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Submitted to Contest #64
I died in an accident. And it cost me a lifetime to discover the true meaning of this natural occurrence, of death. What I realized when I died was this: there is no such thing as demise. Later, after much thought, the word ‘realized’ didn’t swathe the exact meaning I was looking for. I had a sharp inclination to use the word remembered, instead. For I had lived and died many times. And this too, I remembered in death. The real wonder of the world is not death, but why we forget in the moment of life. … I landed in a body in Englan...
Submitted to Contest #63
Six months and three days ago, I visited 1920. It was the day they said I killed the boy. He was quite a cunning boy to tell you. He wanted to kill me, to ‘preserve us in the afterlife’.How they found him dead, how he was flung with a gushing chest, pouring red onto the orange leaves remains a mystery to me. He lay there atop the fiery mosaic of leaves and blood. It surprised me to see him in solid form; he used to look as misty as a ghost. He told me he was already dead, killed in an accident on apple picking day, September 26th, 1920.A hun...
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