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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 11/17/2020
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WAMM , and just like that my life was over. I think.
Here I am going through the bright light just like we have all been told by supposedly the dead that have come back.
Then a peaceful nothingness.
A spooky silence, then out of the quiet nothing comes a voice inside my head.
Category 3. It was not my voice and not a voice that I recognise so I answer.
“Category 3”
“Yes, category 3”
I answer “Why not 1 or 2, why am I a category 3?
The voice, “Do you want the categories explained to you?”
”Yes please.”
So the voice explained the different categories from one to five.
Category one: A real bad ass. You pass and you don’t see the light, you simply go poof and turn to dust. I’m sure you’ve wiped plenty a bad ass, no good dickhead off your fancy Venetian blinds and vacuumed them up from your carpet. From dickhead to dust. And then the voice laughs. These people are murderers, rapists. The most unscrupulous people on earth. No moral compass whatsoever.
Category two: That’s me, a category two. I was not a good person, never kind, never polite, treated everyone with disrespect, especially my wife and children. I stole plenty and I lied all my life. To me the Ten Commandments meant nothing.
I get this job, but not forever. I can go up the ladder to a Cat 3 like you. No idea when or how but it will happen.
I have to learn my P&Qs first. So here I am welcoming you until at some stage a Cat 2 will welcome me.
I’m sort of sorry I was a mean person but still don’t understand why we all have to go around being nice to each other.
Category three: That’s you, you are with 62.3% of the entire population. A nice person. Never done much wrong. Lies were limited to when they were necessary. Never stole anything. Oh yes, says here you stole a plum from an orchard. That was entirely forgivable. Anyway you get the picture. Just a normal human being.
So here’s what normal now means for you.
You can now just think whatever you want to think and that’s where you will be. Doing anything you want to do. When you get bored with that thought then just think of something else and it’s your thoughts for the taking.
For instance, think about your day to day life and that’s you. You simply have your day to day life. Only difference is that it’s all in your mind. So no stress, no aches, no pains. Just existence.
Okay now we get to a Category 4. By the way you can’t go beyond 3. You didn’t have enough credits so it’s 3 for you and nothing else.
This ones a biggie and I haven’t had many, maybe just a hand full. This is for people that have been exceptional humans. You know, the ones that help everyone, give everything they own to feed the starving. Help, help, help all their lives for the good of others.
They get to return. I’m sure you have heard of reincarnation. That’s category 4. Only thing is they don’t get to choose where they go and who they will be. They can also reduce their credits and go to Cat 3. They doesn’t happen very often.
So now we come to the last category. Category 5. This is for people that are like saints. The people like Florence Nightingale, Mother Teresa, the odd pope.
The nicest of the nicest.
These godly humans. They get to go back as any special person they want to be. Like say a prince or princess. Extremely wealthy. A dog, a cat, or anything they want.
They are the privileged.
So that’s it, go and enjoy your fantasies.
Anyway, that was me. Left alone with my thoughts. The first thing I think to do is wake up in my own bed and carry on life as usual.
My husband, my kids, my totally ordinary life carried on as per usual. Which if you think about it is very unusual.
You see, here I am stuck in my ordinary unusual life as if I’m still here. Writing this story to publish in Storystar like there is nothing different.
I can’t just think of anything else, any fantastic fantasy.
Which brings me to the conclusion that I’m still here. Still breathing, eating, laughing just like I normally would and it must have all been a crazy dream except.....
I woke up this morning and thought. Emmmm, haven’t had sore hips in a while.
The End.
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