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Weird Story
A writing project... I have no idea where it will go.
FictionScribe
I am a freelance writer who currently works for 451press in blogging about writing fiction at www.fictionscribe.com
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March 3, 2007
with our mutual friend, Dee, we decided on our favorite cafe for brunch. Sometimes we made it in time for breakfast, sometimes we didn't, but there was always fabulous food. (For want of a complaint, I'd say they need a different gin for their gin and tonic. They still haven't changed the brand they order. I check for my own amusement sometimes.)
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March 2, 2007
even after death could answer my question. Or, in some cases, they could, but wouldn't. We slept for a while longer before getting up for showers and the morning ritual of checking emails and forums. (He was and is a moderator on one site, and I was on staff on three sites.) After some discussion in between forums, emails, and chatting
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March 1, 2007
on his skin - along his chest and stomach. He sighed his sigh again and began tracing his fingers along my skin. We made love that morning, something I am infinitely grateful. I often wondered, after I died, if it was merely chance or the fates granting me a beautiful morning to balance out that night, but no one I met
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February 28, 2007
for granted. Beautiful, true, loving, wonderful moments. Without opening his eyes, he caressed my hair and then my face. An echo of a smile graced his lips, and I smiled as well, cuddling closer to him as his arm around me squeezed me gently. I traced my fingernails - only long because I knew he liked the sensation of them
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February 27, 2007
sigh he only sighed when he was experiencing pure pleasure. I smiled and lightly kissed him on the lips. The kind of kiss he teased me about. He called them my "light kisses" only able to be given by people of the light. Even then, among the living, I knew I was experiencing moments I should never take
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February 26, 2007
for him. Staying away from him, lacking his touch and being able to touch him, has been the hardest thing to deal with through this whole time. I touched his face that morning, running my fingertips delicately across the short hairs of his beard. He sighed the low, little sigh I loved so much; he sighed the
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February 25, 2007
also unlike popular belief says, have such a quiet peace in their form, it effects the living essence, taking away the movement - the heat. Given that, I try to stay away from him most times. Unless it's a hot day. Then, I like nothing more than being that cooling breeze which doesn't quite hit his face
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February 24, 2007
ultimate pleasure. So much so, that I have tried to lay next to him in sleep, but it usually disturbs him and makes him shiver. Unlike popular belief, the dead essence/spirit doesn't make one of the living shiver because death is something that makes you actually cold. The living shiver around us because the dead,
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February 23, 2007
that is beside the point. I woke up to the serious yet peaceful face of my fiancé, who didn't have to work that day because of a holiday. To someone who never chanced the dream of being with someone, let alone planning to get married, waking up in someone's arm was always the most
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February 22, 2007
no. I awoke not because of an alarm, but of my own body's natural rhythm. I also awoke to the sweet sight of my fiancé sleeping away. Even now, he looks so serious when he sleeps. However, he doesn't sleep as much or as well as he did when I was alive, but
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February 21, 2007
night person and was most happy to have passed on during the night hours.) Anyway, a "normal" morning that Friday would have been me waking up in the early hours because of my fiancé's alarm clock, and then drifting back to sleep until about nine a.m. when my alarm went off. Alas,
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February 20, 2007
about, but things tend to be different when you're talking about yourself instead of someone else. I would like to say the day started like any other, in true story fashion, but it really didn't. I didn't die in the morning either, which I am infinitely grateful for. (I am a
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February 19, 2007
up in conversation. Most people tend to be made uncomfortable by the subject of death, though, so I don't blame anyone for forgetting. Not that I was completely immune to the subject by any means. I was uncomfortable thinking or talking about the eventual deaths of anyone I truly cared
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February 18, 2007
eventual cause of death, but I suppose "curiosity" is a bit of a broad enough category to not be blamed. I know none of my family, friends, or others who attended my funeral thought of the claim I would happily tell anyone who asked - or if it was brought
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February 17, 2007
a lot of worries off your mind. It gives you a special kind of peace not many people know. I'd been naturally curious all my life - both a good and a terribly bad thing at times. I often found it funny that I was so attracted to the
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February 16, 2007
always knew curiosity would kill me. I always had a knowing that my endless quest to know absolutely everything about everything I had an interest in would lead to my end. Knowing, no matter if anyone believes you know, how you are going to die certainly takes
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February 15, 2007
Of course, the nature of my death wasn't exactly something to pass off and ignore. The nature of my death and the event itself is something I have yet to share, isn't it? I apologize. I tend to ramble like that. As I said before, I
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February 14, 2007
focused on the year and not my age. Funnily enough, that was one of the first things I was a bit miffed about after death. Not that I had died, not the way I had died, but that I had died in an odd year.
