heavy weight falls against it. It’s not going to last much longer. My step-brother, Chase, traded his soul to a necromancer and now he’s rotting on the porch.

“I just want to talk. Don’t make me break in.”

I cringe when the front window shatters. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Leave me alone. I have nothing to say to you. I warned you, Chase. We should’ve just let them go. I can’t save you now.”

Chase laughs. It’s lifeless, almost maniacal, and the sound punches me in the heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I lost the coin toss and the plan was to trade my freedom to bring our dead parents back, but I couldn’t go through with it. I knew my dad would understand.

But Chase, he couldn’t fathom being on our own. He tried to offer his freedom instead, but the necromancer denied him—said it was too late and she had her heart set on me. So Chase did the only thing he could think of. He offered his most valuable possession: his soul.

A rotting hand reaches through the window. Greenish-brown flesh catches on the glass and rips free. It splats on the floor and I cover my mouth with my hand as the stench of decay smothers my senses. Chase’s finger snaps when he turns the lock. The sound of cracking bone sends bile up my throat and I press my lips together and squeeze my watery eyes shut. Now’s not the time to get sick.

The door bangs against to wall and Chase hovers in the doorway. His blue eyes are glazed in milky white and his nose is hanging by a thin piece of skin. His green shirt is stained with brown fluid and a hole in the side reveals a pussy, rotting wound.

He grins, one of his front teeth missing. “You’re wrong about that, Violet. You can save me.”

I don’t move. There’s no point in running. Being a servant to the necromancer means he’ll always find me. I stare at the leather band on his wrist, identical to the one I’m wearing. “It’s too late.”

Chase pulls a dirty wad of paper from his back pocket. The skin on his broken finger catches on his bloody jeans and his finger falls to the tile next to me. He drops the crumpled paper on my lap and waits while I straighten it out.

It’s the contract I was supposed to sign before Chase traded his soul, except instead of saying freedom like it did before, it now says soul. Chase wants me to trade my soul for his.

I can’t do it. I won’t.

I shake my head. “This is my eternity you’re asking for.”

“I’m not asking.” He bends down and grabs my hand. He tugs a knife from his pocket and before I have a chance to fight him off, he slices my palm. Pain swells in my hand and I scream. Blood drips through my fingers and lands on the contract on my lap. My heart hammers and I can’t breathe. This isn’t happening. It can’t be.

My blood seeps into the paper and darkness closes around me. It’s like I’m separating in two and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. The world shifts and Chase throws me over his shoulder.

“How could you?” I whisper.

“I did what I had to, Sis. Don’t take it personally.”

My heart shatters into a million pieces as the thought of eternal servitude crosses my mind. All my hope is lost. All that’s left is the relief of the darkness closing around me.

Hope you enjoyed Stolen Soul! Have a Happy Halloween!

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