in wherever works for you
I know this seems kind of strange, and this really shouldn’t be happening.
I didn’t know it would happen, myself. I’m just writing about it so other people can understand. So they don’t freak out.
Listen to me. I’m babbling, seriously. I’ve got to get to the point. Otherwise there would be no point.
Okay, here it is:
There is somewhere you go when you die.
It’s just a little different than what you might be expecting. I should know. I’m in that place right now.
I’d say that I live there, except I’m not really alive.
That’s right. You heard me.
I’m dead.
(Sorry about the really short chapter, I'm just trying out this idea. Tell me what you think!)
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Really good idea, nut don't
Really good idea, nut don't make it unbareably diary like and chatty or it will ruin it! Once again this is a great idea!
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