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February 13, 2007
unchallenged. So it goes, though. I had a thing about even numbers in life, and I would have been upset to have graduated in 2003 instead of 2004. True, that would have had me graduating at seventeen instead of sixteen, but I was more
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February 12, 2007
living. I did well in school. I was quite shy when I was younger and felt completely unchallenged, so I often asked for more homework. To this day I don't know why they didn't let me skip ahead when I was feeling so
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February 11, 2007
following the living around. They become desperate for any word, any thought, any whisper of their name. I find it said, but I suppose I have fewer reasons to miss that life than they do. Getting back to my days among the
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February 10, 2007
me to determine. If nothing else, death certainly teaches you to care about what people think, less. Of course, there are still those who mourn their days among the living and become obsessed - most of us call them "thought stalkers" - with
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February 9, 2007
any teasing was gentle teasing, like the fond reminiscing between old friends or of an older person fondly recalling the memories of a life truly lived. Had I truly lived in a mere twenty and a half years? That's for
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February 8, 2007
thoughts at my funeral, if I tried hard enough. There was little need, though. My office supplies obsession was a common subject of eulogies. Of all the things to leave behind as a legacy. So it goes. At least
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February 7, 2007
in my face about it. Most were courteous enough to turn away. A mighty few even waited for the times I wasn't around to do so. Little did they know that after death, I could even hear their
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February 6, 2007
but my love for them grew slowly, just like my love for note cards. Yes, I was - and still am a bit, I suppose - an office supplies junkie. At least people had the decency not to laugh
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February 5, 2007
about lacking school supplies because I would just dig in my collection of ten cent notebooks I'd received for that year's birthday. Post-it notes could verge onto the expensive side, depending on what kind you bought,
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February 4, 2007
the letters, if not spell the words, so I was easily pleased with a pencil (crayon, marker, or pen) and a notebook. That certainly made my family happy, and I never had to worry about
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February 3, 2007
bitter. Frankly, it wasn't until I was older that I even learned I'd grown up poor. Such as life, when you finally apply to college. I was a writer since I could properly write
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February 2, 2007
grow up poor, you learn to have an appreciation for things. That is, unless bitterness finds its way into your soul. Thankfully, I just stayed with the appreciation and never learned to be
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February 1, 2007
Nothing too exciting unless you take into consideration that's where I died. But, again, I'm getting ahead of myself. I grew up fairly poor, but I didn't and don't mind. When you
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January 31, 2007
you're dead? - were a mostly simple couple. Neither of them went to university. They raised three kids in a fairly large house surrounded nearly completely by corn fields in the country.
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January 30, 2007
beginning of my life. I'd rather skip over most of the boring details, but then you wouldn't know who I was talking about. My parents are - is it 'were' if
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January 29, 2007
me in some fantastic sort of way, but truth be told, it didn't. I suppose I'd better tell this story properly, though, and start at least somewhere towards the
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January 28, 2007
I would - from curiosity. Yes, I know how it sounds, but think about it. Think how many ways curiosity can kill you. I'd like to say mine killed
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January 27, 2007
going to die. It's strange, the knowing, but it certainly takes some worries off your mind. And, as it turned out, I died just as I said
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January 26, 2007
the necklace I wore, but I tended to take my safety a lot less seriously than his. Through my life, I always knew how I was
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January 25, 2007
in ways we didn't completely understand, no matter how much we talked about it. I had my own symbols of protection to, three being on
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January 24, 2007
Even after we finally could be together in person, there was never a day he didn't wear the ankh and chain. They protected him
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January 23, 2007
my fiancé. We had been separated (by distance) at the time, and I wanted there to be a way we could be connected.
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January 22, 2007
best friend - and another ankh. I had bought two matching sterling silver ankhs the Christmas before, one for me and one for
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January 21, 2007
put three sterling silver charms on it - a small Egyptian ankh from my best friend, a kneeling fairy - also from my
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January 20, 2007
had been a Christmas present from my fiancé, the truest love I had ever been blessed enough to experience. I
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January 19, 2007
fingers rubbing the charms on that necklace than I did anything else in life. A sterling silver chain which
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January 18, 2007
small memento of my time spent as one of "them." I spent more of my time with my
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January 17, 2007
all, they were mainly the small things people kept reminders of. I only kept one thing. One
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January 16, 2007
used, others kept the keys to their cars, which they would never drive again. All in
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January 15, 2007
That's not to say people didn't do it, though. Some people had telephones they never
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January 14, 2007
the phone would be more of a nostalgic thing than something actually of use.
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January 13, 2007
I suppose I could if I wanted a management position, but even then
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January 12, 2007
am hardly in a position to need to be answering the phone.
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January 11, 2007
may have had it right, but it hardly matters anymore. I
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January 10, 2007
while they are speaking makes me uncomfortable. I think she
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January 9, 2007
writer, and not being able to study someone's face
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January 8, 2007
answering the phone is because I am a
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January 7, 2007
One person suggested the reason I hate
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January 6, 2007
other things, I hate the telephone.
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January 5, 2007
the telephone. Beyond most all
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January 4, 2007
don't have to answer
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January 3, 2007
being dead. I
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January 2, 2007
don't mind
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January 1, 2007
I