The Afterlife Narrative

The deathly jerk caused by the huge impact of my car hitting an oncoming truck, causing my neck to stop but my inner contents to carry on running forwards, as if there was still a tomorrow to run to. There wasn’t.
The violent shatter of glass, dispersing into thousands of different pieces, each so individual. The size, the shape, the thickness, and there was no one to judge them for what they have become. It was like there was a barrier between the outside world and me, and with one moment of impact the hardened sand that was once a windscreen shatters to let me be part of it, it being the after-life. Each fragment of glass, each dismantled piece of metal, each memory that’s now lost piercing into my fearful, distressed body, breaking through my skin and stabbing into my fresh, bright red flesh, leaving me completely numb. The Afterlife

There was no longer a trace of distress, ache or affliction lingering inside me. Instead, I was filled with a sense of peace, unity and neutrality. She was in front of me, I could rest my hand on her shoulder, on her face, on her being. I could feel her silky, velvet like skin. When our eyes caught up with each other and met I could tell she was

No one knows what deathly, melancholy filled hour we will be taken from this earth, taken out of the brick wall causing all to fall around you. There are some people who do, she could. She knew that moment was coming. I knew that moment was coming, because she was really just a sweet hallucination of my own death. She was sent from the afterlife to intertwine with my delicate mind, to help me create a pathway to my own death, she was my premonition. My feeling that my fate was soon to come, I was just too caught up in her sadness to